<?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-5673413965088059351</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:35:59.490-08:00</updated><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='ACL'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Jenny Linn'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='scared'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Speech'/><category term='Audhild'/><category term='Dyreparken'/><category term='Noah'/><category term='Veronica Mars'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='Glasses'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Camp 09'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Prosject'/><category term='scooter'/><category term='sun'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='17 mai'/><category term='work'/><category term='sea side festival'/><title type='text'>Julie Svendsen</title><subtitle type='html'>a small girl in a big world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-8794943396463639123</id><published>2010-06-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:24:03.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><title type='text'>chocolate - the new drug</title><content type='html'>I doubt a lot of people will disagree when I say that chocolate is very addicting. And it's not weird when you come to think about how good it makes you feel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to america it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffXkt18JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Skv_iCKW_3w/s1600/800px-twix_opened-775947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffXkt18JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Skv_iCKW_3w/s400/800px-twix_opened-775947.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096667432808594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffXabwKsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gWdpraStsiQ/s1600/800px-Snickers_opened.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffXabwKsI/AAAAAAAAAPw/gWdpraStsiQ/s400/800px-Snickers_opened.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096664672578242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBfg8cbnQbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9J-_a35hG1E/s1600/19359_297093695078_726720078_4009514_1513728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBfg8cbnQbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9J-_a35hG1E/s400/19359_297093695078_726720078_4009514_1513728_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483098400375652786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffW5yGVeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZKBq3MWf0uY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffW5yGVeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZKBq3MWf0uY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096655907935714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffWVyLKlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LoosBazPHTQ/s1600/600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffWVyLKlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LoosBazPHTQ/s400/600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096646244575826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffWfts7GI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tBaLg9Y1fGo/s1600/chocolatemilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBffWfts7GI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tBaLg9Y1fGo/s400/chocolatemilk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483096648910171234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at my past year, and what seems to show up, almost everyday is chocolate, in different forms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my next addiction will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get over this love for chocolate, or will it be my down fall ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-8794943396463639123?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8794943396463639123/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocolate-new-drug.html#comment-form' title='24 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8794943396463639123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8794943396463639123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/chocolate-new-drug.html' title='chocolate - the new drug'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/TBffXkt18JI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Skv_iCKW_3w/s72-c/800px-twix_opened-775947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-4966981145464823058</id><published>2010-06-14T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:36:14.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when gravity hits</title><content type='html'>Gravity is a bad thing.. It ruins your face, makes your body all weird. It makes hard heavy things fall on your toes, and we can blame gravity for the need of using a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a thing I never thought I would blame gravity for was my job; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see;I was at work, and we were closing, so we had to take the garbage out, and I decided to be nice and do it. I was carrying two of those huge heavy black garbage bags, with tons of holes in them, coffee and all sorts of liquid gross stuff was pouring out of it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final destination was the container. I swung the bag back and forth, and did a over my shoulder toss.. or at least it was supposed to be.. It went fine till it was right over my head, and then gravity.. dear dear gravity hit, and the garbage bag, fell, on my head. It was pretty gross and I am never doing the heavy garbage bags + over shoulder toss again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was a rainy day. I borrowed my sisters rain pants. Picture small rainpants on a big girl.. it's very nice when you can see half the leg, where the rain pants should of been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an exciting day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-4966981145464823058?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4966981145464823058/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4966981145464823058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4966981145464823058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/gravity.html' title='when gravity hits'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-6202865308864766909</id><published>2010-06-13T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:43:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sunday</title><content type='html'>Not the typical sunday I would have in Iowa. There I would wake up, hurry to get dressed and go to church, eat, hang around at home,do laundry, church, popcorn, go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this sunday. I woke up. Or my mom woke me up. I went to work, which went surprisingly fine. It must of been my almighty dad who watched over me :) I got back home, eat some supper, and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom knocked on my window and told me that "Julie, you have to clean the bathroom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WORST FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBVCUj58OXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-rhTXgXRqhQ/s1600/250_India_pune_Jan_starheim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBVCUj58OXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-rhTXgXRqhQ/s400/250_India_pune_Jan_starheim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482361042396526962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's not that bad, but you get the point..&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, I went back upstairs.. half an hour later I go back down, and what do I find?! SOMEONE MESSED UP MY MIRROR!&lt;br /&gt;Why even bother cleaing, if it's gonna be just as messy half an hour later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-6202865308864766909?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6202865308864766909/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6202865308864766909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6202865308864766909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-sunday.html' title='It&apos;s sunday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/TBVCUj58OXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-rhTXgXRqhQ/s72-c/250_India_pune_Jan_starheim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-2875688036108639908</id><published>2010-06-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:37:08.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My new job</title><content type='html'>I start my job tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me explain it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in a zoo/amusement park (www.dyreparken.no)and I used to work in a nice little waffle house, with plenty to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBQK1pM_A1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/3DhmwbV1LNk/s1600/vaffelstua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBQK1pM_A1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/3DhmwbV1LNk/s400/vaffelstua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482018563126395730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, my job is the assistant over all the places in the park where you can eat... Meaning that I am to tell the daily leaders of the place what to do.. There are 10 of those assistants.. They have all been daily leaders of one of the places you can eat in the park. They have been chosen because they were so good at their job. But I on the other hand, didn't get chosen because I was awesome at being a daily leader.. I was never one of those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can kinda say that I am pretty scared, and I feel pretty clueless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, (there is always a but)I hope, and chose to think that they chose me because they saw potential in me, and I know that with God on my side nothing is impossible. So to those of you out there reading this, please pray that God will work through me, because there is no way I can tell people how to do their job, when I don't know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this when you say "break a leg" or does that even work?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-2875688036108639908?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2875688036108639908/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/2875688036108639908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/2875688036108639908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-job.html' title='My new job'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBQK1pM_A1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/3DhmwbV1LNk/s72-c/vaffelstua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-6392930715172569250</id><published>2010-06-10T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:50:38.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My exciting day....</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my mommy :) Now I'll finally be able to sleep in the morning (yaay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFoO3sjCbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jihE96I38gw/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFoO3sjCbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jihE96I38gw/s400/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481276826164857266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove a little. And it's not easy.. just so you know, it's stick shift, and it's scary. So far top speed is like 10mph... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFo0fdnJqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tDaOHwcGQeo/s1600/big_l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFo0fdnJqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tDaOHwcGQeo/s400/big_l.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481277472494790306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to make some brownies, but it never got to the oven.. sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFnhczqRQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1k4Ov-DouB8/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFnhczqRQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1k4Ov-DouB8/s400/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481276045852820738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored, so I went to my friend Stine's house and we watched Big fish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFoOMe1X9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/9UEetJZgQRs/s1600/100903_bigfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFoOMe1X9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/9UEetJZgQRs/s400/100903_bigfish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481276814564614098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty long movie and my hair was in the way, so I decided to change it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFngPMK2lI/AAAAAAAAANw/-Rw3_Z2nGcE/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFngPMK2lI/AAAAAAAAANw/-Rw3_Z2nGcE/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481276025017653842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home and had to take it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFnfihHslI/AAAAAAAAANo/usitRqPgXIY/s1600/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFnfihHslI/AAAAAAAAANo/usitRqPgXIY/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481276013025931858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: if you want volume in your hair, braid it..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFnfCf6vuI/AAAAAAAAANg/nhmGxNCkxGw/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFnfCf6vuI/AAAAAAAAANg/nhmGxNCkxGw/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481276004430954210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's almost 1 a.m in Norway and if I have an idea what's gonna happen if I stay up any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFqjgJFDNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/okHPsdbC7XI/s1600/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/TBFqjgJFDNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/okHPsdbC7XI/s400/exhausted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481279379642584274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-6392930715172569250?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6392930715172569250/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-exciting-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6392930715172569250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6392930715172569250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-exciting-day.html' title='My exciting day....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/TBFoO3sjCbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/jihE96I38gw/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-8638795422430947756</id><published>2010-04-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:31:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>Prom in America is a big deal. Girls talk about it for months and months, buy their dresses several months in advance and put down a lot of money into it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some pictures of my prom april 17,2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRUfMVJKI/AAAAAAAAANY/wNN1-rsspiQ/s1600/24065_1391246777858_1132774950_1194840_6948836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRUfMVJKI/AAAAAAAAANY/wNN1-rsspiQ/s400/24065_1391246777858_1132774950_1194840_6948836_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448341622105250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRUCgxKNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zdmoF6yH3KE/s1600/IMGP0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRUCgxKNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zdmoF6yH3KE/s400/IMGP0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448333923199186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRTLRA9lI/AAAAAAAAANI/9FCNFIrGNqg/s1600/IMG_0037kopi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRTLRA9lI/AAAAAAAAANI/9FCNFIrGNqg/s400/IMG_0037kopi3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448319093175890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRSuCseqI/AAAAAAAAANA/-l8vdIu4tbk/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRSuCseqI/AAAAAAAAANA/-l8vdIu4tbk/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448311248485026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRSDC3AAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BSbM3wyDy3w/s1600/IMG_0034kopi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRSDC3AAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/BSbM3wyDy3w/s400/IMG_0034kopi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448299706449922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-8638795422430947756?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8638795422430947756/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html#comment-form' title='10 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8638795422430947756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8638795422430947756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/S9IRUfMVJKI/AAAAAAAAANY/wNN1-rsspiQ/s72-c/24065_1391246777858_1132774950_1194840_6948836_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-3655979620943369161</id><published>2010-04-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:22:58.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACL'/><title type='text'>Decorah with "grandma"</title><content type='html'>I woke up around 7am and we drove to grandma Epley with the big tractors. Grandma and I drove to Decorah. It was very nice. It didn't really feel like a very long time. She went to this quilt shop, to learn a new pattern. She told me that I could go and explore main street, so I did. I should maybe mention that I might of torn my ACL, and for those of you who don't know what that is, it makes the leg stable. It's in the knee. So My knee is very swollen and looks more than anything like a very very big potato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S8EIOP7DNtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eZJzfWKfpOI/s1600/DSCF3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S8EIOP7DNtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eZJzfWKfpOI/s400/DSCF3123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458653264235149010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You see. I had a soccer game on wednesday. The first actually, and a couple of minutes into the game, I slide tackled a girl, and she lost balance and stepped on my knee.. I could hear a crack inside, but the trainer said that I was good to go, so I played the rest of the game, which was like an other hour, and it didn't hurt too much. But it kept swelling up. So that's the story...&lt;br /&gt;     Back to Decorah. We also went to a Norwegian museum and I bought Daim chocolate and Ballerina kjeks, even though they were very dry, it was still awesome. When we got home, grandma epley found some crutches I could use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You norwegians back home know how much I hate crutches, because of my history. I even wrote a hate essay about them for a Norwegian class my sophmore year.. But these are american crutches, so if they make me get less blisters than the norwegian, I'll be very pleased :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-3655979620943369161?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3655979620943369161/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/04/decorah-with-grandma.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3655979620943369161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3655979620943369161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/04/decorah-with-grandma.html' title='Decorah with &quot;grandma&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/S8EIOP7DNtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eZJzfWKfpOI/s72-c/DSCF3123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-959874975692434551</id><published>2010-03-18T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:56:51.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness outreach</title><content type='html'>I woke up waay to early, around 8.30 am. Miranda picked me up at 9am. We went over to Vinyard Heartland church. People talked and we did an outreach.. I went to college students appartments and gave them free groceries. It was really nice. I got answers like:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, thank you SO much" (You pretty much made my day)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh thank you" (What is this weird foreign chick doing at my door giving me food for free)&lt;br /&gt;"oh thanks" (But what's the hatch?)&lt;br /&gt;And one girl with a kid said; what do I have to do.. I got a lot of different responces, but I focus on the positive once I got, instead of focusing on the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda went to the mall to hand out free bags of popcorn. They went in to scheels and they actually got KICKED OUT of the mall!!! For giving out FREE popcorn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down hours till Audhild gets here. Only 4 hours now :) YAAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish that she wouldn't be tired when she got here, I wanna stay up all night eating the candy my mom bought for me :D I might stay up all nightk, just eating the candy by myself too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-959874975692434551?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/959874975692434551/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindness-outreach.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/959874975692434551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/959874975692434551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindness-outreach.html' title='Kindness outreach'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-7235915116861016782</id><published>2010-03-17T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:16:22.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Counting down....</title><content type='html'>Audhild is coming tomorrow! TOMORROW! I can't believe March 18 is almost here! We've been talking about this day for a very long time, and it's almost here! I am very exited, very exited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to reality. I am speaking for the Dike Lions club tonight. Am I exited? Not extremely, but I will survive. I'm planning on speaking for around 20 minutes, then they are going to ask questions. Then they're gonna eat food filled with eggs, so I'm going to look at them eat, then I'm going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concidering if I am going to go out running, but It's probably not going to happen. Why? because I'm extremely lazy. But the thought of dying on monday when soccer season starts is not very tempting, so I'll just have to see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the pleasures of spring break :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-7235915116861016782?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7235915116861016782/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/counting-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/7235915116861016782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/7235915116861016782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/counting-down.html' title='Counting down....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-5979838375705830736</id><published>2010-03-15T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:39:56.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All State</title><content type='html'>I made it to All State in Individual Story telling :D&lt;br /&gt;I am a non preformer, but i still think it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played soccer outside in the nice weather with Noah, Eli and the neighbor boy, Braxten:) Norway won 10-9 over the United States. Then I went to Carlos O'Kellys With Miranda, Ally, Chris and Jared. We had a lot of fun, and I ate toooo much for my poor stomach. And I topped it of with a sundae with hot fugde :) It was awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S579LCyKsII/AAAAAAAAAMo/J5nBOt5w16I/s1600-h/DSCF3102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S579LCyKsII/AAAAAAAAAMo/J5nBOt5w16I/s400/DSCF3102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449070965332553858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even sat out in the sun for an hour, not that I got any color, but if felt nice to be able to do it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-5979838375705830736?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5979838375705830736/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-state.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/5979838375705830736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/5979838375705830736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-state.html' title='All State'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/S579LCyKsII/AAAAAAAAAMo/J5nBOt5w16I/s72-c/DSCF3102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-6774745227464546089</id><published>2010-03-13T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:48:29.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Individual State Speech</title><content type='html'>Today was state individual speech. It was a lot of fun, and I was very nervous.. It did actually go okay. I got all 1's, which is the best you can get. There is a few tht makes it to all state. I would guess 1-200 goes. So I'm one of 40 in my group that got all 1's. So the chance that I will be going is very small. But I met my goal, All 1's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S5xce4y_YJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KjkEUdqUins/s1600-h/DSCF3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S5xce4y_YJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KjkEUdqUins/s400/DSCF3098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448331334923542674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-6774745227464546089?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6774745227464546089/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/individual-state-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6774745227464546089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6774745227464546089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/individual-state-speech.html' title='Individual State Speech'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/S5xce4y_YJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KjkEUdqUins/s72-c/DSCF3098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-3207228442749927771</id><published>2010-03-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:42:47.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Dear imunesystem</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I forgot you back in Norway or what I did, but somehow I lost you. I miss our relationship. I feel so... &lt;strong&gt;Sick without you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good times we had together, when I could go months without you leaving me. Our relationship was meant to be. I want you back!!I wish we could go back to the way it used to be. You and me, hand in hand. Helping me through snow storms, rain, sun and wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to prove myself worthy of you? I have taken cough syrup and cough drops, but they just don't make me feel the same way you do! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that I don't miss you my dearest imunesystem, cause I truly do..&lt;br /&gt;Please come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Julie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-3207228442749927771?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3207228442749927771/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-imunesystem.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3207228442749927771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3207228442749927771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-imunesystem.html' title='Dear imunesystem'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-1403481949237322802</id><published>2010-03-11T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:58:04.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Spring is finally here. That means that the snow is melting, and poor New Hartford will most likely flood to a degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had individual speech practice today, So I waited around with Jared and studied until 4.45. Then we started practice.. I went to memorize my new changes. Around 5 I found out that I did not have a ride home, so I asked the track girls if one of them could give me a ride home. Meaghan was done, so she could. Which meant that I had to go home without actually having practice. It had it pros and cons. &lt;br /&gt;Pros: I got to go home&lt;br /&gt;Cons: Individual State Speech, and I don't really know my moves all that well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story about individual speech: There is 3 people in my storytelling. Me, myself and I. I sit on a chair and tell a story. I have to be all the people in the story, and change my voice. My story is "how I became a pirate". I am Julie Jakobs, and I'm four years old. I failed map class, so my parents make me draw a map to the sandcastle that I'm about to make. &lt;br /&gt;          The pirates comes and takes me along on pirate adventures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to study for American History and Math... Or I'm gonna "study" I brought the books home, and that makes me feel a lot better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-1403481949237322802?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1403481949237322802/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/1403481949237322802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/1403481949237322802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-5886098301280977256</id><published>2010-03-07T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T12:30:19.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My big plan behind making a blog, was so that I could update people on my life in America. And guess how well that went?! (not too well at all) So here is a little update on my life in america for the two maybe three of you who will read this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started to play Volleyball, which was very hard since I was not only out of shape, but also because my team is VERY good. I am not being modest, AT ALL! when I say good, I mean good. I played on the freshman team, which didn't bother me, as long as I played. I also started school, which was very different from school in Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben, Sarah and I went to a wedding in Minnesota and we got lost, so we did not go to the reseption (We got a flat tire, and could not find the way back) so we went to Mall of America for a couple of hours extra instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also watched my first american football game, which last for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the time I played volleyball, watched football games and i also had a fun and different experience with something called Homecoming; which is a week where you have a dress up theme for everyday, and at the end of the week, you have a dance. You also have homecoming king and queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Themes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday: super star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday: Dress your best:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445981958648550834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S5QDvMJu1bI/AAAAAAAAALs/YGEuBhCbVko/s400/DSCF1511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Julie and McKaila &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Culture day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445982438890519298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S5QELJMVuwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VFEZTEw_lZw/s400/8929_168861358355_827733355_3831032_3351492_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;80's day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445983217459311282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/S5QE4dlmsrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/voz6F4F4FS4/s400/8433_1144935621652_1175340102_30385724_4494673_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Friday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blue and white&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The homecoming king and queen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joe and hannah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I went to mall of America again with my IEC Cecilia McCloud and the exchange students from my organization from my area. I also went to Wisconsin with an other exchange student at my school. We went to Gays Mills, which is an apple orchard, and I fould a store called; Norske Hagen, and I bought a T-shirt saying; not only am I perfect, I am Norwegian too. (it's only for the fun of it, ofcourse)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also have the BIG event of Halloween. Some rules you might or might not know: No costumes with guns allowed. if their front porch lights are not on, don't go to their door. You chech the candy before you eat it, to make sure that no one has put something dangerous in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;State Volleyball. Where to begin. it's a BIG DEAL in Iowa. It's the best team competing. we got second in 2008. Everyone had super high expectaions, but we lost our first game, and that was it. We were all very dissapointed. (Don't get me wrong. I did not play, but I watched it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also went to the premiere of NEW MOON! We stood outside waiting for two hours in the cold. (it just happened that I was sick too) the movie started at 12. I did not get home until 4 a.m. The movie was awesome though :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Americans also have the tradition of Thanksgiving. For those of you who do not know what that is, I'll explain: It is a celebration celebrating the immigrants coming over from England. Here in America, it is a time when family comes together and eat A LOT of food. I went to Wisconsin to visit my (Host) aunt. The rest of Sarah's side of the family was there too. it was super nice, and a lot of very good food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also witnessed the moving of cows. You'll see 100's of cows running down the road. It's been a very long time since I've seen a cow that close up before. or it was not just A cow, but cows..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the snow started falling. It had been the first time in around 50 years that they did not have snow in November.. I also started Speech, Which isn't holding a speech, but it is more like miny plays. I was in choral reading and readers theatre. where you are a group of people and dramatize the script. It was a lot of work, but it was also a lof of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some days before christmas, a snow storm was supposed to be coming. So we went over to Sarah's moms house. because we did not want to get stuck at home without Ben. A thing that was very smart, since the power in New Hartford stopped working. It was weird not having a huge christmas meal at grandma Tora's. but it was nice. We opened the packages on christmas morning, WAY too early if you asked me. We were there for a while, then we went over to Sarah's aunt and then Ben's parents. As you might understand. This is a lot of food. but luckily for me.. (or it depends how you look at it) I could only have half of what they offered because of my egg allergies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On new years eve I went to a friends house and we played play station, Wii, guitar hero and watched movie. Unfortunately, they are not allowed to have fireworks. So we watched it on tv the things they did in New York City.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Was like all Januaries. Boring, cold, dark. I spent most of my time with Speech. we were getting ready for Speech Contest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also had an other dance called Winter Formal. Which is just a random dance. We went to Tokyo, A japaneese restaurant. IT WAS AWESOME! I've never seen anyone do stuff they did.. they threw eggs up, fire (they cooked the food infront of us) I was a little sceptical about the whole egg thingy, because of my allergy, but it was delicious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also had speech contest, which means up very early on a saturday moring. preform and go home. All Dike- New Hartford teams made it to state without one, which is VERY good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;State speech. Woke up at 5am. not very cool. we preformed, I blacked out, had to "fight" to preform our readers theatre. We made it to All state with our Choral Reading, which is very hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two weeks later we had All State speech. it was awesome. there were so many people there, and so much good stuff to watch. We were all very nervous before our choral reading preformance. We did well, but didn't go all the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;march:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is only march 7, so it has not been too exiting. but i had a Soccer tournament yesterday, and that was a lot of fun. We won the whole tournament. Please show your amazement. (I should, I guess also mention that to win, we had to win two games...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's the main points of my year so far. Audhild my friend from norway is coming soon. I'm super exited about that. I am also super exited that the snow FINALLY is starting to melt :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-5886098301280977256?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5886098301280977256/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/5886098301280977256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/5886098301280977256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/S5QDvMJu1bI/AAAAAAAAALs/YGEuBhCbVko/s72-c/DSCF1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-3271861071179001554</id><published>2009-08-04T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:37:05.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp 09'/><title type='text'>Because I am lazy, Scroll down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhpp02BjGI/AAAAAAAAALk/ntuO6hLf1s4/s1600-h/6296_133515822386_666222386_3696204_2462948_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366155123292736610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhpp02BjGI/AAAAAAAAALk/ntuO6hLf1s4/s400/6296_133515822386_666222386_3696204_2462948_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her er nesten alle norskene på campen. fra venstre nede;&lt;br /&gt;Vet ikke, vet ikke, vet ikke, Julie, vet ikke, Matilde, Linn, Vilde&lt;br /&gt;r2 fra venstre: Emily, vet ikke, vet ikke, Espen, håkon, Gaute, Lars, Alexander, Håkon, Maureen, Øyvind, Husker ikke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhpg-jCRCI/AAAAAAAAALc/rzm21809dHg/s1600-h/6296_133515837386_666222386_3696206_6185851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154971278623778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhpg-jCRCI/AAAAAAAAALc/rzm21809dHg/s400/6296_133515837386_666222386_3696206_6185851_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dansing ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhpbjnAZXI/AAAAAAAAALU/-_UTVtPUt_0/s1600-h/6296_133515842386_666222386_3696207_1779750_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154878148175218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhpbjnAZXI/AAAAAAAAALU/-_UTVtPUt_0/s400/6296_133515842386_666222386_3696207_1779750_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camilla, Vilde og Linn med den kuleste læreren. Han heter Kevin og vi hadde han i current issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhpTwbnkJI/AAAAAAAAALM/02cspzuD3Gs/s1600-h/6296_133515832386_666222386_3696205_1989693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154744151117970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhpTwbnkJI/AAAAAAAAALM/02cspzuD3Gs/s400/6296_133515832386_666222386_3696205_1989693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fra venstre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anette, Julie, Vilde, Camilla, Kristine, Emily, Linn fra Norge og Nike og ei anna svensking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhpGa-d_XI/AAAAAAAAALE/ba5LKAch0N8/s1600-h/6296_133515817386_666222386_3696203_1650126_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154515053411698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhpGa-d_XI/AAAAAAAAALE/ba5LKAch0N8/s400/6296_133515817386_666222386_3696203_1650126_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last day så hadde vi home comming. Alle kledde seg fint og vi danset og greier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her er anette og emily. Grunnen til at Emily ser så saaabla brun ut(Hun er veldig brun) er fordi Anette er fra Hammerfest, verdens norligeste by, så hun får ikke så mye sol på kroppen*Intern*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snho2OGirtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L5KAtThPzyA/s1600-h/6296_133515772386_666222386_3696196_1721893_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154236719705810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snho2OGirtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/L5KAtThPzyA/s400/6296_133515772386_666222386_3696196_1721893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I history class skulle alle lage sin egen øy, med egen grunnlov og hele pakka. Noen var veldig kreative og da så øya deres ut sånn her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhoqLeVrrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_03d9m1iXJk/s1600-h/6296_133515702386_666222386_3696187_1690802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366154029855780530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhoqLeVrrI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_03d9m1iXJk/s400/6296_133515702386_666222386_3696187_1690802_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frokost og signering av t-shorter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhojuqJ4AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sHXzdBDSegE/s1600-h/6296_133515677386_666222386_3696182_7665349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366153919041495042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhojuqJ4AI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sHXzdBDSegE/s400/6296_133515677386_666222386_3696182_7665349_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GO GRANT WEST. vi var alle delt inn i High Schools. Vi var grant west og hadde grønne shorter under volleyball turneringen. Etterpå kunne folk skrive en liten hilsen på den, men det ble ikke så mange på min, for etter 1 time i glo heit gymsal er ikke t-shorta mi noe du vil skrive på...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhob7Xk1oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/06JO8j_cs8Y/s1600-h/6296_133515637386_666222386_3696175_2517499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366153785014277762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhob7Xk1oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/06JO8j_cs8Y/s400/6296_133515637386_666222386_3696175_2517499_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vannet nede med stranda var skikkelig ekkelt, for det hadde vært storm noen dager før og da hadde det kommet masse alger opp på stranda. Ett ord: Stinkbombe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhoSGbl5kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yI0CAsQ1ywU/s1600-h/6296_133515607386_666222386_3696171_2615867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366153616185222722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhoSGbl5kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yI0CAsQ1ywU/s400/6296_133515607386_666222386_3696171_2615867_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhoF3-V88I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zSbjcqddAUA/s1600-h/6296_133515572386_666222386_3696166_4012670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366153406146016194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhoF3-V88I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zSbjcqddAUA/s400/6296_133515572386_666222386_3696166_4012670_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siste shopping/fri dag at Newport beach, Rhode Island. Som  du ser hvis du ser nøye, så sitter meg, Espen (med den fine hatten)og Martin bakki :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhn4DN8a_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q-9Dl2XLtVA/s1600-h/6060_105029052631_567717631_2141247_7934864_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366153168646073330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhn4DN8a_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q-9Dl2XLtVA/s400/6060_105029052631_567717631_2141247_7934864_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jeg var nok et par såre rumper etter skates ja :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhncToLEXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2_1t_rLoKR0/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366152692014715250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhncToLEXI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2_1t_rLoKR0/s400/DSC01110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazer tag. Super fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhnKcXP3nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zm9SlTW8BKI/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366152385122000498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhnKcXP3nI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zm9SlTW8BKI/s400/DSC01096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skatebanen&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhmwtnzjBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VMhvnD4NoBc/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151943078251538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhmwtnzjBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VMhvnD4NoBc/s400/DSC01087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenter fra klassen på vei til The Skates of America..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhmdcRUAPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X1tCiE43PQs/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151612002992370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhmdcRUAPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X1tCiE43PQs/s400/DSC01083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baseball match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeg kunne ikke være med pga de forbaska egg'an, men de fleste syns det var kjedelig å sitte å se på i 3 timer anyway... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sang: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me out to the ball game, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take me out with the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if I never get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's root, root, root for the home team, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they don't win it's a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's ONE, TWO, TREE strikes you're out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the OLD BALL GAAAAAAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhmA1i7kNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_VZ24drQclQ/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151120571568338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhmA1i7kNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_VZ24drQclQ/s400/DSC01072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Et av mange randomme school bus bilder. På disse bussene fins det INGEN form for air condition eller vifte, så når du sitter der i en halvtime har du svetta av deg et par kilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhlrtotwHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqFIjeZfrBU/s1600-h/DSCF0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150757671092338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhlrtotwHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mqFIjeZfrBU/s400/DSCF0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;På dette dag steikte sola og lufta var ikke til å puste i. Det kalles wacky-games, og det var veldig gøy :) Her løper Lian og Juliana fra tyskland 3beineren.. De var veldig gode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149934690931250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhk7zy9EjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/h90kUK0GYOI/s400/DSCF0118.JPG" /&gt;På grunn av en liten Egge reaksjon jeg fikk siden jeg spiste kinesisk ris, fikk jeg ikke spist på over 24 timer, og de som kjenner meg vet at jeg er nokså dau da.. Så da fant vi det første og beste (Okei, vi leita ganske lenge etter det da) Men vi spiste på hard rock cafe, og maten smakte HERLIG ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhkuga3c9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJaeDc-x_v0/s1600-h/DSCF0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149706151326674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhkuga3c9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LJaeDc-x_v0/s400/DSCF0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366150173074318498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhlJr1-5KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/H4ElXDKtxiY/s400/DSCF0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vår andre shopping tur til Boston. Dagstur.. Vi var ikke så heldige med været i begynnelsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhkPB7vJzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uxMZR8zHQRU/s1600-h/6094_218504305390_818140390_7870657_3966140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366149165391750962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhkPB7vJzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uxMZR8zHQRU/s400/6094_218504305390_818140390_7870657_3966140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Måtte bare ta det med. Et random bilde av ei som heter Ida fra Norge som også skal til Iowa :)&lt;br /&gt;Jeg må bare si Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhjneip6dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z8H1ntqgJHQ/s1600-h/6060_105028987631_567717631_2141238_7734621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366148485876410834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhjneip6dI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Z8H1ntqgJHQ/s400/6060_105028987631_567717631_2141238_7734621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Så har vi kommet til første dag med Shopping. Vi var på Providence Mall i Rhode Island, Det var et middels stort kjøpesenter, men sava asså. Det var HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366148787773507138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Snhj5DMiBkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/mvNTCFgAf4Y/s400/6094_218501355390_818140390_7870555_1847563_n.jpg" /&gt;Lian fra Nederland. What a sweetheart :) Hun var bare det koseligste. Her er vi på vei til Boston :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhjbNIReCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EU7QsG0Q44Y/s1600-h/6216_146988917456_600347456_3706511_7592470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366148275043924002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhjbNIReCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/EU7QsG0Q44Y/s400/6216_146988917456_600347456_3706511_7592470_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Martin og Espen fra Norge. Ja, vi sitter tilfeldigvis i baggasjerommet på en bil, på vei til til stranda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhjDC7mHXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hsTrrj0mc88/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366147859989536114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhjDC7mHXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hsTrrj0mc88/s400/DSC01060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her har vi britta fra Tyskland. Blidere og morsommere jente må man lete lenge etter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhihQb5T2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/laOskainFFs/s1600-h/6060_105028992631_567717631_2141239_6953391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366147279499120482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhihQb5T2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/laOskainFFs/s400/6060_105028992631_567717631_2141239_6953391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heldigvis fikk jeg meg noen venner.. Her er mine norske bestevenner &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fra venstre; Linn, Anette, Vilde, Kristne, meg, camilla og Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhiQm5kh7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xo-S6o9ijcg/s1600-h/6060_105029002631_567717631_2141240_741203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366146993471391666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhiQm5kh7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Xo-S6o9ijcg/s400/6060_105029002631_567717631_2141240_741203_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dette er klassen min, personlig så syns jeg det er den beste klassen. Vi hadde så mye gøy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhiJAR9EdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6wgg1vuFwB0/s1600-h/DSCF0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366146862845596114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SnhiJAR9EdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6wgg1vuFwB0/s400/DSCF0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm lazy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Men men&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vi fløy over island, noe som var en stooor skuffelse. Det så mer ut som noen hadde latt kaka stå litt for lenge i ovnen..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-3271861071179001554?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3271861071179001554/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-i-am-lazy-scroll-down.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3271861071179001554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3271861071179001554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-i-am-lazy-scroll-down.html' title='Because I am lazy, Scroll down...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/Snhpp02BjGI/AAAAAAAAALk/ntuO6hLf1s4/s72-c/6296_133515822386_666222386_3696204_2462948_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-4115264963086004093</id><published>2009-07-11T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:07:16.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Some "very exiting" pictures of something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj9Gnnmt7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xkXcxTMb-2Y/s1600-h/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357310046913345458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj9Gnnmt7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xkXcxTMb-2Y/s400/DSCF0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My first dollars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj8x1iw1vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Thd9sm1EYqk/s1600-h/DSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357309689873880818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj8x1iw1vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Thd9sm1EYqk/s400/DSCF0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christian and I eating chips. *Notice* Dress and sweatpants... Very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj8edpUeKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5pUb84pNfOI/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357309357041416354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj8edpUeKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5pUb84pNfOI/s400/DSCF0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Consentrating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj75tMMydI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DAYG5mX9Dbs/s1600-h/DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357308725559085522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj75tMMydI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DAYG5mX9Dbs/s400/DSCF0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj7q2-qYLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BUB52xyR0Y8/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357308470488621234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Slj7q2-qYLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BUB52xyR0Y8/s400/DSCF0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy is testing my new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The nice weather we once had, is long gone, and the tanning I started is looong lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I figured I update all (3/4 of you) on my dreams this week. I normally don't remember what I dream, but this week has been kinda special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. The first dream I remember;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was against Hitler in the war, and I once knew him. So to stop him from his evil work I had to have a puppy.. A black and white, named... Puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*What a great imagination I have*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2nd dream;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was camp time in the US. The only thing was that I wasn't in the US, but in Columbia.. We had to go trough a lot of stuff including forest, climbing, glass breaking, swimming, fighting, blood and cocaine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We all had to listen to a little girl saying that she only had 18 Kg of Cocain per week, so it wasn't so easy to have in her pockets. And then the EF man i met on a information meeting say that he had approx. 186 Kg every year, and that he hid it in his car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3rd dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thing: mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Name: Ariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Place: in the dead sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;population: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hobbies: Swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Relationship: Waaay to lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Age: Didn't know, since no one ever said happy birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That was mostly my dream. I just swimmed around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS. 8 days till I'm leaving Norway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-4115264963086004093?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4115264963086004093/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/07/well.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4115264963086004093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4115264963086004093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/Slj9Gnnmt7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xkXcxTMb-2Y/s72-c/DSCF0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-449105073198313234</id><published>2009-07-05T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:25:03.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea side festival'/><title type='text'>Sea Side Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at sea side festival on tuesday morning. There was so place for us to camp, but lucikly I met a person I knew so we could camp right next to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main things that happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I did something gladiator thingy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I accendently managed to make Rosie's cell fall into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I let the pictures and videos speak for them self!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355024608272477730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SlDeglOObiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8RcBBWrlRzc/s400/polen+tur+og+skj%C3%A6rg%C3%A5rds+358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(I am the closest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="302" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-675fdc7eeb5f2948" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D675fdc7eeb5f2948%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AF709A0EBF9D22CA594376734F22CD9560296E9.304EF2379720F026F6135A59436F2C2FBF0C9E72%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D675fdc7eeb5f2948%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQiU7TfWF3AIbLDHSAG7Iq44w004&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="302" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D675fdc7eeb5f2948%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AF709A0EBF9D22CA594376734F22CD9560296E9.304EF2379720F026F6135A59436F2C2FBF0C9E72%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D675fdc7eeb5f2948%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQiU7TfWF3AIbLDHSAG7Iq44w004&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c2dc137ab7c0750" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c2dc137ab7c0750%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC16DC9FBEEE1736EB9D5E432B749A6B9C12889E.1369A4E74F760CF5A0F00DE5832F4878F1A65230%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c2dc137ab7c0750%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBdv_PCY9qaS_9zvhq1mUAZ9XgQw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c2dc137ab7c0750%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC16DC9FBEEE1736EB9D5E432B749A6B9C12889E.1369A4E74F760CF5A0F00DE5832F4878F1A65230%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c2dc137ab7c0750%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBdv_PCY9qaS_9zvhq1mUAZ9XgQw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my gladiator time.. What a great time..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no pictures so I'll have to explain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was very hot outside and we decided to bade in the sea before taking a shower which we desperately needed. Rosie had laid her cell under my towl(which I didn't know) So when we were done bading I took up my towl&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355026854553017570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SlDgjVRPXOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ozfm024vpkM/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Rosie's cell fell into the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*panic*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end we managed to get it up (Or a very kind boy did)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Panic*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember that this is sea water which is not good for a cellphone at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did our best, but we didn't have the knowlegde on how to do it. So we found a kind man who knew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Pheff*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now we have no idea if it is working, but it looks dark, so I said she could get mine when I leave norway, which is only two weeks from now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Feeling very mean*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Becide that we had a great time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We came home at 4.1o a.m tonight, so I was pretty tired&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-449105073198313234?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=675fdc7eeb5f2948&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8c2dc137ab7c0750&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/449105073198313234/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sea-side-festival.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/449105073198313234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/449105073198313234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sea-side-festival.html' title='Sea Side Festival'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SlDeglOObiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8RcBBWrlRzc/s72-c/polen+tur+og+skj%C3%A6rg%C3%A5rds+358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-2093287276166858086</id><published>2009-06-23T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:19:36.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>St. hans</title><content type='html'>Today I had a day of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stine and I went down and tried to get some tan at the beach. then I got up to Vennesla to get a massage(Birthday pressant from Christian :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went down to the beach again where I met Rikke, Karen and Christian. We stayed there for a couple of hours getting more and more red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ingjerd called and asked if I wanted to join them on a boating trip, and ofcourse... I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cozy, and the weather was just perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I found out, smart as I am that I was going to film it so that the epley's could see. It wasn't so easy to film because it was getting kinda dark. And to top it all, and had to speak to it... I watched it, and I am embarrased over my english. I didn't even manage the vocabulary.....(as you will hear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you will love this norwegian english Sarah. Everyone else will just be embarrased on my behalf... (Or I am...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7ab5c7796176649c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ab5c7796176649c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54A16AC6073D343B85A39527DA0C0337C0B99A23.57B007834CBF43DFDF5C7BD13CA686090DDA631%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ab5c7796176649c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyiZFMDQXBg74Ni9EV2LQP-QTp9E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7ab5c7796176649c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54A16AC6073D343B85A39527DA0C0337C0B99A23.57B007834CBF43DFDF5C7BD13CA686090DDA631%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7ab5c7796176649c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyiZFMDQXBg74Ni9EV2LQP-QTp9E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just laugh... It's okey...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-2093287276166858086?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7ab5c7796176649c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2093287276166858086/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/06/st-hans.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/2093287276166858086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/2093287276166858086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/06/st-hans.html' title='St. hans'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-3882298490316250130</id><published>2009-06-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:46:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Audhild, because I'm lazy</title><content type='html'>This I'm doing just because Audhild says I should.&lt;br /&gt;I feel kina bad for her, because she has an oral exam in social studies tomorrow. and I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks I dont use my brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. Sometimes at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortsett å øv heller du Audhild&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-3882298490316250130?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3882298490316250130/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-audhild-because-im-lazy.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3882298490316250130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3882298490316250130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-audhild-because-im-lazy.html' title='For Audhild, because I&apos;m lazy'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-4261336512740022845</id><published>2009-05-14T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:05:52.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='17 mai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prosject'/><title type='text'>17 May. Our national day</title><content type='html'>Today I've done absolutely NO, NADA, ingenting homework what so ever :) Feels like the weekend to me. The best part is that we didn't have anything eighter till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audhild and I has had a prosject about northern light. It was most definitly too hard for my brain. it was physics and chemesty together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335762850919626514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SgxwCvbKNxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3FBVny3SGW4/s400/nlys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silje is going to celebrate her birthday tomorrow. We are going to her cabin down by the sea. Hope the weather turnes out beautiful. We are going to stay there till saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the time difference is a good thing, cause then Noah will get his birthday e-mail from me. yeey cutie boy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on sunday it the 17th of May. Norways national day. And for all you forheigners we celebrate it in a kind of special way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once who are seniors becomes something called "Russ". There are different colors depending on what you are going to be. Example. if you are going to be a farmer, you look like this&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335764689000508242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgxxtuzyq1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/63HUfC2sjIs/s400/russeavis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are going to go to college you become red or blue "russ":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335765453663149762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SgxyaPZknsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zayc8Ucol48/s400/_9120russ.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335765887349647218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SgxyzfAfZ3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/9MI82bgKFxA/s400/_6006r_blaruss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the once that is going to be a mecanic, electriiton, work with health, like nurse at a nursing home becomes black&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335766006837611234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgxy6cIpCuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z4lW9Qd__M0/s400/1_5715352!img5715222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have a thing called "russe card" like a joke visit card, with a picture and a joke on it, that children collects. I had around 300 when I was little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335766652792549170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SgxzgCgTLzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/W_EvBX5ShL4/s400/russekort322zp.gif" border="0" /&gt;(PS. All pictures are randomly taken from the internett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We who aren't "russ" dress up nicely, and some of us has a "bunad" it's Norways national suit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335767403899923186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgx0LwmQKvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/fdXXxzqi24s/s400/karmera+267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Strict rules. You have to have a family member from the place you're "Bunad" is from. Some "Bunad" I think is really cool:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335768656519506194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgx1Uq-CKRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/L4U2yNxVboM/s400/366226-4-1237589108386-n400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335768724946293746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgx1Yp4QE_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/LCZ0TbFBapY/s400/samedrakt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;above is the national suit to our native people "samer"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335768597856652306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgx1RQbuDBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K9hCmVeWzUA/s400/setesdal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The children walk in a parade where there is a lot of people watching. They are singing our national anthem (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umY-LB7ExPQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umY-LB7ExPQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;)and other song made for this day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards we go to tivoli and then eat with family or friends. than in the evening we run something called "tapto". Where we have a starting point in the top of centrum, and runnes all through it holding hands, forming long "snakes". around 3/4 of a mile. then we come down to the sea and we watch the fireworks and lissten to some bands playing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In our capital all the children that marches goes past the royal house, with the royal family out on the balcony waving. the thousand first children gets to eat dinner in the royal house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335771813324483170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgx4Ma-_amI/AAAAAAAAAGM/thNZ9qfovSY/s400/17__MAI__tittel_jpg_737852x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335771873646493330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sgx4P7s4PpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nKA50P6cFrs/s400/080530_17maitog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. You've made it so far. You are seriously good. You should leave a comment, so I know that you are a faithful reader. Pictures from our national day will come later :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-4261336512740022845?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4261336512740022845/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-may-our-national-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4261336512740022845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4261336512740022845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-may-our-national-day.html' title='17 May. Our national day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SgxwCvbKNxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3FBVny3SGW4/s72-c/nlys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-23653832677880738</id><published>2009-05-04T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:10:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard a song on the radio today, and it made me feel very happy. A really happy song.... Untill I listened to what she said... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ITZBBV8Syg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ITZBBV8Syg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Shocked! it sounded like a butterfly song, but noo..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I didn't understand English, cause then I could live in my own little butterfly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I lived in Katies world, it sounds lovely &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odhw5SLYYdY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odhw5SLYYdY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but back to reality. Some hours ago Audhild woke me up by calling me, to ask how you could say that she was being compared to a Mammut in English. *Shame on her for waking me up* Christian on the other hand thought it was a good idea waking me up *Shame on boyfirend too!*&lt;br /&gt;Julie wanted to sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the videos at my cell phone, and it was quite a few videos of me solving Sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;here is an other one, Just because I have no further more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95e04e2a70f3b5d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95e04e2a70f3b5d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7831A5AFF7361DFD067EA45ECD0ADA881BE46AE0.1FEF8A62C80CA5BAD7A3FD3D80987263F566D09C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95e04e2a70f3b5d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTe3itrGXLekQ75uutpvnAoJaYiU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95e04e2a70f3b5d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331816072%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7831A5AFF7361DFD067EA45ECD0ADA881BE46AE0.1FEF8A62C80CA5BAD7A3FD3D80987263F566D09C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95e04e2a70f3b5d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTe3itrGXLekQ75uutpvnAoJaYiU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;translation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: I found a 2. I have to be able to use it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J:ohh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: Are you having fun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J:No, cause I don't manage to get it right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: 4, 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: How many.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: 4,4,4,4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: Notice that I am doing hard here. and then you have to look at these once that I have managed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: Ops&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: Tadaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A: very good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J: *Thinking* Oh yes, I know :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-23653832677880738?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=95e04e2a70f3b5d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-4595261151184548370</id><published>2009-04-30T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:58:50.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Written by Audhild (who thinks that she's updating her blog to rarely)</title><content type='html'>Julie spends a freetime at school solving Sudoku while talking to her self about numbers and my mothers accent... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c78b10b01f59d12" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-5193925330345350759</id><published>2009-04-28T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:10:16.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Professional blogger"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just read a guy's blog. he writes around 6 times a day. WOW. That made me feel.. Like a good blogger. It is not that I don't have exiting things to write about, like getting the birthday present from the Epley's:)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SfddIbX0McI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bZQY6asRd3o/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329831083384254914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SfddIbX0McI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bZQY6asRd3o/s400/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sfdc-Sv-yxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HSXW91z-OEk/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329830909271001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sfdc-Sv-yxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HSXW91z-OEk/s400/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329835663675286194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SfdhTCSS4rI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8s5e6wEPf2g/s400/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cutie boys made for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sfdcs1iasfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ctQ7AWdj2_U/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329830609371705842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sfdcs1iasfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ctQ7AWdj2_U/s400/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hard to say, but it says Familiy on the big one, and laugh on the small. Perfect&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to put out more pics, but my unpredictable cell phone did not want to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mention the extreme makeover our neighbour is doing to their house. I can hear machines going on in there from late in the evning to early morning! Very fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention the card I got? When you open it, it plays a song. How funny isn't that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the whole song by heart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now my cell phone is on it's way to a nursing home, or at least it should be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever it wants to, it turnes of. and sometimes(Very often really) it just stops working.... What a great friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even have more exiting things to tell you about. A french test. Yeah, you heard me. FRENCH, TEST, ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should just lay down and wait for doomsday.. cause the way it looks now. I am not going to pass it at all. I have not... *paid too much attention*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But can you blame me? Who in the world think it is interesting learing about partive article, future tence, reflexive prounouns. maybe my english teacher Jorunn would, but Few other people.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til oss Norske :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALDRI, jeg mener det, ALDRI undervurder aksenter i USA. De elsker det visst av en eller annen grunn. Merkelig merkelig merkelig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au revoir/ A plus tard / See Y'all later. / snakkes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-5193925330345350759?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5193925330345350759/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/professional-blogger.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/5193925330345350759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/5193925330345350759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/professional-blogger.html' title='&quot;Professional blogger&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SfddIbX0McI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bZQY6asRd3o/s72-c/DSC00453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-8884579598911676592</id><published>2009-04-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:13:10.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Linn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>This easter I've been up in Kristiansund, far north in Norway.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324215932031519778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNqLmg2zCI/AAAAAAAAADE/c8KD-4Twav4/s320/norgeskart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It takes 2 hours with plane. I came to visit my grandparents, cousin Jenny Linn, my aunt and uncle one last time before i went to the US. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit that I spent most of my time together with my cousin Jenny Linn, since she's the only one under 40, and arond my age. She by the way turned 16 last tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is some pictures from here "very celebrated"birthday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324218930619600210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNs6JH9zVI/AAAAAAAAADM/ooKsyhm5Dis/s400/IMGP0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it so badly, but I managed to take it on the wrong way... Yeey me...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324219595754749282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNtg28ivWI/AAAAAAAAADU/ORpu6PlLs7s/s400/IMGP0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we colored my hair. I did not know what color I wanted so we picked caramel chocolate, because it sounded so good :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324220247184826882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNuGxtk4gI/AAAAAAAAADc/1ymaby3CoRA/s400/IMGP0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went out to eat. (She always looks like this)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a great birthday she had.. Now she is allowed to take the elevator all by her self. Yeeey..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is some random pictures from the rest of the trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324221128334625490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNu6EQDytI/AAAAAAAAADk/9uBoQrdRzLs/s400/IMGP0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324222150395936450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNv1judvsI/AAAAAAAAADs/wi9plVH0vCs/s400/IMGP0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is how touristes think we are... They use a LOT of money buying these things as well&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324222991578465778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNwmhYAhfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ovZkUZ4gtDg/s400/IMGP0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the cutest :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324223562079853346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNxHuqI2yI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5Bgmiv9esBc/s400/IMGP0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical Norwegian..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324224385909229730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SeNx3rqXiKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1G9h77zpfr8/s400/IMGP0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhh. She totally loves me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-8884579598911676592?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8884579598911676592/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html#comment-form' title='15 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8884579598911676592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8884579598911676592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SeNqLmg2zCI/AAAAAAAAADE/c8KD-4Twav4/s72-c/norgeskart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-4403938651532753720</id><published>2009-04-05T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:58:21.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if the things you didn't buy in Dyreparken was expencive enough! they've increased the price on everything. It's almost embarrasing telling a person how much a wafel costs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I'm leaving for krisitiansund. I am going to see my crazy grand-mother and kind grand-pa before leaving. If you ever meet my grand-mother. Do not even mention something that has to do with me and a scooter, never the less, me ON a scooter. She would literally kill me! I have this idea about dyeing my hair up there. nothing ekstreme, just Pink maybe, or green?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm thinking chocolate or chesnut colored. A shade of brown:) Hope I don't end up like Rikke, with orange hair for a year. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266950924236130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SdjwGTzddWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sACs_Tky-Ss/s320/n582151617_769031_142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267219361070930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SdjwV7zyf1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/G9eupoQ3NBk/s320/Clown_chili_peppers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Kalle klovn, kalle klovn. Er en artig liten brode som har mye rart i hode er Kalle Klovn. JA Rikke Flo "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okey, Sorry Rikke. Just figured I'd have a little fun with it since I told you so clear NOT to do it :) Still love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-4403938651532753720?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4403938651532753720/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-if-things-you-didnt-buy-in.html#comment-form' title='9 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4403938651532753720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4403938651532753720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-if-things-you-didnt-buy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SdjwGTzddWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sACs_Tky-Ss/s72-c/n582151617_769031_142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-6931331781983594126</id><published>2009-03-30T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:08:27.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>HELP?</title><content type='html'>One little thing again it's Julie's knowledges around technology that's taken the best of here. NOmatter how hard I try to find it. I cannot find out where you can edit a blog once it's been posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeey mee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEED HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-6931331781983594126?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6931331781983594126/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6931331781983594126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6931331781983594126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/help.html' title='HELP?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-1984923500300767753</id><published>2009-03-30T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:36:36.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><title type='text'>Scary movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have this nightmare about being in a horror movie. Not only am I being chased by ghost and dolls, but everywhere I turn there are dead people and blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate horror movies. I just hate them. I was at Silje's house with Alex, Joakim and Christian (Not my christian) and I sat between Joakim and Alex. I squeezed Joakims arm so hard, even though I thought the movie was lame. and I am not what you would call a silent watcher. Not only do I almost scream Joakim's ear of, but all the others's as well. I was called a sissy for that. The movie we saw was Fritt vilt 2 (cold prey 2) Yeah I know. What a lame film. But almost everyone dies, and the stupid big man never dies!!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SdEO-LikYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/uIL-g9LV7kc/s1600-h/frittvilt2858_1161604923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319049096313725442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SdEO-LikYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/uIL-g9LV7kc/s400/frittvilt2858_1161604923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on saturday Christian (boyfriend) and some others wanted to see an other horror movie, and I still with Cold pray 2 fresh in mind said yes to join. Stupid little girl I am somethimes. That was so scary that I spent more time under the feather cover singing loudly with my fingers in my ears, than above actually watching the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all you future people who thinks about seeing a horror movie with me being near by. I can only say please,  Why can't we see a harmonic movie like postman pat or Noddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes I have to admit that I was so scared that when we watched House of Wax a long time ago, we had to take it of and go to sleep before I could see the rest. I even find the "Scary Movie" parody scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I come to think about it, I've seen quite many of this frightening movies. Surprisingly I can still hear after all the screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-1984923500300767753?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1984923500300767753/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/scary-movies.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/1984923500300767753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/1984923500300767753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/scary-movies.html' title='Scary movies'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SdEO-LikYgI/AAAAAAAAACs/uIL-g9LV7kc/s72-c/frittvilt2858_1161604923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-6724127912654997684</id><published>2009-03-26T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:15:01.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dyreparken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Audhild and I went to the Zoo for a prosject at school. We drove out. I cannot say anything but FREEZING! The plan was to take pictures of everything, so we did. When we came to the camels, the camera was empty for battery. So we had to use our cellphones. I Discoverd something interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that a camels hump is like this sometimes? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317592240464934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Scvh-AlJNhI/AAAAAAAAACk/CsqqJ8uPbwQ/s400/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't so it was funny :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is in the hump on the back of the camel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-6724127912654997684?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6724127912654997684/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-audhild-and-i-went-to-zoo-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6724127912654997684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/6724127912654997684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-audhild-and-i-went-to-zoo-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/Scvh-AlJNhI/AAAAAAAAACk/CsqqJ8uPbwQ/s72-c/DSC00414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-4420836060850502887</id><published>2009-03-23T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:36:15.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of all things I've gotten a sinew infection (Sene splint betennelse) so I cannot exercise the next two weeks. Today Audhild and I drove to town. Ofcourse I saw a police car and managed to drive on red light... luckily it had just turned red, so I'm still alive:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316421793697762546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/Sce5dCmADPI/AAAAAAAAACc/egExxod3H1o/s400/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you might see. God is looking after me, like everyone else:) Audhild had to drive behind me all the way to town, and all the way back, poor soul. (MY scooter does not only drive slow like everybody elses, but it drives extra slowly. I almost have to push it up the hills, okey it is not that bad, but it feels that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca sent me a mail today. (Cecilia McClouds host daughter from Taiwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how hard it must be for her to learn English. At least we have almost the same letters, without for æ,ø,å. But in taiwan they have the same thing as in China almost. And to be able to speak it then. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little time each day when I try to use my glasses are terrible. I thought the whole point about using glasses was to see more clear, but NOOOO. If someoneis more than 5 meter away, I cannot see who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it and figured that the name that suited my scooter best is Alfred. So from now on, when I say that I have driven around on Alfred, I mean My scooter:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have an even bigger question. What am I going to call my glasses. Do they look like an Oluf? Bob? Kaare Fredrik?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-4420836060850502887?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4420836060850502887/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-all-things-ive-gotten-sinew.html#comment-form' title='4 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4420836060850502887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/4420836060850502887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-all-things-ive-gotten-sinew.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/Sce5dCmADPI/AAAAAAAAACc/egExxod3H1o/s72-c/DSC02500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-9043795568850153745</id><published>2009-03-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:02:41.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><title type='text'>Oh Hi, I did not recognize you...</title><content type='html'>Today I got my glasses. Not can I see clear with them, and I cannot see very much with them on either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in town today. I met a friend of mine, Inger Lill, and she just said. Hi julie, is that you, I did not recognize you. You look so different. (Well, thanks)&lt;br /&gt;And Voila. Here they are..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315669659406681426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/ScUNZEBBxVI/AAAAAAAAACU/DrwCy09Fnh0/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today the wether was so nice I decided that lying in the sun for an hour trying desperatly to get some color on my skin would be nice. I even managed to get sunbruned on my legs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been driving around on my scooter all day. But I have not yet figured a name for the poor boy. Any suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-9043795568850153745?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9043795568850153745/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hi-i-did-not-recognize-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/9043795568850153745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/9043795568850153745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-hi-i-did-not-recognize-you.html' title='Oh Hi, I did not recognize you...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/ScUNZEBBxVI/AAAAAAAAACU/DrwCy09Fnh0/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-920083349777917006</id><published>2009-03-20T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:58:27.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronica Mars'/><title type='text'>So sad :(</title><content type='html'>Not only have I spent several days watching Veronica Mars and loved every minute of it. But I caught my self thinking an hour ago. I really hope she solves this crime, because now there is just one more episode left. She did, sort of. But the stupid stupid makers of Veronica Mars decided never to make another episode again. I cannot believe it ended like that. It makes absolutely no sence what so ever! it's over, finito, never gonna watch a new episode of Veronica Mars again. I feel like a part of me is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot ever remember life before Veronica Mars. What did I do, what did I think about and what did I dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get a new hobby so I wont cry. I have absolutely NO idea what to do now....&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye life as I know it. Hello (Or as Ingjerd would say it hellow) new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-920083349777917006?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/920083349777917006/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/whaaat.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/920083349777917006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/920083349777917006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/whaaat.html' title='So sad :('/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-8301548756813582174</id><published>2009-03-19T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:49:07.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie VS technology</title><content type='html'>Now I'm just sad. I just wrote a looong blog of how  not addict I am on Veronica Mars, and I managed to delete it :.....(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as Audhild told me on the bus from Grimstad. I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to technology, and she is propbably right.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. How many knows how to download stuff in the right way, or make the computer to do exactly what you want it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus we discussed cars. Or I did, and Audhild replied when she felt that she had too... But ever thought about smashing the other cars side mirrors as you past? Or open your door while driving fast. And did you know that when my dad was young (When he moved out of the cave) They had cars with the door opening the other way, so if you tried to open the door while driving fast the door would just be ripped of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever wondered why you CAN NOT fold a paper more than 7 times? (Try it out if you don't believe me)&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why your legs only stays silky a couple of hours after you've shaved them, when after a bad haircut it takes forever for it to grow out again? (I certainly have, experienced both)&lt;br /&gt;wonder why you want to scratch your eyes after you've put on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured that Audhild and I accomplish each other. She writes with her left hand, I with my right. I cannot write with my left hand, her right side of the brain does not work as it should :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of things I think about during the day. And right now I'm sad because my once silky legs now feels like a dessert full of cactuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm of to bed, dreaming about something nice I hope, since I have a math test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I am not very fond of either math or tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-8301548756813582174?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8301548756813582174/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/julie-vs-technology.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8301548756813582174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8301548756813582174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/julie-vs-technology.html' title='Julie VS technology'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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-5673413965088059351.post-49373204760092173</id><published>2009-03-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:17:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Me and my socks have a undeclared war going on. You might think that I would be superior. Embarrassing as it is, I have to say, No I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are like the gerilla soldiers. They &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIDE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and no matter how hard I try to find them, I always end up with finding to single once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way I take back is by poisoning them with my &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sweet-scented feet&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the war will do on to the day some smart people find a way to kill all the gerilla socks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312428381177811730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SbmJd1rOkxI/AAAAAAAAACE/EBYc3nAJceA/s400/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, we are having a peaceful period until tomorrow morning. The peacefulness is making my feet cold. So tomorrow there will be a new war!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-49373204760092173?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/49373204760092173/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-my-socks-have-undeclared-war.html#comment-form' title='3 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/49373204760092173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/49373204760092173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-and-my-socks-have-undeclared-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SbmJd1rOkxI/AAAAAAAAACE/EBYc3nAJceA/s72-c/DSC00376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-2198488273832345891</id><published>2009-03-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:00:22.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audhild'/><title type='text'>Bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I woke up today I had the bad feeling I sometimes have. And when I first have this bad feeling, it often seems to turn out true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when I looked out the window and it was not blue clear sky like yesterday, but it rained, almost snowed! And as if that was not bad enough, I was of to take my Scooter exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we finally arrived the queue was a mile long. I sat down and waited for my turn. It was so quiet I thought I could hear my own heart beat, but I guess it just was the puls beating so hard in my veins that I could feel it in my forhead. It had already started snowning, chrushing my dreams of spring comming to Kristiansand in thousand pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was my turn I got so nervous I could not think of one trafic rule at all. When I finally was right outside the exam room she looked at my papers at her computer and said to me with a haughty voice. Well it looks like you have not yet applyed, so you cannot take the test before you've send in the papers to the police station. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW IN THE WIDE GINORMEOUS WORLD COULD I KNOW THAT I HAD TO DO THAT?! I've never been at the police station before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked out in rage (as most teenagers would.) The snow falling from the sky no longer being small snowflakes. NO they were big snowballs falling down everywhere and one even managed to make it's way into my eye, not helping my rage wery much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah, as the good person she is sent me some pictures, trying to make me feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did, together with spaghetti and Bad day- Daniel Powter (Todays' favorite song.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SblM9McxScI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNXSmLlw-tU/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312361849657838018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SblM9McxScI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNXSmLlw-tU/s400/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to turn the picture of tomorrow's birthday child, but it did not work so well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can say whatever you want, but after all. she was born on Friday 13th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Big planes for her birthday tomorrow*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audhild, if you read this;  så ikke bli nyskjerrig, det er ingenting altså. Helt sant.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-2198488273832345891?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2198488273832345891/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='8 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/2198488273832345891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/2198488273832345891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SblM9McxScI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNXSmLlw-tU/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-8391948053818445165</id><published>2009-03-07T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:17:55.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a meaningful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Update on my day so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I started it all with eating some breakfast and drinking chocolate milk. Then I watched some tv. After that I did not know what to do, so I watched Dr Phil. Then I fell asleep. It was wonderful... Until my dear sister, Marie woke me up to tell me that she was going to play in the snow outside. Then I sat down with my dear computer in my lap trying to make the time go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say. When the weather is like this, there is not much I want to do outside, so playing tetris is a good and meaningful thing to do in these situations. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310493288686434706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SbKpgoZAOZI/AAAAAAAAABA/bpl_vdF_LfI/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder when I am going to beat my record. Christian and Audhild says that I have a problem since I am playing it so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's not true! I only play it at school when I am bored, recess, when I come home and have nothing to do, when I am supposed to do homework and when I am supposed to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I definitely do not have a problem. Duuh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Trine and Marie quits fighting over where to sit, I think I am going to watch some more tv. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am having, as you might see. One of those days where I do absolutely NOTHING... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fact: Doing nothing is boring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-8391948053818445165?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8391948053818445165/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-meaningful-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8391948053818445165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/8391948053818445165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-meaningful-day.html' title='What a meaningful day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SbKpgoZAOZI/AAAAAAAAABA/bpl_vdF_LfI/s72-c/DSC00366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673413965088059351.post-3828534831436970667</id><published>2009-03-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:46:53.857-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well... I started this blogging because Sarah do. (You can say that I got inspired.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that since Sarah is doing it, I might as well. The reason I'm writing english is because then she'll understand it as well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310472152164204242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hMWry54kMng/SbKWSUtZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NjqngDzp_vE/s320/100_1664%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my Host family; Sarah and Ben. And their tree children Noah, Eli and Jake:) They all have biblical names. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you might or might not have understood, they are christian. Actually, Ben is the minister of a Babtist church in their little home town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673413965088059351-3828534831436970667?l=juliesvendsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3828534831436970667/comments/default' title='Legg inn kommentarer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3828534831436970667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673413965088059351/posts/default/3828534831436970667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juliesvendsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11969740697689210157</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/_hMWry54kMng/SbKWSUtZ_tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NjqngDzp_vE/s72-c/100_1664%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
