<?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-4168044509418327338</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:18:57.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osmart Sisters</title><subtitle type='html'>Awesomeness. Rockingness. Sweetness. Funnyness. It's all here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168044509418327338.post-5611004434822459399</id><published>2009-06-07T20:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:17:46.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been soooo bored that no matter what you do...you're bored? &lt;/span&gt;Well...I have. I'm at that point. I'm so bored everything is boring me, no matter what it is. I'm past the point where the dumbest thing entertains me, like doing the wave with your fingers or something equally as fun. It all is boring. I'm getting bored just sitting here writing about how bored I am!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone is in Utah! What do they see in that place?!? I mean...I'm here. What more could they want? ME is in Utah with our older sister till Tues - shaith - day, my best friend Ninny is in Utah for another week and a half. Ugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom and dad are busy and my little sister actually has a life. What is there to do around here?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You take funny pictures and blogert!! That's what I've succumed to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sittin' here. Blogerting. Finding Nemo in the background.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raise of hands! Who's heard of "Vini. Vidi. Vici."?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raise of foots! Who know's what it means?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, oh! I do! I do! Pick me! I know it! I swear I do! I know it! I know! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Vini. Vidi. Vici." - "I came. I saw. I conquered." &lt;strong&gt;An excessively operose assessment that uses distinctive mechanized enumerated untensil to conceive statistical data, such as...what the quote represents your life, mine was "Vini. Vidi. Vici." Or what exactly your personality is, such as mine which I'm &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt; to say.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm very very very very proud to say.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is 74%nerd, and 26% dork. D:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank you Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For these extemely important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;life lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yupper depper depper.....wow have times changed. Someone now would say, Oh jaa! Thad be phat!! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;w0rd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;My mother and I were watching a movie and this lady walks out with her hair slicked back to a tight bun on the very top of her head. My mother tells me, we used to do our hair like that in the 70s! We called them, terds, cause that's what they looked like. Can you imagine calling you haird a terd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Hey mom! Prom is tonight! Can you put a terd on my hair?" or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Mom! Why doesn't my terd ever look like her terd?" or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Jack, Susie had a terd in her hair...W-O-W! Was she fine or what!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A miracle happened today!!! A true life miracle! I made wonder, dilicious, awesome, beautiful cookies!! "Why is this a miracle," Bob asks. "Let her finish the story," Jean adds. "I would if she kept tellin' it!" Bob screams at Jean. "Ugh. Bob, she would if you would let her continue." Anywhose. This is a miraculous (spelling?) event because of one rather simple thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am a murderer...of cookies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you not believe me? Well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you should. }:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiyTL8dhuNI/AAAAAAAAACg/HE3kCl9awFE/s1600-h/2008-11-11+Courtney%27s+Cookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344808691199752402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiyTL8dhuNI/AAAAAAAAACg/HE3kCl9awFE/s320/2008-11-11+Courtney%27s+Cookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Look at them!! Look at those ugly dead things!! What I did wrong we will never know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*tear. sniff.* They never stood a chance. The top left cookie..the chocolate....*sniff*....the chocolate was burned. The bottem left cookie. That's supposed to be...to..t-t-t-o..to be...one cookie. I'm sorry I'm just blubbering over here..I'm s-s-sorry. It's just s-s-s-s-s-s-sad. *wah* The other two cookies on the bottom...the middle isn't even cooked all the way...what..w-what went wrong? D':] ? We will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But don't worry!! My cookies today were excellent!!!!! Beautiful!!! Wonderful!!! Alive! They were tap dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poll of Yea or Nay&lt;/span&gt; -- Male tap dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, my friend...we'll call him...hm....IronMan. Is in a play. He auditions and all this good stuff and goes home thinking "I hope I don't have a big dancing part. I hope I don't have a big dancing part." He gets the results...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancer A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...baharharhar! He get's to tap dance al over the place. Now tell me that isn't funny. &lt;strong&gt;Tell me that isn't funny!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tell me that isn't funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me that isn't funny. (If anyone tells me that isn't funny know...Liars die....I'm just saying.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, I see this thing on this musical called "Hair" talk about weird. I want to know what it's about and so I look it up. Look at what it tells me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Hair &lt;/em&gt;tells the story of the "tribe", a politically active, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long-haired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hippies of the Age of Aquarius"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;fighting against the conscription to the Vietnam War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and living a bohemian life together in New York City."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raise of hands: Who understands this? &lt;/strong&gt;If you are ever explaining something to someone...don't use words longer than your last name. Like &lt;em&gt;politically active &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;consciption &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;bohemian. &lt;/em&gt;And phrases such as &lt;em&gt;Hippies of the Age of Aquarius...&lt;/em&gt;most people with just get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Raise of feet: Who doesn't understand this? ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sokay, Mia! That devil of a dog is up to no good again. So I'm not too happy with her. She shaithed in my room and up-chucked on my pants!! Yeah. Not cool. }:^[ I'm not happy at all. Well today she just added to the horribleness of her horrible...ness. I had just come home from summer school. No food since last night, and I was hungry. I make myself a little sandwhich, and when I'm almost done making it my mom calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You need to clean up the dog poop in the backyard before i get home. I'm ten minutes away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So no pressure right? I put the finishing touches on my sandwhich put it on the counter and go off to pig up her shaith. I finish as my mom pools in the drive way and go in to eat my food, glad that horrible moment in my life was over. (It was shaith.) I open the door and the dog is there, looking up at me. An evil glint in her eye. Yes! There was an evil glint!! I wasn't making things up!! She was looking menacingly up at me, literally licking her chomps. Her lips. Her shaith pie-hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I come in the kitchen and my &lt;strong&gt;SANDWHICH IS GONE! ALL THAT IS LEFT ARE SOME CRUMBS! THE SHAITH DOG STOLE MY FOOD. &lt;/strong&gt;I clean up her poop, she crapped in my room, threw up on my pants, beats me up, and hogs any sitting or sleeping spot (She likes couches and beds. Particularly my bed.) I hate hate hate it! Hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hate it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well ME (yes the other Osmart Sister is still alive) She comes home tomorrow night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She called me today. OOOoo, aren't I special. She just called. For no particular reason. It was pretty cool.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Got me sad though... She told me about how she was hanging out w/my bestfriends. (They're twins and their older sister was ME's bestfriend.) ANd how my other best friends - sokay, the twins are the best guy friends the other best friends are the best GIRL friends &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't bend that way so don't even think that.) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;miss me. And I'm stranded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Question of the day: Why aren't drapes double sided so it looks nice on the inside and outside of the home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Answer of the day: People are &lt;strong&gt;DUMMIE BEARS!! &lt;/strong&gt;What is it about that stupid people thing you people not understand...oh...wait....baharharhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm gonna bounce! Stay Fresh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We Rock. Love Us. [:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168044509418327338-5611004434822459399?l=osmartsisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/5611004434822459399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever-been-soooo-bored-that-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/5611004434822459399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/5611004434822459399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-ever-been-soooo-bored-that-no.html' title=''/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiyTL8dhuNI/AAAAAAAAACg/HE3kCl9awFE/s72-c/2008-11-11+Courtney%27s+Cookies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168044509418327338.post-2052459031894020015</id><published>2009-06-06T15:28:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:08:47.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode' To Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O! World I am here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't seem to stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Being filled with happiness and cheer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O! World don't let me start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just let me say now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm O-so beautiful and Osmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry to end it there....I ran out of ideas. But I'm sure that that one little verse/stanza thing was enough to fulfill your lifes. You can now die happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of happy do you wanna know what? Happiness is all relative. I mean, you can be happy with what you got or not. I saw this today, "No one cares if you're miserable, so be happy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Aint that the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness can also be missleading. We have a dog, Mia is her name. Cutes little puppy we assume to be about a year old - 9 to 10 months is what we're thinking. So she's a puppy. A German Shepard Mix. Quite adorable. She was cute at first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344350023458043906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiryB9-ROAI/AAAAAAAAABY/uraHmS_ux8c/s320/2009-05-04+Mia+Odom+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344350537536301618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Siryf5EE6jI/AAAAAAAAABg/v3K5zpb5yAY/s320/2009-05-14+Mia+Odom+(1).JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She made us so happy for about a week right? Less than a month later....i consider her to be the devil. }:D We leave her for an hour right? Just one hour!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I think is is funny...my mom's not too happy. And ME was the one who had to clean it since she was the that walked in on the dog making the mess and we were all in a different city. [:D Sucka!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We no longer have living plants in our house!!! ME's fish oscar is missing all his cool little fake plants in his fish bowl even. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She ate the platic grass in his bowl, but not the fish...funny. She also ate the little "No Fishing" sign in his bowl)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mia is hilarious! But she's a monster!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sirz8hAle9I/AAAAAAAAABo/mC5DDtcnrvw/s1600-h/DSCN1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344352128807042002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sirz8hAle9I/AAAAAAAAABo/mC5DDtcnrvw/s320/DSCN1287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SisCAN5GbeI/AAAAAAAAACY/MHaY44EIZTw/s1600-h/Mess+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344367585557638626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SisCAN5GbeI/AAAAAAAAACY/MHaY44EIZTw/s320/Mess+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is a little of the damage done. My mom's sad. She has no more living plants. In the picture on the bottom there are sunglasses, a sponge, the only found piece of the "No Fishing" sign, a picture book my mom made full of my brother's missionary pictures, a cup, at the very very top shows part of an onion from my mom's garden. &lt;strong&gt;This dog is a destroyer of all things.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[:D But I think it is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, if you have a dog...have you ever had one run out the door so you try chasing them down? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever had one that turns it into a game?&lt;/span&gt; Mia seems to like to run around a car. You chase her and chase her around the car and decide to go the other direction so she'll run straight into you. You turn the corner to see her not running, when she see's you she takes off in the opposite direction. You turn around and start running to find she's not on the other side. You walk back to the original side and there she is. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Staring triuphantly at you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is a PUNK dog. and she does this to me all the time. &lt;/strong&gt;(She and I have a mutual agreement to hate eachother. I don't like her, she don't like me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One time me and her were playing around and she kept biting me, being cruel, giving me welts. I lie on the ground ready to be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHE GRABBED MY PONYTAIL AND PULLED ME ACROSS THE ROOM!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-896d5d8724269e1f" 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://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D896d5d8724269e1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331560445%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B9936787417517070510B660A589EF9EDF9FF1F.8097DB5EFDE7BF9D996E0D60A59B97E85237F52B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D896d5d8724269e1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DykI0e9itrpapp2lPCIQKp1kdniM&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://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D896d5d8724269e1f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331560445%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B9936787417517070510B660A589EF9EDF9FF1F.8097DB5EFDE7BF9D996E0D60A59B97E85237F52B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D896d5d8724269e1f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DykI0e9itrpapp2lPCIQKp1kdniM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cruel cruel dog!! Course I was being brutal to her the entire time also. [:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, what is every younger siblings dream or wish? &lt;strong&gt;TO BE TALLER THAN THEIR OLDER SIBLING&lt;/strong&gt;!! ME is super short. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like 5' 5 3/4" right? I just finished 9th grade and I haven't grown an inch, i haven't grown a cm, i haven't grown 1/10 of a mm....I'm stuck at 5 shaith feet and 4 shaith inches!!! Exactly- exactly!!!! what I was this time last year!&lt;/span&gt; Is this really one of those worlds that put me on the shorter end of the stick? A world that won't let me measure up to younger sibling code? One that will make someone like me have back/neck problems from having to look up at everyone I talk to? I mean most of my guy friends (I hang out w/mostly guys) are already 5'10" or taller. One is 6"1" and he's 15! They haven't even started really growing yet!! &lt;strong&gt;My younger sister is almost as tall as I am...it's unfair. She's only 12 years old. What the shaith is this?!? Unfair. That's what it is. Oh well. I'll get over it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Don't you hate when you say something and no one takes you seriously? No matter how serious you're being? Good for them!! "Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive." For example...Me and I decided we're going to try and diet. We tell our friends that and they literally laugh in our faces. I guess when our motto for the last couple years is &lt;strong&gt;I'd rather be fat and happy than skinny and and hungry&lt;/strong&gt; a word like diet is laughable, but still. We were serious about it...till about two day later. "As of right now you should diet and excercize daily. You'll die anyways, but at least you'll look good doing it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Question of the day: If you were a pirate what would your catch phrase be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Answer of the day: What the bloody devil are ye scallywags doin' with me booty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"The Average woman would rather have beaty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think" -- a true DUMMIE BEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We rock. Love us. [:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168044509418327338-2052459031894020015?l=osmartsisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=896d5d8724269e1f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/2052459031894020015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-smart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/2052459031894020015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/2052459031894020015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-to-smart.html' title='Ode&apos; To Smart'/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiryB9-ROAI/AAAAAAAAABY/uraHmS_ux8c/s72-c/2009-05-04+Mia+Odom+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168044509418327338.post-3939075083851788259</id><published>2009-06-05T12:48:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:26:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osmart Sister Leaves Town [:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess what!!! &lt;/span&gt;So since life is so unfair to me sometimes. (Not unfair, i just have bad luck, really. Wait...is there a difference between the two? I think so.) ME is not here right now. She won't be here the next few days! She's in Utah! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That means free reign for me!!! ( I guess that could make it fair.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baharharhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But seriously now.&lt;/span&gt; Life has taught me one thing, if you can't yo-yo then you're going to be stuck in bad times. Right? Right? Wrong. If you can't yo-yo then play catch. Seriously I'm deep and insightful.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Life is like a yo-yo you have you're downs and you have your ups.&lt;/span&gt; Well I don't know how to yo-yo! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So...play catch with the yo-yo. It works. [:D -- That's my little buddy. He's got a uni brow and sideburns!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep and insightful, I'm deep.and.in.sight.ful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, school is a place to learn, even if it is over the summer. Am I right? Well if there is one thing I learned in my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5 SHAITH HOURS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of schooling today it is this and only thins (as said by Mr. Gourde):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"There are very few things in life you must hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The things you &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;hate are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1.) Bad food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2.) Dirty Diapers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Mr. Gourde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Algebra 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We must all give Mr. Gourde a pat on the back, high five, hug, round of applause, or sincere silence the next time these brilliant words of wisdom run through our mind. I'll give you a few moments to do so now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;____....~~~~====*****====~~~~....____&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thank you. May this be put on his gravestone when he dies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, speaking of Mr. Gourde, raise of hands. Who all has seen the Nutty Professor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sil_jcsIiPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WAOQIZbd2Ms/s1600-h/the_nutty_professor%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343942679825254642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sil_jcsIiPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WAOQIZbd2Ms/s320/the_nutty_professor%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;really is a funny movie, if you haven't seen it..well I will not be giving you any brief summary, other than he's really really fat, and is a Professor in college.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you haven't seen this movie, the extent of my Mr. Gourde story won't be funny. Or as funny as it could be I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You know how when Eddie Murphy in the movie is writing on the chalk board his stomach is so big it erases what he writes and gets his shirt all dirty and messed up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, Mr. Gourde isn't what I'd like to call skinny. (He's not exactly fat either, so don't think that, sokay? He's just got a gut. A big beer belly type gut.) Onward with the story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mr. Gourde is writing notes and nothing is making sense. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We realize that the board is magically getting erased!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Do you see where I'm going with this?) &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Gourde is talking and singing - he likes to sing - and explaining the notes, when he turns around and there is a big black mark all over his shirt. He looks down and goes, "Wow. I'm surprised I haven't nuked this shirt even worse." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well he didn't say nuked, but the word he used was shaith. Soiled or something or other. Nuked is much more...cooler.&lt;/span&gt; Anywhose, all of a sudden Mr. Gourde no longer looked like Mr. Gourde. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He became my own personal Nutty Professor...I just can't take his class seriously anymore. He sings Wizard of Oz, talks about food all the time, and became The Nutty Professor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(But he still scares the crap outta me.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Hercules, Hercules!!" [:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now now, I realize my story telling skills lack something of what other people have, such as ME, but if you just don't give me high standards while I share stories you will never have a let down and I won't have to live up to any expectations.&lt;/strong&gt; Sokay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sokay, I was thinking and. I would have a vote but I'm gonna tell you the answer so there's no point in having a vote. Am I right? Anywhose, the poll question of the day...Do fish have teeth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;By gollie they don't, Jean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh gosh Bob, course they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prove it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh gosh Bob, I don't have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause it ain't true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh gosh Bob, it is too true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said prove it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh gosh Bob, I don't have to. Youngone already has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ah! Did you hear that? Did you? Did you? Huh? Huh? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;did you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's right! I have proven fish have teeth. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm living proof!&lt;/span&gt; Wanna know why? That's right!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A shaith fish bit my finger!&lt;/span&gt; What a frickin' horrible thing to do. To top it off, ME and our older bro, E-O (not his real name), &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; poor, innocent, cute, lil' &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me that it had a disease and that I was going to die&lt;/span&gt;. And I believed them. I thought I was going to die. The only thing I could think on the way home that day was &lt;strong&gt;I wanna Frosty and I'm too young and good-looking to die. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not really. I have no clue what I was thinking, but I know it wasn't happy thoughts. I thought I was going to die!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Random Fish Fact: 25% of the fish you eat are raised in a fish farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well this shaith fish that bit me was raised in a "fish farm" called The Fish Hatchery or something or other. It was a honking 1 1/2 to 2 feet long and was eating me! Yes, fish eat people. Why would it eat me. I don't eat fish. "Fish are friends, not food." Not really!! No friend of mine has ever tried to eat me (with the exception of Ninny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I know you see somehow the world will change for me and be so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Live life, breathe air, I know somehow we're gonna get there, and feel so wonderful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Question of the day: Do you like water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Answer of the day: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Response: Then you like 78% of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Baharharhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We Rock. Love Us. [:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168044509418327338-3939075083851788259?l=osmartsisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/3939075083851788259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-what-so-since-life-is-so-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/3939075083851788259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/3939075083851788259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/guess-what-so-since-life-is-so-unfair.html' title='Osmart Sister Leaves Town [:D'/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sil_jcsIiPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WAOQIZbd2Ms/s72-c/the_nutty_professor%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168044509418327338.post-8389619841296276709</id><published>2009-06-04T21:01:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:15:07.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SOsmart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh gosh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;When you have a sister like ME you wonder &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD I EVER DO A SHAITH THING LIKE STARTING A BLOG WITH HER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The answer is rather simple really...cause it's&lt;/span&gt; fun!! DUH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ME and me...(oh gosh. Calling her ME is going to get confusing sometimes when I'm talking about myself. Deal with it.)...were driving to our Nana's house &lt;em&gt;rockin' &lt;/em&gt;out to the infamous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANTA!!!&lt;/span&gt; When we realized...we don't know the words. We started repeating "Watermelon watermelon" instead of the words right? Cause that way it looks like we know what we're saying when ME went insane and would scream it out to the world...she has bad luck.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (A condition we call boytarted. It happens to her all the time.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A rather good looking guy was right next to us in the car while she's screaming at the top of her lungs Watermelon trying to keep the tune of an unknown HANNAH MONTANA song.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(But she's so blind I don't even think she realized he was cute...uber cute. Cute as in why doesn't she know any guys like that?!? TEEHEE. Just joking. [:D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sokay, I'm wondering, when all you other blogerts - or just plain ol' blogert readers out there - are reading our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amazingly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hilarious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who's funnier?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME or me - youngone?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would have you vote on it but I won't cause we all know ME isn't funny.&lt;/span&gt; (She just thinks she is? [:D ) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'd win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know what that means for ME and I? Huh? Do ya? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Summer school.&lt;/span&gt; : ( D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know. What a shaith way to spend a fresh summer, but eh..what can you do&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Do you know what?!? Get the work done and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;party the day through!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Life is what happens when you have something planned" &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fun is what happens when you don't.&lt;/span&gt; Hint of the future..."Life is supposed to be enjoyed, not just endured." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Deep and insightful. I'm deep and insightful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;DING DING DING! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bells of warning) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;warning!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(caution).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watch yourself now. I'm the worlds wost speller...forgive I now! I'll try my hardest, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But forgive I now and the future if you catch I in my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(I figured if I say "I" you will never mistake it or get confused with "me" and "ME".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343697875065040962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Siig575C8EI/AAAAAAAAABI/z3kAZhn0e0Y/s320/2009-05-07+Courtney+Odom,+Paige+Odom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Young one --ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not only are we hugging. But..AW...we're holding hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's so cute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I could possibly think about maybe even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;forcing myself to consider possibly shedding a tear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I think it's cause we're gazing at everyone over a field of puple flowers.[:D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before I go let me add...ME picked the colors our blog. Green Purple and White. FresH right? Yeah. Same colors as the walls in her room...can you talk about obession?!?&lt;/span&gt; (Just joking. I'm a sucker for purple and green 'aint to shaith.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though this is pretty much about my life, life outside my expert blogerting is calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;How shaith. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll be talkin with ya'll laters.&lt;/span&gt; (Now i'm a hick! Rock on to all hicks out there! Specially MATER!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We rock. Love us. [:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168044509418327338-8389619841296276709?l=osmartsisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/8389619841296276709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-gosh-when-you-have-sister-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/8389619841296276709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/8389619841296276709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-gosh-when-you-have-sister-like-me.html' title='I&apos;m SOsmart'/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Siig575C8EI/AAAAAAAAABI/z3kAZhn0e0Y/s72-c/2009-05-07+Courtney+Odom,+Paige+Odom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168044509418327338.post-6259047843205087563</id><published>2009-06-04T20:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:38:25.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osmart dirt on the youngone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello my fellow blogert followers. Dis be your most &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;favorite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blogert of all time and eternity. ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to know some of the so called &lt;em&gt;"embarrassing" &lt;/em&gt;moments that happen to my sister and friend of the well known youngone? Well IT.IS.YOUR.LUCKY.DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(this is being posted without her knowledge.. mwuahahaha on my evilness.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343681354180177442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiiR4SzJriI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3UGPjVGOI58/s200/2009-05-28+Courtney+Odom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Um, can you say vaccum fun?? Yes. It's a family game of mine. When we get really bored... we pull out the big guns, or vaccum in this case. And for the sake of not making her feel SO embarrassed I'll even post one of ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343681986539829490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiiSdGhcOPI/AAAAAAAAABA/S4Z7C-xDnfA/s320/2009-05-28+Paige+Odom+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ya baby! That is what I call &lt;em&gt;attraction&lt;/em&gt;. Flippin' hot. You know you want some of that. Yeehaw! Maybe when I'm really home alone I'll add some embarrassing VIDS of youngone. *Coming soon to theaters near you!* FRESH! I'm hilarious. xvlkaefoiivknnkaioujdsfhasklf. It's okay to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We rock. Love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Peace out yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168044509418327338-6259047843205087563?l=osmartsisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/6259047843205087563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/osmart-dirt-on-youngone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/6259047843205087563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/6259047843205087563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/osmart-dirt-on-youngone.html' title='Osmart dirt on the youngone'/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/SiiR4SzJriI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3UGPjVGOI58/s72-c/2009-05-28+Courtney+Odom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168044509418327338.post-1664137223507553118</id><published>2009-06-04T13:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:31:06.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Osmart Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dum-&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Da-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DUM!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome to the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awesome... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amazingly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hilarious... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Blog by the Odom &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough cough* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean Osmart Sisters!!!! &lt;em&gt;That's Me.. and you. Well her. Loser is what I like to call her. (The youngone). &lt;/em&gt;FRESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here's the 411 on our blog: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We basically think we're hilarious and what a better way to express/share our humor and sarcasm and awesomeness than by this here sweet blog? Seriously now. We rock. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig69tdbSYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wHu6V3hCbOQ/s1600-h/2009-03-17+Courtney+Odom,+Paige+Odom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343585789724543362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig69tdbSYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wHu6V3hCbOQ/s320/2009-03-17+Courtney+Odom,+Paige+Odom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Question of the day *from youngone*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By being blogerts, are we officially cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Answer of the day *from ME*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;We're funny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4168044509418327338-1664137223507553118?l=osmartsisters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/feeds/1664137223507553118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/dum-da-da-dum-welcome-to-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/1664137223507553118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168044509418327338/posts/default/1664137223507553118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://osmartsisters.blogspot.com/2009/06/dum-da-da-dum-welcome-to-awesome.html' title='Osmart Start'/><author><name>CoPai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17716381263196778410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig7uXA9gAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ZibosGVN-68/S220/1012072126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sa3uwzPyOoQ/Sig69tdbSYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wHu6V3hCbOQ/s72-c/2009-03-17+Courtney+Odom,+Paige+Odom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
