<?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-590794699600575874</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:11.393-04:00</updated><category term='Funnies'/><category term='Homemaking'/><category term='Personality Quizzes'/><category term='BUT GOD'/><category term='Getting to Know You'/><title type='text'>Renee's Rowdy Rams and One Excellent Ewe</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a blessed mama to 1 ewe and 5 rams
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DO NOT drink a beverage while reading. Have tissue handy because you'll be laughing so hard you're crying. You have been warned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mom2my6pack.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-1115174070589095086?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/1115174070589095086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=1115174070589095086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/1115174070589095086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/1115174070589095086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/08/yall-have-got-to-check-out-this-blog.html' title='Y&apos;ALL HAVE GOT TO CHECK OUT THIS BLOG!!!'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-6998221281633225692</id><published>2007-07-14T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:57:31.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Who doesn't appreciate fine literary allusions???</title><content type='html'>I got this off Jen Ig's blog. I couldn't link to the exact post so I copied and pasted it here. I guess one of her freinds sent it to her via e-mail. You may have already seen it but I laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call this warped literary genious:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-6998221281633225692?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/6998221281633225692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=6998221281633225692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/6998221281633225692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/6998221281633225692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-doesnt-appreciate-fine-literary.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t appreciate fine literary allusions???'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-8277657801212870464</id><published>2007-07-14T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T09:16:23.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanga - Weblog Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=603930482"&gt;Xanga - Weblog Entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-8277657801212870464?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.xanga.com/private/editorx.aspx?uid=603930482' title='Xanga - Weblog Entry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/8277657801212870464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=8277657801212870464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/8277657801212870464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/8277657801212870464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/07/xanga-weblog-entry.html' title='Xanga - Weblog Entry'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-1885174714261983262</id><published>2007-07-06T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:55:33.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getting to Know You'/><title type='text'>Which One?</title><content type='html'>Stephanie over at musings-of-a-mountain-mama@blogspot.com/ had this posted. I think it's a fun way to "get to know" someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which One? &lt;br /&gt;Lace or Ribbon? Lace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain or Beach? Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading or Writing? Reading&lt;br /&gt;Cookie or Cake? Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked or Mashed Potato? Both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side or Back? Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp or Steak? Steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled or Fried? Both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange or Apple? Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring or Fall? Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller Skating or Bowling? Roller Skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD or Theater movies? DVD  I can't be quiet and keep my opinions to myself in a theater lol. Besides, it's hard for me to just sit and watch something. Gotta keep my hands busy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wood or Glass? Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue or Green? neither, I like purple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla? hmmmm anyone care to take a guess?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilt or Knit? knit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Morning or Late Night? Both lol. When I worked I really liked the midnight shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea? Coffee first thing in the morning. Iced herbal tea after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon or Strawberry? Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch or Dinner? Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Cereal or Oatmeal? Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song or Dance? Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpet or Hardwood Floor? Hardwood Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red or Pink? Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat or Dog? Definately a dog. Cats annoy me-yet all cats seem to love me-probably just because they KNOW they annoy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretzels or Chips? Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced Tea or Lemonade? Tea if it's herbal. I don't care for Lipton. I like lemonade too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-Fiction or Fiction? Non-Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose or Daisy? Daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise or Sunset? Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comb or Brush? Brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pottery or Basket? Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracelet or Necklace? Necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen or Pencil? Pencil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couch or Chair? Couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country or Victorian? Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farm or Ranch? Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braid or Ponytail? Braid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash or Check? Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Bar or Jelly Bean? Chocolate Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi? Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Dog or Cheeseburger? Cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinds or Curtains? Blinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress or Pants? Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun or Moon? Moon&lt;br /&gt;Adventure or Comedy? Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud or Star? Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake or River? River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Full or Half Empty? Half Full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truck or Car? A nice big 12 passenger van &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath or Shower? I prefer a bath but usually only have time for a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothesline or Clothes Dryer? Clothesline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New or Second Hand? Second Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gum or Lifesaver? Gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email or Handwritten? Email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July or October? October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot or Shoes? Barefoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-1885174714261983262?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/1885174714261983262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=1885174714261983262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/1885174714261983262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/1885174714261983262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/07/which-one_06.html' title='Which One?'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-1340131933793288514</id><published>2007-06-23T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:42:27.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Mom's Theme Song</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlY8STkhopc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-1340131933793288514?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/1340131933793288514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=1340131933793288514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/1340131933793288514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/1340131933793288514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/06/every-moms-theme-song.html' title='Every Mom&apos;s Theme Song'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-3623269610865214289</id><published>2007-06-22T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:54:17.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I A Feminist???  lolololol</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 12% Feminist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/feminist-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely not a feminist. In fact, you are every feminist's worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that women belong in the kitchen.... barefoot and pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/"&gt;Are You a Feminist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-3623269610865214289?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/3623269610865214289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=3623269610865214289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/3623269610865214289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/3623269610865214289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/06/am-i-feminist-lolololol.html' title='Am I A Feminist???  lolololol'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-152459149029959719</id><published>2007-06-22T07:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:47:32.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What European City Do I Belong In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/paris.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whateuropeancitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What European City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-152459149029959719?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/152459149029959719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=152459149029959719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/152459149029959719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/152459149029959719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-european-city-do-i-belong-in.html' title='What European City Do I Belong In?'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-7766495674454699550</id><published>2007-03-30T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:54:47.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Quizzes'/><title type='text'>How's Your Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Vocabulary Score: B+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/vocab.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a zealous love for the English language, and many find your vocabulary edifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret that you didn't get every word right, your vocabulary can be easily ameliorated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/"&gt;How's Your Vocabulary?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm I really thought I did better than that. There was only one word I wasn't sure of. Wish I could see which ones I missed :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-7766495674454699550?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/7766495674454699550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=7766495674454699550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/7766495674454699550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/7766495674454699550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/03/hows-your-vocabulary.html' title='How&apos;s Your Vocabulary'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-4926407668322283621</id><published>2007-03-30T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T07:45:31.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personality Quizzes'/><title type='text'>What Kind of Sesame Street Character Am I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep....that pretty much describes me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-4926407668322283621?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/4926407668322283621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=4926407668322283621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/4926407668322283621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/4926407668322283621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-kind-of-sesame-street-character-am.html' title='What Kind of Sesame Street Character Am I??'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-5561847829784881361</id><published>2007-03-29T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:21:13.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BUT GOD'/><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Over at Eleven Oreos blog( &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/OreoSouza/144024/"&gt;http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/OreoSouza/144024/&lt;/a&gt;) Shurleen had an excellent post about dancing with God. One of my signature lines has been "I'm learning to praise God in the storm and dance in the rain." So I've been thinking about my dance with God. God has been my sole dance partner for the last five years. It has often been a difficult dance. I'm a strong-willed control freak which means that I like to lead...I want to pick the music, the clothes and what dance we're going to do. BUT GOD. He is such a patient instructor. When I try to lead He gently but firmly holds me closer and takes the lead. I've had my toes stepped on many times. Certainly not because of His ineptness but because of my many missteps. There have been times I've stomped off the dance floor in a huff. Times I couldn't  even hear the music because the world was blaring in my ears. Times I thought HE had left the floor because my eyes were too blind to see. BUT GOD. Always there. Patiently waiting for me. Always ready to try again. And what is our style of music??? Well I'd love it to be an elegant waltz, smoothly twirling around the floor, flowing freely. But I'm afraid I'm more of a tango kind of gal...intense, passionate with abrupt starts and stops, spins and dips and a bright red dress. So even though my feet are often bruised and swollen, I passionately love my God. And you know what? I've found that He doesn't mind a tango with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-5561847829784881361?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/5561847829784881361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=5561847829784881361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/5561847829784881361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/5561847829784881361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2007/03/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-4239776492271019996</id><published>2006-12-26T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T07:09:20.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a Wonderful Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Truly we did.  Except for the curse of the stomach bug. :(  Allie got sick Friday. No one got sick Saturday so I was hoping it was just something didn't agree with her. Sunday at mom and dad's I had a headache and that tight feeling you get in your stomach.  Went home, took a bath and laid on the couch watching the original Cheaper By The Dozen and Belles On Their Toes(thanks mom!!!). One of the children informed me that Malachi was throwing up...clear across the bedroom carpet, the hallway and into the bathroom. Yuck!  That sweet little boy has never thrown up before so he didn't really know what was going on.  He said "mama my mouth is pooping" I had to laugh at that one :)  Later on I got sick. Felt better yesterday morning but not like eating much which was good for the diet!  So three of us down and four to go. Although I won't complain if it skips everyone else but I'm not holding my breath!  This reminds me of a few years ago when I was picking the boys up from their dad's on Christmas.  He didn't tell me they were sick(thanks!).  I had two of them throw up in the car on the way home :(  I'd really NOT like to make this a Christmas tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to figure out what to do with all the toys. See we live in a two bedroom apartment. It's quite spacious but not spacious enough for a race car track, train track and complete farm set with all the accessories. The farm  was put up in the kitchen, taking over my whole floor lol.  The train track would probably fit on the dining room table but then where would we eat?  ahh the dilemma.  I think everyone was pleased with what they got. I know I sure was!!  I got a digital camera.  Now as soon as I get a battery charger I'll get some pics and post them so I can show off my gorgeous kiddos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry is already started today.  I need to give the  bathroom a good bleaching and get some dishes done before the littlies get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-4239776492271019996?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/4239776492271019996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=4239776492271019996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/4239776492271019996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/4239776492271019996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2006/12/had-wonderful-merry-christmas.html' title='Had a Wonderful Merry Christmas'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-8988300392068711926</id><published>2006-12-01T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:41:53.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Windy Outside</title><content type='html'>When I went to work this morning(2am) it was pouring down rain and about 37 degrees. A little after 8 it had dropped to 34 and started snowing! It's dropped to 29 now, stopped snowing, but the wind sure is blowing! Malachi saw the snow and got out his new snow boots :) He's been dying to wear them. I told him it was too windy to play outside but we did have a few errands to run so he got to wear them.  My local senior center was having a $2 bag sale. I decided that since I had to get out anyway, we'd stop there.  For $4 I got a long black wool winter coat, two dresses, 2 pairs of bibs and a pair of jeans :D It was mostly "old lady" polyester clothes lol. Then we filled up the gas tank, only $47 instead of the $50 I was planning. Hey I'll take savings anywhere I can! Stopped at the store, had to get coffee and flavored creamer, gotta have priorities you know :)  Well I need to go. The fridge needs cleaned out, bathroom needs cleaned and I think it looks like a good day to bake cookies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-8988300392068711926?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/8988300392068711926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=8988300392068711926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/8988300392068711926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/8988300392068711926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-its-windy-outside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Windy Outside'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-4061282125047810908</id><published>2006-11-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:44:04.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>Goals for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been quite slothful this week :( I thought it would help if I list my goals for the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wash sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dust and sweep bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clean appliances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clean countertops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get water from Mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take bags and paper towels to Miss Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Drop off video and books at the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make cold and flu herbal remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make herbal tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Label videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clean cd's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cold and Flu Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;peel and dice 2 onions and 1 garlic bulb(not clove, the whole bulb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;handful of jalapenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3" piece of ginger chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pack into a mason jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cover with Bragg's apple cider vinegar(you want vinegar with the "mother" in it. Not the stuff you buy at the store. This can be found in a health food store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cover jar with plastic and put on canning lid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sit for 6 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Strain through cheese cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bottle the vinegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you feel a cold/flu coming on take 1 tablespoon every hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-4061282125047810908?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/4061282125047810908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=4061282125047810908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/4061282125047810908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/4061282125047810908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2006/11/goals-for-today.html' title='Goals for Today'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-590794699600575874.post-3308803617448735514</id><published>2006-10-31T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:42:39.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a new blog</title><content type='html'>I decided to try blogger.  I find homeschool blogger frustrating so I'm going to try this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/590794699600575874-3308803617448735514?l=6littlelambs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/feeds/3308803617448735514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=590794699600575874&amp;postID=3308803617448735514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/3308803617448735514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/590794699600575874/posts/default/3308803617448735514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6littlelambs.blogspot.com/2006/10/starting-new-blog.html' title='Starting a new blog'/><author><name>6littlelambs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03451205935068975048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k296/renee0201/volleyball-andmom017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
