<?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-13337489</id><updated>2011-07-13T17:17:18.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-115231950844541196</id><published>2006-07-07T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:55:49.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/bwethy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/bwethy5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/bethy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/bethy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/trev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/trev.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/boating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/boating.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot on my mind, due to this, I havent' been blogging at all.. Sorry for any inconvience to any regular readers.. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;Included are some RANDOM pics, that are all recent in case yall forgot what I looked like, haha.  The pic of the two air force guys smoking some cubans, the one on the right is my hunny!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been soo long since I've updated, I dont even know where to start. &lt;br /&gt;What's new? You might ask..&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend Trevor is in Iraq... This has been extremely hard for me lately.. I miss him so much, and on top of it all, I'm always worried.. I know he's going to be fine..I just know it.. But, on the other hand he is in a war, and things could happen.. I get an email from him almost every day, and a phone call maybe twice a week, which is good... don't get me wrong, but just not enough.. I'm used to being with him literally 24/7, and now that our contact is limited and beyond my control puts some damper on things.. I love him to death, but sometimes it's hard to be strong.. I have my good days, and my bad ones... but the bad seem to definatly outweight the good.. If Im not talking about him, and thinking about him, if I finally stop one of those two things, I hear a song that reminds me of him or I'll see his friends. Something always reminds me of him. It sucks.. &lt;br /&gt;People keep telling me to stop whinning and be greatful that he's not gone as long as most soldiers are deployed for.. Which I am.. Im also extremely proud of what he's doing, and I look up to him for being so brave. But it's hard. &lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of the street, when he gets home, were moving in together! I'm excited about that... And with him being gone.. I've been working out a lot, and am trying to be more healthy.. Because I want him to come home, and look at me and say "Wow, this is my girlfriend,and shes soo hot". lol. No, I just know he's going to be loosing a little weight, and toning himself, so why not do the same.. So we'll see what happens..&lt;br /&gt;In other news... My sister Kristin ( Kiki) deleted her blog.. When I asked why she just responded with "I just felt like it".. So, sorry to anyone who's a fan..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working at Kellys bar, I work pretty much full time still.. It's fun, and good money, so Im not complaining.. Theres some fun pics on the website where I work.  Kellysbarosh.com to check it out.. just click on pictures, then the recent files...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go get ready for work now, so I hope everyones having a great summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-115231950844541196?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/115231950844541196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=115231950844541196' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/115231950844541196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/115231950844541196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/07/news.html' title='News...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-114557193328468136</id><published>2006-04-20T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:25:33.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/bethy%20swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/bethy%20swimsuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the bathing suit I recently purchased from Victoria Secret.... HOT EH??? &lt;br /&gt;I do believe so. I tryed it on today, and it fits, but, I should probably start running a good month or so before the big reveal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I love summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-114557193328468136?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114557193328468136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=114557193328468136' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/114557193328468136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/114557193328468136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-time.html' title='Summer time..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-114201760683777816</id><published>2006-03-10T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:06:46.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Nuns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven't talked much about my love life on my blog at all. Except the bad that has happened a long time ago and is 100% not relevent as of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My boyfriends name is Trevor William Bolen...( Ya like that nunny??) A.K.A Nunny,Nunner,Nun, Nunneratchee Nunsicle, Who-dee,  Gwass, Gwassy, Gwapeye, Gwapapotemous etc. (Probably way more that I cant think of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway... I love and care about Trevor soo much. We've had our up's and downs in the past but things have been going extremely well the past few months.   He is honestly everything I've ever asked for in a guy:  He's caring, honest, compassionate, funny, smart, fun, umm HOTT, he always does so much for me. I appreciate his patience with me when I can act a little outta hand when Im drunk or just my complete stubborness  when we fight. He's always there for me no matter what the circumstance and he seriously makes me so happy. I just wanted to let everyone out there to  know how I feel about him and that I am 100% taken and so in LOVE:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so much Trevor,  your my world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Always and very many Giggidys to come, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bethy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-114201760683777816?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114201760683777816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=114201760683777816' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/114201760683777816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/114201760683777816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/03/ode-to-nuns.html' title='Ode to the Nuns...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-114056399470073170</id><published>2006-02-21T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:19:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello everyone. I don't know about you all.. but Bethys a little tired..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today is my one day off from work, and Im soooo looking forward to just laying around and being lazy. Its actually quite humorous... my roommate Courtney called me today to see if I would work for her ( begging is more like what she sounded).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She was soooooooo sick and needed to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is funny to me because I pretty much don't care at all if someone's dying.. Tuesday is my day off. So I told her Capitol N. Capitol O. And the fact I've asked her to work for me several times and shes always pulled the negative on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope she feels better.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muah aha ah ah ahhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Im at my sisters right now ( Kiki) and shes not even here yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorta sounds lame, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I stalk her, and hide in her room until she gets home. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;No, but I think her computer is messed up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;KRISTIN YOUR computer IS MESSED UP....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like every 5 mins, boob pop-ups come up, and it sorta scares me. Because sometimes there not pretty boobies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*I've decided Im not doing the polar plunge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ha... I even wrote a whole post about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dont know, its been really cold here in Oshvegas and frankly, I just dont want to jump into a lake. Also the fact that you have to get donations and I haven't been asking anyone, because Im so busy. Lazy is more like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The annual Kelly's Beach Party is next Weekend, and Im def. not looking forward to it at all.. This is the time of year when Corey ( whom Im mad at) pours sand down on the ground and decorates the bar in a tropical theme, us bartenders wear bikini tops and usually skirts ( this is what Im mad at), and skanky girls enter the bikini contests to try and win tickets to vegas, and eventually show their boobies and yeah, thats pretty much how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last year this formal employee hoebag Dezirey ( I mean extremely nice person minus the fact she knowingly tryed getting on my boyfriend at the time-stupid bitch) decided to get all the way naked during the dance off.. I dont know if this is some type of a slut super power she pulled, or, if her whorish stripper instincts took over her nasty, skanky, dirty, drunken mind. But anyway, it was disgusting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY WHOLE POINT IS... IM not looking forward to the beach party because of the bikini wearing part.. Im not feeling soo confident about my body at this time.. Probably due to the fact I never work out anymore, and Ive been eating sorta bad lately.. Okay, really bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe I'll just not eat for the days before, and work out that week... do you think it would do anything? lol.. Owell I'll be okay, we'll make bank showing our boobies... and quite frankly I have some nice ta ta's... Kee kee kee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to do my taxes... problem being... I dont know how?? TIMMMMMMMMMMMY?????????????????????????? You said you were going to help me, well where are you?? And wheres my phone battery? -long story-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cant wait for summer!!! Im seriously aching for it to be warm, and to lay out in the sun, and go boating, and drink beyond what my body can accept.... and Country U.S.A. and.. boating... and getting skinnier because I'll be half naked everyday in my swim-suit ( thats what happens to me... I gain a few pounds in the winter, and loose it in the summer-I think everyone does).. did I say boating??? Wasnt sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ATTENTION COREY--- You better take me out on your boat like everytime you go out, otherwise I will capture Cooper and hold him hostage, then take your mother Dorthy out for a nice seafood dinner, and NEVER call her agaaaaagin! ( Ancorman quote if ya dont know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This post is sorta random, but I've been told my mind is like that... random..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to get another tattoo!!!! I dont know where, or what of.. but something great! Any suggestions??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I LOVE TREVOR.!~ Giggidy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im thinking of making another top 100 things about me list... because lately I've been writing some down and thinking of more... That should be interesting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG KRISTIN, where are you?? Im still here all alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe I'll go play with Romeo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH YEAH.. Im pretty much declared a genius, Im doing well in school and got a 100% on my 1st paper for Psychology. Maybe I should go to school to be a surgeon. Could you trust me with a scapel, and your life?????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway.. sorry if this post is a little weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-114056399470073170?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/114056399470073170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=114056399470073170' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/114056399470073170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/114056399470073170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/02/scattered-thoughts.html' title='Scattered Thoughts...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113959234458404942</id><published>2006-02-10T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T09:25:44.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Plunge...</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I've decided to be a complete idiot and jump into Lake Winnebago on the 22nd of Feb. to support mentally retarded people I think... haha.. maybe its the special olympics, or maybe I should find out what Im trying to support? Wow..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I get to work the other day, and see all these pamplets on the "Polar Plunge"... I immediately say "Im in"... Come to find out my fellow co-workers, Tim, April, and Leah are all in, so I joined the team. There are also three other girls jumping with us... I was kinda hoping to jump off a bridge or something high, but a chunk of ice will do... Im just afraid I wont be able to get back up and out of the water...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we also need to come up with a team name... Any ideas?? Its about 6 girls and a guy.. and did I mention were all pretty hot? haha, jk... SO THINK OF SOME NAMES!!&lt;br /&gt;If I can raise at least 65$ I will get a sweatshirt! Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I think this is going to be completely idiotic, but Im doing it for the the chance to say I did it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, update news: I am a complete alcoholic... Kiki, I feel your pain, I cant stop drinking.. and If I dont drink that day, I plot how/when I will.. and constantly crave the taste of beer...&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholism, or college years? You decide ladies and gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace love and birds...&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113959234458404942?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113959234458404942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113959234458404942' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113959234458404942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113959234458404942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/02/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking the Plunge...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113821322741713913</id><published>2006-01-25T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:20:28.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I feel like I seriously never blog anymore. I apologize big time. Im at school right now, just got done eating some lunch, and Im a little creeped out. For some reason today in the cafeteria there like blaring rap/hip hop music. Haha. I mean I love the music, dont get me wrong but, it just caught me off guard. Right now Im listening to "Grillz" by Nelly. ha. Kristin, call me George Foreman cuz Im selling everybody grillz. Oh and get this, as I was waiting in line to pay for my food, I dropped my full tray of ketchup, mayo, a cheeseburger, fries, and a mountain dew without a lip onto the ground in front of everyone!! Thing is: I wasnt even embarrassed. I just started laughing for some reason.. the only part that wasnt funny was the fact my precious pink fuzzy slippers are now covered in ketchup! Ew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school is going quite well. I had my first exam in Econ yesterday, and to my suprise it was super easy. I worked myself up big time to thinking it was going to be super hard, and it wasnt!! I got my grade back today, and I got a 98%!! Im soo smart. What can I say??&lt;br /&gt;What else is new.......... I work pretty much everyday... but I gottta make that monnnney maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to convince someone as stupid as myself to come take a vacation to Laguna Beach with me.. I looked it up: if I stay at the best hotel in Laguna for a week, ( all inclusive food and drinks) rent a Land Rover, and fly first class out of Appleton, WI... The total damage is : 1, 600$. Not including the money I would spend shopping, getting manicures/pedicures etc. I know I could lower this whole trip by staying in a Days in, flying coach, and renting a 97 Ford Tauras, but you gotta do it big if you go to Laguna, I mean come on... Now I just need a credit card with a limit of at least 3,000, and find someone as nieve as myself to do the same, then Laguna here I come!!!!!!!!!!  Timmortal? You love Laguna, remember??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo.. I gtg to my Contemporary American Society class, where I will sit there and laugh histarically at my goofy teacher as he calls us "class" 50 times during the grueling 50 mins of class. ( IM NOT KIDDENING) he constantly says, Well class, what do you think about this class??  well classs? I mean this is a big issue... bla bla bla...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. peace love and birds.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.... sorry if this post is scattered, and has a lot of spelling errors, I tryed to type way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113821322741713913?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113821322741713913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113821322741713913' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113821322741713913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113821322741713913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/01/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113701282337250962</id><published>2006-01-11T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:54:44.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You naughty school girl you!!!</title><content type='html'>It's official. Im a student! Today was my second day, and I have been exposed to all of my classes. Econ has pretty much been a bore, like I assumed. My teacher is a nice guy, but talks monotone big time! My Contemporary American Society class seems like it will be interesting. My teacher is a nut!! He told us we wont be using the book, and that our grade will mainly come from group work, debates ( which could get interesting) current events, participation, and like one paper. Oh yeah, and NO TESTS! I think I love this class already.. I love weird/crazy teachers, it makes it far more interesting than monotone bore you to death types.&lt;br /&gt;My written comm. class is going to be easy I think. Boring, but easy. I like to write so I think I'll be okay. The teacher seems alright.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have my psychology class. That is probably going to be my fav. Its online though. I think since I registered for my classes at the last minute, literally, all the class classes were gone. So, I had to settle for the online course. Which I work at my own pace, etc. So maybe it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Monday through Friday I will be getting my learn on..&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't decided on a major, just taking the basics now. Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so today I had an hour to spare before my next class and I decided to test out the cafeteria food. To my surprise the cheeseburger and fries were quite delicious!! So I went and sat all by myself in a booth and read my Psychology book. I have yet to make a friend. Honestly I don't really want to. Yeah Id be nice to sit with someone at lunch every now and then, but being by myself makes me more motivated to get things done. Needless to say, I felt sorta like a loser. So I called my dad and talked to him for awhile! ha! Did I prove my point on being a loser?&lt;br /&gt;Owell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how balancing school full time, work full time and still having time to maintain a social life works out for me. I will be very busy. I apologize on my lack of blogging now.. but I will try!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone... hope everyone's doing GREATTTTTTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113701282337250962?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113701282337250962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113701282337250962' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113701282337250962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113701282337250962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-naughty-school-girl-you.html' title='You naughty school girl you!!!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113538220739637222</id><published>2005-12-23T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:56:47.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Finally</title><content type='html'>Im finally starting school at the Tech college here in Oshkosh. I go to orientation on the 4th, and to register for my classes that same day. Im excited and nervous all in one. The point of me starting at the tech is because I want to get really good grades, go for one semister there, then transfer to UWO. Why not just start at the unniversity you might ask? Because being the idiot that I am, I never took my ACT's. The college I was planning on attending before moving to WI, didnt need ACT's. So why bother? I was talking to a friend and they told me if I make really good grades at the tech, the unniversity will accept me having no scores, and just having good grades being at the tech. So thats the plan. I havent declared a major because I honestly have no idea what I want to do anymore... I love kids, I can type good, I love working with people, and something to do with buisness strikes me curious... so WHO KNOWS... I can't do much with math or science, so thats outta the picture.. ANY IDEAS????&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I've been thinking....&lt;br /&gt;Once I do get to the Unniversity (hoping I do well enough to transfer) I was thinking of joining a sorority. I'm friends with a lot of the girls in Zeta. And they said they'd be able to get me in, if I really wanted. I've heard a lot of positive and negative opinions about the whole shin-dig..&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to do it when I was younger, so its nothing new me talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at it for a way to make friendships, and have fun. Thats all. I just think it would be fun to be in one.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that its pretty much like being in highschool again. Lots of girls talk shit and there are bound to be girls you dont like. Thats a given, I mean if you throw 50 girls of different backrounds, opinions, beliefs, etc. personalitys Im sure would clash. It would almost be like the real world in a way.. because you have to be able to work together with these girls. I think that if your able to do that, it would benifit you in the long run of working with different people, and friendships could become of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear opinions about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113538220739637222?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113538220739637222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113538220739637222' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113538220739637222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113538220739637222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/12/college-finally.html' title='College Finally'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113484818670963913</id><published>2005-12-17T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:39:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season to be Jolly...</title><content type='html'>I absoultely LOVE this time of year!! I love snow, its just so pretty.. I have yet to accomplish these holiday practices like I plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bake some sort of Christmas cookie without burning them or messing them up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go Sledding.&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a snowangel/snowman&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy anyone a Christmas present. ( Honestly I need to get on that a.s.a.p.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Roast Chestnuts under an open fire. ( Ha, j/k just like the song)&lt;br /&gt;6. Create some type of dinner including ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first Christmas without being at home, which sorta makes me sad. Not gunna lie.&lt;br /&gt;I am already as we speak missing my mom's side of the family/ and g-ma Janets Christmas family get togethers this weekend, due to the fact I could not get off of work. So as they are opening up presents, eating ham among other GREAT GREAT foods, Beth will be stuck in a dark, smokey bar, serving nasty-minded drunk guys, and rude un-tipping females all weekend long. Okay, not all my customers are like that, but sometimes I feel this way.. just a little exageration. No, the reason I couldn't get out of work is because this weekend is graduation for the unniversity here, which in return means, VERY VERY busy nights. Which equals out to LOTS AND LOTS OF MOO-LA for Bethy! Yay!! Which I suppose works out, since I need to go Christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel too bad for me ladies and gentlemen, I do get to spend my Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at my dads in Chicago, so it wont be too bad.. Im just hoping I get the presents I want... Please dont dissapoint me daddy! :)&lt;br /&gt;My list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;2. A pink Ipod Mini&lt;br /&gt;3. Lots of Earrings&lt;br /&gt;4. Other types of Jewelery&lt;br /&gt;6. Bath stuff&lt;br /&gt;7. A fuzzy Bath robe from Victoria Secret&lt;br /&gt;8. Gift Certificates to places such as: Hollister, Target, Walmart( groceries! Hells yeah!), movie theatures, etc.&lt;br /&gt;9. Money$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im sure Im forgetting more, but thats all I can think of off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its time for me to leave now, hope everyone is excited about Christmas as I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a shirt my sister owns once said............... TIS THE SEASON TO GET NAUGHTY.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113484818670963913?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113484818670963913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113484818670963913' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113484818670963913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113484818670963913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='Tis the Season to be Jolly...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113437655636397146</id><published>2005-12-12T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:35:56.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>Me and Trevor had lunch together the other day.. I really enjoyed his company and realized how much I missed being around him. Before I left his house I started crying. Crying because I thought he was what I needed the most, and crying for hurting him and breaking things off without trying to make things better. I drove home. I was two mins. shy of calling him and letting him know how I wanted to make things better. My phone rings.. its my friend Cassie. She tells me she needs to talk to me, and says its important. She comes over to my house and informs me of some rather interesting information. To make the story short she told me that for the past month and a half Trevor has been seeing this girl named Sarah. Sarah and him have had "relations" together before I was ever in the picture. Supposevely they have been fooling around and Trevor has used my car to pick her up while Im at work. This hurts in so many different ways to describe. The last month and a half we were fine. We were probably the best we've ever been. I dont understand. His argument is that it never happened and shes making it all up.. What?? I mean this girl isnt out to get me, she doesnt even know me. Why would she outta the blue tell one of her best friends(Cassie) this and be lying to cause trouble. It doesnt add up. I want to believe Trevor so bad but his story doesnt back up anything.. How can you drop me off at work go see another girl then come get me and act like things are okay.. If I were cheating I would feel so guilty and act funny.. I sensed no sign of guiltyness in his eyes ever. I have truly been played for a fool.. This seems to be a routine in my relationships.. I dont get it. I think Im a good girlfriend. So why does every guy I begin to care about make me feel worthless?&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113437655636397146?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113437655636397146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113437655636397146' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113437655636397146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113437655636397146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/12/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113406310443789538</id><published>2005-12-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:32:40.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what really grinds my gears...</title><content type='html'>If you don't know that saying.. you need to watch Family Guy more often. It's pretty much the best t.v. show ever!&lt;br /&gt;No but really... what really grinds my gears is when someones dancing out on the dance floor and there making a really stupid face while dancing.. I hate that... Why can't you just dance without some goofy looking expression as well? Some people look like there honestly retarded, some bite their bottom lip, and others just look stupid in their own little way.. It bugs the shit outta me. When Im dancing I just look cute.. and theres no doubting that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113406310443789538?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113406310443789538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113406310443789538' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113406310443789538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113406310443789538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-know-what-really-grinds-my-gears.html' title='You know what really grinds my gears...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113399000764066303</id><published>2005-12-07T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:13:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Life again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Me and Trevor broke up. I'm not really as  sad as I thought I'd be. Call me a bitch if you'd like.. I dont mind.  I mean don't get me wrong we had a lot of fun together and he means a lot to me.  I know Im going to miss him, and eventually I might feel sad/lonely. We'll see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;The reasoning for this breakup is like follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I NEED MY SPACE!! I feel like whenever I'm not working me and him are together. He is always either in my bed, or Im in his... Some nights I just want to go home and go to sleep alone. Don't get me wrong I love cuddling, but theres nights where Id rather cuddle my comforter and kitten instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I feel like I don't have any bit of a social life and Im neglecting certain things in my life, in particualar friends. He has definatly neglected his friends as well.  I need some time to be by myself and my friends and just figure out what I want. Maybe we'll get back together.. who knows.. but for now.. IM SINGLE, and for me thats just fine and dandy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I still have my little Boo Boo to cuddle at night, and for those reallllllllllly lonely nights.. I have my little friend "The Rabbit". Oh yea.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Maybe I'll regret all of this... I guess we'll have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113399000764066303?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113399000764066303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113399000764066303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113399000764066303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113399000764066303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/12/single-life-again.html' title='Single Life again...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113355127932786039</id><published>2005-12-02T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T13:46:39.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissy Kissy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/1600/aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2186/1168/320/aw.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It appears that lately almost everytime little ol Bethy gets hammered she tends to make out with girls. Last night for instance.. theres this girl named Katrina who works at the bar we went to. I was sorta jealous of her due to the fact she used to somewhat date my now boyfriend Trevor. Oh yea, and she is super cute, and has Angelina Jolie lips. We were getting along fine, then outta pretty much nowwhere I was making out with her. I was sitting on the bar and she was leaning over. The memories of this are very fuzzy, but my boyfriend apparently had front row tickets to this show. I think it happened more than once, not sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Earlier on that night, before I was loaded, " my girlfriend" walked in the bar... She is the girl I made out with last week. Everyone shes friends with calls me her girlfriend and everyone Im around says the same.. Its a little weird though, because I seem to run into her pretty much everywhere I go. So at times this can be ackward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The same night I made out with "my girlfriend" I also made out with my best friend Megan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And these are girls in the past week and a half... these arent all the girls Ive ever made out with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHATS WRONG WITH ME PEOPLE? Maybe its because I like attention? Maybe women are more appealing in a sense when Im crunk. Who knows? Is this a problem? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113355127932786039?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113355127932786039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113355127932786039' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113355127932786039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113355127932786039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/12/kissy-kissy.html' title='Kissy Kissy...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113313390658737204</id><published>2005-11-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:25:06.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Boom Blatty</title><content type='html'>Well it's safe to say that I honestly think I might explode and all that will come from this explotion is... Turkey, Mashed Potatoes, Cheesy Potatoes, green bean cassorole, rolls, cookies, pie, cookies, did I mention cookies? I honestly think I ate way too much food this weekend at my parents... I almost am convinced that they plot to try and fatten me up when I come to visit. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Overall the weekend of Thanksgiving was good. Me and Trevor came on Thursday around 2:00ish.. We stayed the night Thursday, and Friday night. It mainly consisted of Thanksgiving dinner, Kristin abandining me, watching tv movies, eating, watching more tv, playing with my dog Jesse, ( which by the way he won second in the milkbone contest winning a years supply of milkbones) eating, laying around, eating, and I went and saw "Just Friends" at the theature Friday night with my hunny, then we went to this icecream place called Ober-Weis.. or something like that... To my suprise it was quite delicious. My dad got my oil changed and bought me some new tires, ( which I greatly appreciate) and the next day we were on our way home back to Oshkosh.&lt;br /&gt; I really think my dad liked Trevor. I knew he would've. Trevor is really smart along with my dad, and they talked about military things, haha, government, sports, traveling, god knows that else, b/c when they were talking about certain things it was like hearing German or some other foreign language. I also caught them laughing histarically with one another, so yeah its safe to say hes in the running in becoming dads fav. boyfriend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I feel extremly obese but hey what are the holidays for? I think eating way too much, relaxing, and being as lazy as possible..  and I def. covered them all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone elses Turkey Days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113313390658737204?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113313390658737204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113313390658737204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113313390658737204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113313390658737204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/11/fatty-boom-blatty.html' title='Fatty Boom Blatty'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113270836303819629</id><published>2005-11-22T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:12:43.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved out... well sorta..</title><content type='html'>The reasoning for my lack of posting is due to the fact I havent been at my house for the past month pretty much. I've been staying with one of my best friends Megan. Why you ask? I really don't know. It was just fun living with  one of my friends... Without a boy... plus we wear eachothers clothes so it worked out. And of course Boo Boo came along for the stay. I think she really liked it there... but anyway... I moved all my stuff back into my house, and am here to stay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;        Not alot has really gone on with me lately. Working alot, hanging out with friends, my boyfriend, drinking. Thanksgiving is coming up which Im super excited about b/c I'll get to see my dads new house in Chicago, and spending time with my dad is one of the main things I miss about not living at home... Oh yea, and Trevor ( my boyfriend) is coming to meet my dad for the first time.. I know my dad will like him. Hes very smart, and has a lot going for him, and they even have some things in common. So Im sure he'll be fine.  I still am nervous though. But my daddy-o is buying me all new tires for winter, so that'll be nice, considering my tires now are seriously shit, and everytime I drive my car I feel like they're either going to fall off or go flat. haha. So thats no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much to talk about... sooooo HOW IN THE HELL HAS EVERYONE ELSE BEEN?!?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113270836303819629?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113270836303819629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113270836303819629' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113270836303819629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113270836303819629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/11/moved-out-well-sorta.html' title='Moved out... well sorta..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-113027656857696148</id><published>2005-10-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:42:48.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Kiki</title><content type='html'>Man do I hate these things.. Thanks a lot sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bethany&lt;br /&gt;2. Bethy&lt;br /&gt;3. B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scottish&lt;br /&gt;2. English&lt;br /&gt;3. Native American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. midgets&lt;br /&gt;2. fires&lt;br /&gt;3. sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. makeup&lt;br /&gt;2. body spray&lt;br /&gt;3. my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dirty socks&lt;br /&gt;2. white tank&lt;br /&gt;3. my hair up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your fav. musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;2. Usher&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Fav. Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maroon Five--She Will Be Loved&lt;br /&gt;2. Coldplay--Clocks&lt;br /&gt;3. Guns And Roses-- November Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fun&lt;br /&gt;2.Honesty&lt;br /&gt;3. Lots of good sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've never been stung by a bee.&lt;br /&gt;2. I eat way too much junk food.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Physical things that appeal to you about the oppisite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Smile&lt;br /&gt;3. Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your fav. hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing with my Kitty&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinking/partying&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching scarey movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy lots of clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. Fart&lt;br /&gt;3. Get Drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Italy&lt;br /&gt;2. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;3. Laguna Beach, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a kid.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sing Kareoke&lt;br /&gt;3. Ride one of those mecanical bull thingees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that you are a stereotypical male/female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVE LAGUNA BEACH&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOVE DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three People I want to do this survey:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jenna&lt;br /&gt;2. Matt Mutz&lt;br /&gt;3. Davin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-113027656857696148?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/113027656857696148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=113027656857696148' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113027656857696148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/113027656857696148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-by-kiki.html' title='Tagged By Kiki'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112948945821512875</id><published>2005-10-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:04:18.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The aftermath..</title><content type='html'>My birthday weekend overall was awesome. My friends drove all this way to see me, and we all had a good time. As far as the party goes.... that was a bit sketchy. Of course I got a little bit tipsy, and pretty much cryed a lot.. But hey!!! I had very good reasons to be upset..&lt;br /&gt;1. A lot of people that promised they'd be at my party for sure never showed up or even called.&lt;br /&gt;2. I dropped my phone in a glass of beer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone decided on stealing my full barrel ( but I ended up getting it back so no biggee now.)&lt;br /&gt;4. The cops came ( Noone got in trouble so once again no biggie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good things however are as follows.. A lot of people ended up showing up.. some even that I thought wouldnt come did..&lt;br /&gt;I got some great presents: including.. money, jewelery, fuzzy pink slippers, an IN jersey, Laguna Beach first season on dvd, a sweet candle, a comfy pillow, a sweet gold purse, Gremlins on dvd, a barrel, clothes, and of course my sweet sweet little Boo Boo.. ( my cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, shes absolutely adorable! The first night I got her she was a little nervous and scared, and pretty much hid everytime anyone came near her. But now shes the biggest sweetheart! She sleeps and cuddles with me everynight.. Shes such a cuddle bug! And she plays fetch! Yes folks its true.... she actually brings me this little white ball with bells inside, and I throw it, she brings it back... simple as that... Its her fav. game! I also taught her yesterday how to use the scratching post. I demenstrated, and she soon followed to mock me. haha. Shes really smart.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news... My landlord is an absolute Dueshbag! I called him to let him know I got a kitten for my birthday and that I was willing to pay the pet deposite for her.&lt;br /&gt;Because hes a coward, he didnt even call me back, he called my roomate to say that there is absouletly no kittens aloud, and that if I dont get rid of her he will evict all three of us.&lt;br /&gt;This is completely and utterly bullshit for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. We already have a cat in the house.. ( What gives him the right to discriminate a cat from a kitten.)&lt;br /&gt;2. He already was aware of the fact I was planning on getting a cat from the beggining, and was cool with that idea.&lt;br /&gt;3. The kitten is potty-trained, and uses a scratching post, meaning its not going to be running around the house pooping, peeing, or tearing shit up.&lt;br /&gt;4. If need be, I would get her declawed.&lt;br /&gt;5. And finally, I would pay the pet deposit.. ( Which I thought meant, if anything were to happen to the house, and or property I would be paying for! Am I right or what? )&lt;br /&gt; But his response to this all was "Well Im trying to sell the house eventually and I dont want certain things to be destroyed!.... LIKE WHAT?? THE DIRTY ASS CARPET THAT WE HAVE THAT IF HE WANTED TO SELL THE HOUSE, HED SURELY NEED TO REPLACE ANYWAY!!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... Im seriously soo upset about this whole ordeal its unbelievable. Once I found out that he wasnt budging/compromising on the whole situation I pretty much bawled my eyes out. ( And yes I was working at the time.)&lt;br /&gt;So I guess , Im keeping her at my house for another week or so, then probably taking her to my sisters to live until shes a little bit older...&lt;br /&gt;OH yea... and when exactly is she aloud back in the house? When does a kitten become a cat? Because MR. DUESHBAG said were aloud cats, just not kittens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone wants to come to Oshkosh, beat the shit out of my landlord for approximately 50$ ( haha thats all I could afford) it would be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.... My sister Kristin and Cody broke up.. I honestly think it would be a good idea for them to take a break, and find what else is out there because they fight more than a married couple for 55 years on crack. No offense K-Dizzle but its true. Cody is not on the same maturity level as her, and I think she needs to be on her own for a bit. She hasnt been single since her freshman year of highschool. Dont you think maybe she should catch some more fish in the sea and explore her options perhaps... owell.. Im sure you'll all hear the whole shin-dig from her soon...&lt;br /&gt;haha, I just said shin-dig..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its time for me to go get ready for work... WHICH IM ALSO SUPER PISSED about working b/c today was supposed to be my only day off, and my stupid stupid friend Cassie got a black eye last night when she was wasted, and cant work, and noone else could for her, so Im the lucky winner who gets to go in today! HORRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as we know it... ( haha Kristin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112948945821512875?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112948945821512875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112948945821512875' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112948945821512875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112948945821512875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/10/aftermath.html' title='The aftermath..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112899249523944343</id><published>2005-10-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:01:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me....</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen:&lt;br /&gt;I have an urgent and horrifying news story.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stop what your doing and listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, candy, and any sort of present will be well appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;If you need my address.. let me know!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... time to go get my drink on... Im having a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112899249523944343?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112899249523944343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112899249523944343' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112899249523944343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112899249523944343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me....'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112869679682567437</id><published>2005-10-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T07:53:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my party and I'll cry if I want to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is the big day.. My birthday party. Yes indeed my friends. Its a fact. I will be partying like a rock star in my home tomorrow night. I have two great friends from IN coming to visit me.. Nick and Jenna from Ft. Wayne.. and my friends Lauren and Tara from Kentucky! Whoodie Who! Im just really hoping it doesnt get busted or any fights break out of any sort. Im sure it wont end up like that...  but I am sorta nervous to how this might turn out. I will be providing beverages and quite possibly an assortment of snacks.. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im excited because I've never actually had a party before and now its finally happening. Cool huh? I will definantly cry if I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah.. UPDATE.. I went to the humane socity yesterday to find out in horrification that I have to wait at least 24 hours to hear an answer on my kitty. I just thought I could walk in there, fill out an ap, take some odd personality test or whatnot, and walk happily out of there with my own little kitty and call it a day.. NOPE. They have to call both of my references, my landlord.. bla bla bla.. BULL CRAP! BULL CRAP I TELL YA!  But I guess thats understandable, I mean Im sure they want to make sure Im a good person to adopt and not some freak thats going to microwave my little friend of conduct experiments. But Im 110% sure Im going to be an excellent mommy! Yay! Oh and as i was looking at my options of feline friends I fell in love with one.. I pretty much ran to the lady to tell her I found one I liked and I pointed him out... then... this little russian girl ( Im assuming shes russian--sorta sounded like it) looks me straight in the eye and says "That ones mine" and she didnt say it politely in any means. Ive never ever in my life wanted to tackle and beat the crap out of a little girl before.. until that moment. I was ready to let my feline instincts go and pounce her. I quickly got over it and ended up picking another equally adorable kitten from the same litter. Shes a little bigger than my hand, well I mean she could probably sit in the palm of my hand that is. Shes calico, so shes three different colors.... white, yellow, and black. Which puts me in the biggest pickle of them all... what do I name her now.. I said if I found a yellow cat it would be cream puff.. a black one.. Gucci... now whats a girl to do? shes both damn colors... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well friends.. I'll tell you what Im going to do... Im definantly leaning towards Boo Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats cute right? Actually don't tell me your honest opinion, I like it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we'll see how things go... hopefully I'll have her by at least my party tomorrow, hopefully on my birthday (Monday) Which like I said.. presents are always welcome! hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all I have... have a great weekend everyone!! I certainly will... If you dont hear from me by Sunday, its probably b/c Im in jail.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Love and Birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112869679682567437?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112869679682567437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112869679682567437' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112869679682567437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112869679682567437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='Its my party and I&apos;ll cry if I want to!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112847381237214286</id><published>2005-10-04T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:56:52.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci or Cream Puff...</title><content type='html'>Come Thursday I will adopt my very own kitten from the humane society... I have a couple names in mind ( see title to post hehe)...&lt;br /&gt;At first I was sure of Cream Puff... I wanted a yellow kitten.. perfect name eh? But now Im torn... TORN PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;My friend Cara owned a black cat named Gucci and I just thought that was soo cute! So now Im leaning toward naming the cat Gucci, unless of course I do love a yellow one... I guess we'll have to see what my options are when I go on Thursday! But needless to say... IM SUPER excited to own my very own pet! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Kristin--Romeo and my kitty will be best friends and they will play with the little dog and the black bear together! haha.. Just make sure that he doesnt wear his cat hater shirt when they play.. my little one might take offense to that!!&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112847381237214286?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112847381237214286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112847381237214286' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112847381237214286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112847381237214286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/10/gucci-or-cream-puff.html' title='Gucci or Cream Puff...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112828001565818126</id><published>2005-10-02T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T12:06:55.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as we know it...</title><content type='html'>My sister will surely laugh when she reads this title... (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;So hello everyone... again! Im sure I wont even get any comments on this post considering that the whole blogging world has surely forgotten my existence..&lt;br /&gt;I apologize on my lack of blogging... we just got the internet hooked up in my new abode..&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of... its going really good... I've yet to get into any type of argument with my new roomates, and I love the house.. so... ( In my Kip Voice) I guess you can say things are going pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my daddy-o found my blog... Mind you that is NOT a very good thing. Im a little embarssed on some of the entrys I've typed... but what can you do??&lt;br /&gt;Im still working at good ol Kellys Bar here in Oshvegas... which is still fun and going well... Nothing really new on the whole GUY scene yet.&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided when I start school next semister that I will be going for business.. I made this discovery about two weeks ago... Im pretty sure I want to eventually own my own business of some sort.. not sure what exactly..&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE SHOULD VOTE FOR MY DOG JESSE ON MILKBONE.COM for sure!!! But thinking in all reality Im sure stupid Sandy is going to win! Her and her creepy fake photo-shop picture of hers! GRR!! My dog would surely beat her up in any given dog-fighting contest! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY birthday is coming up!! YAYAYAYAYYAAYAY!! I'll take any type of gift you want to send... just let me know if you are planning anything!! hahaha. My 3 best friends from Indiana are coming up to visit me soon! Which Im super psyched about! so that will be good times good times!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this is all I can really think of for now... sooo Im back to the blogging word...&lt;br /&gt;Peace homefries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112828001565818126?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112828001565818126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112828001565818126' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112828001565818126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112828001565818126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='Life as we know it...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112463244196918572</id><published>2005-08-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T06:54:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out...</title><content type='html'>Yes it's true... I have left the nest I call my sisters home. Its truly sad. Honestly I really AM SAD!!!! I moved all my stuff into my new place yesterday--- WHAT A BITCH MOVING IS!!!!! And I dont even have much stuff.. but its all over, now I just need to put away some more stuff. I was planning on moving to my own apartment, but realized that Id be better off not trying to fend for myself just yet...&lt;br /&gt;     I moved in with two friends who come into Kellys quite often: Amanda and Bob. They're both really nice people, and so far I like living with them... well granted its only been 24 hours... but hey.. they seem reasonable. My room is a decent size too.. which is nice. The house is super cute inside... HOWEVER.... Im not going to lie the street we live on is sorta ... well... GHETTO... for Oshkosh anyway... I've heard of the "ghetto" parts of Oshkosh but to me they dont really look ghetto at all considering I've actually seen real ghetto.. but I guess this street is one of the daring ones... haha.. Oh yeah and did I mention that there is a rail road tracks like two houses down from us? Ya.. that sorta blows. But I guess I'll get used to that.&lt;br /&gt;Im sad for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1.) I'll miss my sister a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I guess I'll miss Cody too... haha&lt;br /&gt;3.) I WILL SOOO MISS ROMEO&lt;br /&gt;4.) I'll miss the fact that every meal was pretty much prepared for me by my chef wise sister, and I dont know how to cook a damn THING! ps.... Kristin... if you ever want me over for dinner... just call :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I know I wont be far away, and am more than welcome to visit, but it will be different adjusting to this new living situation.. I just hope things go well... It will work out in the long run b/c I want to start school in Jan.. and paying only 133$/month v.s. 375$ (living on my own) will def. benifit me later on:) Oh yeah, and I'm going to have to do my own laundry... like at a laundramat!! I've never been to one! Do you wait for your clothes to wash, or can you leave? Will people stare at your underware, or try robbing your goods? Will I meet the man of my dreams?? hahah.. as stupid as it sounds I'm kinda looking forward to going to the laundramat... hahah how lame.....&lt;br /&gt;I will try to blog as much as I can-- mainly when Im at my sisters, but there isnt a computer at my new place.... sooo we'll see what happens....&lt;br /&gt;Peace love and birds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112463244196918572?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112463244196918572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112463244196918572' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112463244196918572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112463244196918572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/08/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112412986110639377</id><published>2005-08-15T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:23:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi hermana Kristin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ever since I can remember my big sister Kristin has always been my best friend. When we were little we were always "hanging out" and playing together. She started to get older and far more cooler and having the little sister that always wanted to be around kinda got annoying Im sure.. but she still let me be there.. She would let me sleep in her room b/c I was afraid of the dark.She would let me hang out with her and her friends. Here are some random memorys I have growing up with her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had one club together (well my step bro was in it too) It was called Pastebusters. We would run under sprinklers and eat skittles for energy.. I think the whole point of the club was to spy on other people. We also would play Ferngully. Where we would climb into trees and pretend to be a fairy family. Of course I have all the stupid memory's of her growing up.. like when she convinced me that the "man on the moon" was calling the house, and leaving a message on the machine ( when she was calling and deepening her voice) Or when she used to chase me with her butt in the air. Or maybe when she told me I was adopted from the gypsies.. I I remember when she was in middle school and I was a lot younger Id clean her part of the room for her and leave her a glass of water by her bed. Don't ask why I did all of this.. probably b/c I had nothing else to do and I knew shed be happy. I remember when all of us went to a Ninja Turtle concert together... Kristin painted my nails, did my hair, picked out a cute outfit, and put lip gloss on me. She was pretty much the only motherly-figure I had growing up.. since me and my step-mom never got along. So having somone actually do my hair, and show me what makeup was was nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sister is seriously the funniest person I know.. me and her have a very "strange" sense of humor.. so we think the same stuff is funny. Thats what I love about hanging out with her.. we can make the stupidest situations super fun, and I love that about her. I also love the fact that no matter what stupid choices I make, or stupid guys I date, shes always there to give her input but at the same time be considerate and never make me feel like a dumbass. Shes super understanding, smart, and she has a good heart. I love her for that. She let me move in with her and Cody and soon I will be moving out.. Im going to miss her soo much! I know right now she thinks that we never hang out as much b/c our schedules, and that she doesnt think it will get any better once I move out.. but thats not true.. she'll always be my best friend and we'll always hang out still...I make it a sister to sister promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And we'll always sing "Jiggily thighs, Who who Who who da bubbys, watch Lifetime movies, Laguna Beach, talk in our Kip Voices, Ghetto Girl Voices, and go to zaa moo-veeyss... ( All inside jokes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'll always be here for you no matter what. I love you soo much!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&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/13337489-112412986110639377?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112412986110639377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112412986110639377' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112412986110639377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112412986110639377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/08/mi-hermana-kristin.html' title='Mi hermana Kristin...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112389807669295731</id><published>2005-08-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T18:54:36.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>I haven't had any frickin time to blog! Its really making me mad! I apologize to any dedicated readers out there... haha yeah right... like I have fans.... :) Geez where do I start?? Works going alright I supose. This weekend my cousin is getting married... and stupid me forgot to request off work, and theres no way possible that I can get off work now... I really wish I could go....:(&lt;br /&gt;Im moving out in a week!!!!!!!! Yes this is true.. Im moving in with two friends: Amanda and Bob.. Im super excited.. the place is really cute!! And cheap, hence why Im not moving out on my own yet...&lt;br /&gt;My friend Casey from Indianapolis came to visit on Monday, and left Thursday night. We had a lot of fun while he was here... I tryed to enterntain him as much as possible during the week when I worked almost EVERY DAY... kinda hard... but he got to go to some bars here in Oshkosh, we went boating, he got to go jet-skiing, we went out to eat a few times, got drunk a lot... saw Wedding Crashers... things to that nature... He was planning on staying until Friday but recieved the news that one of his good friends Brent's fiance was in the hospital and they didnt know if she was going to make it through the night, and he also found out that she was pregnant with his child... Ouch... so Casey being the good friend that he is drove all the way back home to be some support for his friend... so hopefully by some miracle things will be okay...&lt;br /&gt;In other news Im seeing someone new... haha I know I know... I move on rather quickly... but I really see this guy as potential... and its soo crazy how much we have in common... Im sure I'll keep you all posted...&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I am for SURE starting school in Jan.. it's too late to sign up here for this semister, otherwise it would be sooner... so Im going to arrange everything for next semister on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all I can really think of for the time being.. starting now I will post regurally... I make it a promise by blog buds..&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work in a little bit, and just realzied that I got ketchup in my hair from eating at Ardy &amp;amp; Eds... lol.. wow... a little random I know.. but it kinda sucks.. lata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112389807669295731?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112389807669295731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112389807669295731' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112389807669295731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112389807669295731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/08/aghhhhhhhh.html' title='AGHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112299898777697100</id><published>2005-08-02T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:11:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats been going on....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-EAA is finally over with! Yay!! I've been away from the computer for another week, so, its been hard to blog. Work was extremely busy with all the EAA people coming in.. They pretty much took over Kellys.. I met a lot of really cool people though.. I loved all the Australian guys the best... however, it sucked b/c I dont think they usually tip in their country b/c they hardly tipped us at all.. nice nice people though.&lt;br /&gt;-I was going to get an apartment near campus but decided on another option.. Im going to move in with friends Amanda and Bob. They are looking for another roomate, and my rent there would only be 125$ a month! Thats freaking cheap!!! Yes I do want my OWN place, but at the same time I dont think I'll be starting school with my own place being that I'll have way more bills, and possibly needing a second job, or more hours at kellys... so trying to balance school, work, homework might be too hard... plus this is a good deal... so we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;-I've decided on getting a kitten and naming it cream puff..haha. Don't laugh, you know its cute...&lt;br /&gt;-I'm SOOOOO over the whole Davin thing.&lt;br /&gt;-My step-brother Joey and my friend Casey made new blogs-- so check them out and be nice!!!! I linked both of them:)&lt;br /&gt;- The new season of Laguna Beach has started! Im super duper excited!!!!!!!!!!!! haha.. me and my sister are both obsessed!~&lt;br /&gt;-My sister and I almost died this morning of a fire... haha okay, Im over-exaggerating a bit, but the smoke detector was going off in the basement, and our washer was smoking..... we were both kinda scared!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Its glad to be back home, I feel as if I've been living out of a suitcase forever!! Key West, then staying all week at Coreys for EAA... geez la weez Thats all for now everyone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112299898777697100?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112299898777697100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112299898777697100' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112299898777697100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112299898777697100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/08/whats-been-going-on.html' title='Whats been going on....'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112236092321882865</id><published>2005-07-25T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:48:53.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, I'm back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh how much I have missed the blogging world!! I got back Friday morning, and the computer has been in my room unable to be turned on due to reconstruction in the computer room. So yea! Now I have a fair chance to blog!&lt;br /&gt;KEY WEST WAS AWESOME!! I had such a great time!!! We really didn't do all that much... we drank A LOT!!! ... went to a lot of bars/clubs on Devul St.... went out to eat a lot, went to the beach ( but the beach in Key West was quite messy from the hurricane) ...went to another beach in Big Pine Key... and went shopping twice... good times good times...&lt;br /&gt;On the last night I was extremely intoxicated and supposevely ran around the house with nothing else on but my thong yelling things... that.. I DO NOT REMEMBER... haha.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the view of the ocean, and the palm trees, it was soo soothing. I did not like how it felt sooooo extremely hot, even after 10 pm! I also didnt like the fact that I would straighten my hair, or curl it, then walk outside and it would shortly look like someone violently blow-dryed it all frizzy.&lt;br /&gt;I did overcome two fears though. I did swim in the ocean! Can you believe it!! And I did swim in the canal behind the house where Mr. Alligator lives!!! I can't believe I did either one... well I was just brave when we were at the beach, not to mention HOTTER THAN HELL... but I won't lie, the only reason I jumped in the canal was b/c I was drunk! haha... I kept yelling things like "Im not afraid of you Crocodile, come mess with me and see what happens" in my best Steve Irwin voice.. wait.. is that his name? I dont know.. that Crocodile Hunter guy... even though their were no Crocs there only alligators... I dont know.. I was drunk..&lt;br /&gt;One other bad part of the trip was that I kept forgetting to buy a camera... ( I forgot my camera at home) and by the time I bought one... I had two days left, and forgot to bring it along to where we were going.. but I did take some... so I will get them developed and post them.&lt;br /&gt;Another horrifying experience was the airports.. wow I realized how much I hate airports... first off, I almost missed my flight to key west b/c my stupid ride bailed on me... then, I pretty much walked around the airport in Atlanta like a huge Tard b/c it was HUGGGGGGGGE and I didnt know what I was doing... then the flight back home, my flight was canceled in Cincinnati, and I couldnt get another flight till the morning... but that worked out good b/c I got free food, a free hotel, and got to see some old friends ( I used to live in Lawrenceburg, IN which is 10 mins away from Cinci). Then, I almost missed my flight again coming home the next morning, b/c I thought I wouldnt have to get a boarding pass b/c they gave me one the day before when my flight was canceled, so I went straight to security, wait in that line for 30 mins... then cant go through b/c I dont have the "right" boarding pass?? What?? So, I walk all the way back to the stupid 30 min line to wait for my pass, where then I have to call someone on their Delta phones to give him my info, then pick up my pass... not to mention wait back in line for security, and take a shuttle then train to my concourse... On the shuttle bus I just broke down and started crying to some lady I didnt even know, b/c I was soo stressed out, and didnt know what the crap I was doing in that stupid airport... I finally get to my gate, and their paging me saying "Bethany PLEASE board flight 665 (or whatever) to Appleton, WI, they will be leaving soon... so then I start running, meanwhile I almost trip a few times, and am sweating profusely. Did I mention my carry-on bag weighed at least 15 lbs!! I did make my flight that sad sad day... but now I just HATE airports, and hope to avoid them for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have folks, besides the frizzy hair, airports, and the embarrassment of me running around pretty much naked while being wasted, I had a WONDERFUL time, and I surely did miss you all~!! Hope everyone had a great week!! &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/13337489-112236092321882865?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112236092321882865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112236092321882865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112236092321882865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112236092321882865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back, I&apos;m back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112160905823136691</id><published>2005-07-17T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T07:04:18.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye........</title><content type='html'>I am about 30 mins. shy of leaving my house to get on a plane for Key West! YA BABY~! I am super excited.....&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you all know that I wont be posting until Friday... but I promise MAD details, and tons of pics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great week... I definatly will be...&lt;br /&gt;and if I dont post by Friday... I probably got eaten by a shark.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112160905823136691?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112160905823136691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112160905823136691' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112160905823136691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112160905823136691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/07/bye-bye.html' title='Bye Bye........'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112122659938804185</id><published>2005-07-12T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:49:59.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats new...</title><content type='html'>-My body is currently in the process of getting sick.. My head hurts soo bad, my throat is dry, and no meds seem to be working too well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got a fine when I was driving a friends jet-ski on Sunday. My ticket is for $168. I was supposevely 75 feet away from other boats when I took off, when you are supposed to be 100. How they knew I was exactly 75? Who knows... Oh yeah, did I mention I also got a fine two weeks ago for  not I.D.ing some guy that came into my work who needed cigs... yeah, thats $216.&lt;br /&gt;-Today is my first day of being smoke-free. I decided to for REAL quit. SO wish me luck..&lt;br /&gt;-I leave for Key West this Sunday! I am super excited to say the least.. the only thing that makes me sad is that I'll miss Davin's birthday while I'm gone... :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;- Me and my sis are super psyched about the new season of Laguna Beach coming on in two weeks!! We pretty much can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;-I got a new fake I.D. that looks 10 times more like me... and everyone I have shown says "What, thats not you", b/c I look so much like her.&lt;br /&gt;-I feel like I've been drinking way too much lately. I'm not going to have a drop of alcohol before I go to FL... while I'm there.. Im sure I'll be drinking everyday.. but when Im home, I think I'm going to settle it down a notch or two.. or three... :)&lt;br /&gt;-I'm pretty sure my sister wants me to move out.. shes been looking for apartments for me. I wish I had a roomate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the great new things going on in my life at the moment that I can think of... I also feel I can't think clear right now b/c my head feels so congested. Hope this made sense... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Blog-Buds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112122659938804185?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112122659938804185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112122659938804185' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112122659938804185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112122659938804185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-new.html' title='Whats new...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112093318831180404</id><published>2005-07-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:19:48.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>My head pounds as a lay curled up in a ball.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach feels nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is dryer than any desert.&lt;br /&gt;I need water.&lt;br /&gt;My vision is not as clear.&lt;br /&gt;Any quick turn of my head makes my head spin.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a shower will make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hangover, please go away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough day/night of drinking... I don't think it's ever been this bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112093318831180404?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112093318831180404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112093318831180404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112093318831180404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112093318831180404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/07/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112069370342066039</id><published>2005-07-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:48:23.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Geek..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;         The other day I shared with my friend Matt that I am a blogging geek.. he then sent me a link of a shirt that says "Im soo blogging about this". I either want to get that shirt, or else buy one that says "I love your blog", or I heart blogs... hahaha. Yes I am a freak. Indeed it's true. I told my sister about this brilliant idea and she loved the idea! It's to the point now where I try and tell all my friends about my blog, and that they soo should make one! Ridiculous I know.... but I just can't help it..&lt;br /&gt;I too am a blog-addict. Thanks Kiki. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112069370342066039?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112069370342066039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112069370342066039' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112069370342066039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112069370342066039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-geek.html' title='Blog Geek..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112051561856698594</id><published>2005-07-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:52:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. I want to learn to play some type of musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;2. My birthmark is on my butt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Falling asleep to rain comforts me.&lt;br /&gt;4. The only sport I actually don't mind watching is baseball.&lt;br /&gt;5. Both of my arms are double jointed.&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to get married on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;7. I only want to have one kid.&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite foods are: pizza, any type of chicken, and french fries.&lt;br /&gt;9. I eat way too much ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;10. Once when I was little I threw a rock at a seagull and killed it, if that doesn't gross you out--I then ran over to the dead bird and started stomping on it.&lt;br /&gt;11. I hate seagulls.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am afraid of oceans, fires, sharks, and midgets.&lt;br /&gt;13. I've been in love 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;14. I always think Im not skinny or not tan enough.&lt;br /&gt;15. My fav. ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip.&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't know what I want my career to be after college.&lt;br /&gt;17. I usually always wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;18. In the 2nd grade my best friend Jenna would draw all my pictures for our "drawing" part of the day b/c I thought I didn't know how to draw. I would write her entries for our writing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;19. I used to be a major pot-head.&lt;br /&gt;20. My best friend in the whole world is my sister.&lt;br /&gt;21. My mom died of cancer when I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;22. My sister used to chase me with her butt out in the air and her head between her legs running backwards at me when I was little. This for some reason was soo scary to me.&lt;br /&gt;23. I love pretty much every type of music. But mainly hip-hop/rap.&lt;br /&gt;24. I've never liked my step-mom.&lt;br /&gt;25. I think I have a big nose.&lt;br /&gt;26. I think my best feature is my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;27. I wear a 36-C bra.&lt;br /&gt;28. I love the scent of apple or watermelon candles.&lt;br /&gt;29. I love bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;30. I love attention.&lt;br /&gt;31. I think I'm selfish a lot of the times.&lt;br /&gt;32. I've moved 4 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;33. If I could pick any super power it would be to read peoples minds, or to fly. ( Haven't decided which one would be cooler.)&lt;br /&gt;34. I am currently a bartender.&lt;br /&gt;35. I think my dad is the smartest man on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;36. I cry&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;37. Elevators make me really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;38. I want to go sky-diving, bungee-jumping, and to Europe before I die.&lt;br /&gt;39. I LOVE ROLLERCOASTERS AND WATER PARKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;40. If I could go back and re-do highschool I would.&lt;br /&gt;41. I'm still a virgin..haha j/k but I sorta wish I still was.&lt;br /&gt;42. If I had a dime for every time someone in my life has called me weird/strange, I honestly think I'd be rich.&lt;br /&gt;43. My fav. colors are pink and white.&lt;br /&gt;44. I love shopping for new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;45. I'm bad about saving money.&lt;br /&gt;46. I'm a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;47. I love when guys go out of their way to do sweet things.&lt;br /&gt;48. If I could know when/how/ I were to die, I wouldn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;49. I talk WAY to loud most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;50. I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;51. One time I swear on my life I saw a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;52. I hardly ever can remember my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;53. In middle school all the guys used to call me "ghetto booty".&lt;br /&gt;54. I have 1,400$ in credit card debts.&lt;br /&gt;55. I eat more when I'm sad, or bored.&lt;br /&gt;56. I've always wanted to run in a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;57. Gay people don't bother me at all.&lt;br /&gt;58. I've messed around with a girl when I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;59. I think it will be the great to get old and not care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;60. I love scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;61. Eventually I want to live somewhere warm and down south.&lt;br /&gt;62. I want to sing karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;63. I suck at pool, and bowling.&lt;br /&gt;64. I HATE PLAYING CARDS.&lt;br /&gt;65. I love going on boats, and jet-skis.&lt;br /&gt;66. Im a very jealous person.&lt;br /&gt;67. My middle name is Carol, and I have always hated it. I used to lie and tell people it was Catherine when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;68. I bite my nails a lot.&lt;br /&gt;69. When I was little my fav. toys were trolls, barbies, and my teddy rux-bin.&lt;br /&gt;70. I want to go to New York, and L.A. sometime.&lt;br /&gt;71. My sister pretty much raised me.&lt;br /&gt;72. She also told me things about sex and drugs when I was too young.&lt;br /&gt;74. My fav. store in the mall to shop at is Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;75. I'm bad about keeping secrets.&lt;br /&gt;76. I hardly ever floss my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;78. I rarely ever have a picture of myself that I like.&lt;br /&gt;79. My dream car is a black BMW convertible.&lt;br /&gt;80. Im very gullible.&lt;br /&gt;81. I love beer.&lt;br /&gt;82. I am good at reading people.&lt;br /&gt;83. I want a Siberian Husky with blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;84. I love laughing and making people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;85. I love the smell of gasoline and permanent markers.&lt;br /&gt;86. I want to learn how to drive a stick.&lt;br /&gt;87. My fav. season is fall.&lt;br /&gt;88. Shoe size:7&lt;br /&gt;89. I've &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; my nipples pierced. I have my tongue pierced now. These are the only piercings I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;90. I have a tattoo near my hip-bone of a Chinese Symbol meaning "Strong Woman".&lt;br /&gt;91. I like going to parties where I don't know that many people.&lt;br /&gt;92. Weddings make me sad. In a good kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;93. I love late nights, sleeping in, and being lazy the whole next day.&lt;br /&gt;94. The Teletubies scare me.&lt;br /&gt;95. My sister once told me when I was little that my dad adopted me from the gypsies. I believed her.&lt;br /&gt;96. I can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;97. I think feet are disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;98. I've never been stung by a bee.&lt;br /&gt;99. I want to learn how to fish.&lt;br /&gt;100. If I could look like any celebrity I would want to look like Carmen Electra. If I could make-out with any celebrity it would be either Paul Walker, Collin Ferrell, or Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;101. I was in a really bad car accident when I was 15 and ever since then I have the worst memory, when before I pretty much remembered everything/anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112051561856698594?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112051561856698594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112051561856698594' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112051561856698594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112051561856698594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/07/101-things-about-me.html' title='101 Things About Me'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112002415239112510</id><published>2005-06-28T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:49:12.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>When someone dies it's the weirdest thing for me. I react so differently every time. I was just told this morning that a friend I grew up with Dereck Dennen was found in his basement, where he hung himself. When I heard this, I didn't believe it. Well I did, but it still hasn't hit me yet. Me and him weren't best friends by any means, but I did grow up with him, and we hung out several times. I remember in middle school he would drive his mo-ped over to my friend Jenna's house and pick us up and drive us around. I thought that was SOOO Much fun at the time! My 8th grade year we liked eachother and we would write notes back and forth almost every day. He was the funniest guy I remember in those days. It's so unfortunate that he was at such a low point in his life and was capable to take his life away like nothing. Thats something I dont understand at all. Why end your life if things arent going well? Theres always a better day ahead, and you learn, and get over things in life. It really makes me sad that for the past few years I lost touch with him. I moved away and we talked here and there online in high school, and there would be the occasional "running into eachother" when I was back in town visiting.. I almost wish we would've stayed close. Maybe he just felt alone and needed someone? Who knows.. But I still consider him someone that was apart of me growing up. It all doesnt make sense to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112002415239112510?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112002415239112510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112002415239112510' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112002415239112510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112002415239112510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112002574179938081</id><published>2005-06-28T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:15:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking..</title><content type='html'>I am currently a smoker. Yes I know, gross. I hate to think that something that I control seems to control me. I've had soo many guys tell me that they would see me and think "Wow what an attractive girl" then see me light up a cigarette and think I was now the most disgusting thing on earth and have no interest. The other night at work some guy told me I was way too pretty to be smoking. I could imagine being a non-smoker and seeing someone light up --big turn off I agree. I know I should quit, better now then later on when its harder. Honestly I don't want to rely on something everyday like smoking, but it's hard. I've tried quitting before and never stuck with it. But Im really thinking about trying to at least cut back a lot, b/c I wont be able to just STOP SMOKING all together.. too hard. I have to wean myself off of it. I really don't want to look 50 when I'm 30 and talk like that lady from the tobacco commercial: "Is this the voice you expected me to find"? haha.. I know this is wrong, but everytime I see that commercial I just laugh. It's so funny to me.. how is it the tobacco company's fault if you get cancer or whatever else can be caused by smoking? There not MAKING YOU BUY their products.. same with that stupid guy who sued McDonalds for making him fat... wow... anyways sorry I so got side-tracked.. I really am thinking about quitting soon.. I don't want to be a smoker anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112002574179938081?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112002574179938081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112002574179938081' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112002574179938081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112002574179938081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/smoking.html' title='Smoking..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-112002485891685344</id><published>2005-06-28T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:00:58.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate sharks...</title><content type='html'>It's official.. I am going to get eaten alive by some type of shark/crocodile when I go to FL next month. If you didn't hear already there have been two big shark attacks near FL! I talked to my friend Greg today and he told me that there was a salt-water crocodile in his canal behind his house. The same canal they swim/sit in and drink. The very canal that I wont set foot in.. It really sucks b/c I dont want to be afraid of the water, I want to swim in it, I really do.. But I know me, and the second Im in the water it won't be any fun, I will be constantly thinking about whats underneath me, and if so when will it strike and eat me alive? haha. Maybe I'm over-reacting a bit, but I guess we'll see.. as of now.. I wont place myself in any danger. I'll stick to clorine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-112002485891685344?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/112002485891685344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=112002485891685344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112002485891685344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/112002485891685344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-sharks.html' title='I hate sharks...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111965201992356832</id><published>2005-06-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:26:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Don't worry Im not dead!! I know I haven't updated in awhile my friends.. it's true. I just have been either extremely busy where I find no time to blog, or extremely lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I've been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My best friend in the WHOLE wide world (Jenna) came to visit for two nights.... she left this morning:(&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny b/c while she was here two different guys fell in love with her! LOL! Good times!  We had a lot of funI might say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've decided that I'm never talking to my friend Trevor ever again! He was sooo annoying and being a jerk last night. He's pretty much in love with me, and even though I told him I didnt want any type of relationship other than friendship he just wont quit... so I decided the whole just being friend thing isnt working for him... so now I'll just avoid him when he calls!! haha. I mean what else am I supposed to do... I've told him how I felt, and he won't give up.. GRR!!&lt;br /&gt;     Country U.S.A is going on again tonight, and I will SOOOOOOOO be there!!! Tonight the performers are: Chasin Mason, Buddy Jewel, Joe Diffie, Aaron Tippin, Dierks Bently, Teri Clark, and Sawyer Brown! It will be good good times.. I plan on getting extremely hammered due to the fact I NEVER EVER HAVE A FRIDAY NIGHT OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I got my hair done the other day!!! I love it too! I wanted to go darker, something closer to my natural color.. well lets just say its a little darker than I thought... I got it cut, with more layers around my face, and the base color is dark brown/almost black, and theres small subtle lighter brown/blonde hilites in the front, a few pieces in the back, and a little underneath. Which is cool b/c when it's up in a pony-tail you can see the lighter color as well! Needless to say... I LOVE IT!!! :) Which is odd, b/c I never like my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I drove my very first jet-ski yesterday!  It was crazy fun! I made my passenger fall off at least 6 times! LOL... Oh, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was told yesterday that I look like a black person! I was like... OHHH KAY??? I guess b/c I've been getting more sun, I look even more darker than usual.. who knows... I thought that was sorta weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have news on my love life my blogger friends... I think I sorta like someone... hahaha... its funny b/c he reads my blog and I know he'll see this but thats okay.. Hes a really cool guy. We have fun together, and he makes me laugh.. and thats what really seems to get to me.. anyways.. Im not going to rant and rave about anything now b/c who knows how things will go.. wish me luck my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   23 more days till my great trip to Key West, FL!!!!! Ohhhh, I am excited to say the least... good good times coming ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Sorry this was all soo random*~ But Im going to get going.. until next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111965201992356832?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111965201992356832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111965201992356832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111965201992356832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111965201992356832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111878530053687518</id><published>2005-06-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:41:40.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>My hair isn't naturally THAT curly, but it's def. not straight by any means. I usually blow-dry and straighten it EVERYDAY to avoid the waves I have going on. Well after getting out of the shower the other day, I scrunched my hair curly, didn't put ANY product in it, and it LOOKED SOOO GOOD... up until it completely dryed and got frizzy! I need a good hair product to use so I don't have to deal with the hassles of blow-drying, straighting EVERY DAY!!! AGH!!!!! SOMEONE HELP ME! Does anyone have any advice of products to use so I don't keep damaging it with heat forever???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111878530053687518?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111878530053687518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111878530053687518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111878530053687518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111878530053687518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111878489997584708</id><published>2005-06-14T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:34:59.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Friday night I was supposed to work from 10-CL... We weren't very busy so I was aloud to leave a midnight. I then went to my friend Trevor's house and we drank with some of his friends. I ended up falling asleep over there.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I worked 3-8 all day then hung out with some of Cody's friends. I was actually soo bored it hurt inside. LOL. Im not kidding around. Me and my sister hated it there. The most exciting part was when Cody took me on his friends bike and we cruised around for 15 mins. Also taking the "Bored pictures" with my sister. That was the highlite. I noticed a keg, and thought to myself, "Beer would def. ease the pain" but then found out I wasn't aloud drinking b/c I was underage? I thought that was pretty retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I ended up drinking again with Trevor and his friends. We went to Manamanee Park where like 14 guys played volleyball and I layed out in the sun watching them. It def. wasn't a bad sight to watch! They all had their shirts off and all of them had nice bodies. hahah. Im bad. I tryed calling some girls to keep me company since I was the only pair of boobs there, but everyone seemed to be busy with other things. After that, me and Trevor went to Red Granite (about 20 mins away) and went cliff jumping. It was SOOOOOOOOOO much fun! Especially since I was all buzzed up! Maybe I shouldn't have been drinking before I jumping off of cliffs, but sometimes I just don't think. Needless to say I had a great time. The first jump was scarey but after jumping, I was addicted and Trevor practically had to drag me away from the place b/c it was starting to get windy/dark. I then fell asleep once I got home and ate drunken Wendys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went boating all day and it ended up raining.. we left and the storms passed so we went back out again and ate at a restaurant on the lake. It was fun.. I drank a little too much that night too. Wow..there goes my limit of one night a week drinking.. It was an okay weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111878489997584708?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111878489997584708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111878489997584708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111878489997584708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111878489997584708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend_111878489997584708.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111834130195702808</id><published>2005-06-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T11:21:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers...</title><content type='html'>It seems to me I'm always "that girl" that seems to fall for the loser/jerks. Every guy I seem to take interest in seems normal and great at first, then evolves into a crazy/loser/asshole/jerk in some way or another. I'm only talking about my last two relationships. I've only really had three, and the first one was good. Actually he was probably the best guy I've ever truly had. But things didn't work out, b/c I moved away before my senior year, and the whole distance thing sort of got us both. Starting my senior year I was in a relationship with this guy named Sean. At first Sean seemed great, he was funny, fun to be around, sweet, good-looking, and he made me feel in a way "wanted". I had just moved and didn't know anyone, and he pretty much took me under his wing. He introduced me to lots of cool ppl that I started becoming friends with etc. Maybe thats why it was hard to get away from him. In my mind he seemed to be the only constant thing I had there. Things were good for awhile in our relationship. Then came all the fighting. He would accuse me of just about anything, I heard rumors of him cheating on me, he lied to me a lot, it just seemed like he was the one hiding something. It got to the point where I started loosing friends because of him. He didn't want me to hang out with so-and-so b/c of whatever reason of why that person wasn't good to hang out with, or some other reason why he didn't like them. It then moved on to all I ever did when I went out was hang out with him. I never hung out with anyone else, and if he wanted to hang out with "the guys" or whatnot I would be the one sitting at home expected to be there all night. I put up with a lot of his bull shit for awhile I'm not going to tell you otherwise, and after awhile it got old. We would break up like 4-5 times a week. When we'd break up Id tell myself I don't need him, I hate feeling the way I do, this is it. Someway or another hed manipulate me into thinking whatever fight we fought was both our faults and how we need to just try and work on things b/c he loved me. I know your probably thinking how stupid I was to believe and keep going back to such a stupid/crazy/controlling boyfriend. But at the time I thought I loved him. I was defiantly naive. During the times we would break up I would go and do whatever I knew I shouldn't' be doing according to Sean. I would go hang out with all the friends of mine that he hated, hang out with certain guy friends from work, flirt more with guys that would come into my work, and except numbers, ETC. Little by little Sean would find out things that I did, and it only made things worse. Finally I said this guy is CRAZY, Im done with him... Meanwhile I met this guy named Greg. He was the sweetest most down-to-earth guy that seemed layed back and interested in more of ME than my boobs. haha. I know that sounds stupid but its true. I started liking Greg and we hung out a lot. Sean of course didn't know this b/c we were broken up. But keep in mind when I say broken up that doesn't mean he didn't call me every second, show up at my work, or call my house at late hours. He wouldn't leave me alone. I would go over to Gregs house and hang out before or after work and we would just sit in his living room watching t.v. and just laugh together. He was 100% different from Sean and at the time that was comforting. I hung out with Greg for about a month. We liked eachother but we didn't want to get into a relationship right away either. Well he did, but not I. It turns out that one of Seans friends told Sean that he would see my car parked at the SHAMERS house every day. Sean was told this when he was extremely intoxicated. He ended up calling my house at 2 am, ( while I was on the phone with Greg) and asking me all about Greg and why I was always at his house. Calling me a slut and whatever names his brilliant mind could think of. He told me to go outside b/c he was on his way over. I thought to myself yeah whatever Sean COME ON OVER.. not thinking he was. Then I started to think okay I better go outside just in case, I don't want him making a big scene ringing my doorbell or whatnot so I stayed on the phone with Greg and went outside. I heard tires squealing down my street and thats when I started to get a little nervous. Here comes Sean. I saw his car park in front of my house and him jump out of it. I noticed he had something in both of his hands but where I was standing it was hard for me to tell what it was, being that it was dark outside. It turns out the fucker brought two huge rocks. Almost like big hunks of cement with little rocks in them, one in each hand. He then threw one through my back windshield of my car, one at my garage door? and then ran up to me and hit me in my face, well more of my left side of my jaw. As he was doing this he was screaming profanity at me. Once his little outrage was over he jumped in his car and left. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I knew Sean had an anger problem, and he was the most Jealous guy I've ever met, but I really believed he loved me, and never thought in a million years he would do such a thing to me. I was shaking hysterically, and crying. I just kept thinking my dad can't see what happened for some reason, and I decided to get into my car drive my car with about 10 billion pieces of glass all inside to my friend Boni's. I stayed there, and in the morning went to a glass place and got my windshield fixed. My insurance covered it b/c I reported it as someone unknown vandalizing it. I'm sure you all are wondering why I didn't call the cops on the crazy fucker? I still don't know how to explain why I didn't. But if I could honestly go back and change one thing in my life that would be it. About a month later I decided I wanted to get away from that place. I felt like I didn't have much there anyway. So my lovely sister told me I could move in with her and Cody in WI. And thats why Im here folks.The truth is out. Plus it sounds fun b/c me and my sister always said we'd live together at some point in our life. Plus I missed her so much and needed her at the time.  I've talked to Sean since then which is Stupid I know, and even seen him when I've went to IN to visit. But I decided today that I will never talk to him again. If he calls my cell, I wont answer. If he calls my house, I'll hang up, and when I go back home I won't see him. Maybe I'm the crazy one for putting up with all his shit for so long, not getting him in trouble for something he clearly deserved, and then still ended up talking to him later on after the incident. I need to set higher standards for the guys I date, and myself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd Loser&lt;/span&gt;: Once I moved to WI I met this guy I started to date named Aaron. Don't worry he wasn't crazy by any means. Very layed back to say the least. Things were really great between us. But he had never really had a girlfriend before. So after awhile things obviously got old, or else the demands of having a girlfriend were too much for him. Without an explanation he broke up with me. Eventually he told me that he was freaked out by the whole commitment thing, and missed hanging out with his friends. But how the whole breaking up thing happened was really shady on his part. I'll spare you the details on that one. Not THAT big of a deal. But whatever we were meant to not be together. Keep in mind that Aaron doesn't have a job, and didn't for the majority of the time we were together, I payed for 95% of whatever we were out doing, (food, beer, gas for his car sometimes, movies, etc.) And he didn't' really have anything going for him in the first place. I learned into the relationship that he had dropped out of HS, and never received a GED! So pretty much hes a complete loser and I'm better off without him. We are still friends though. I talk to him every now and then. I don't really want to have some type of grudge with him b/c he didn't really treat me bad, he was just a bum. LOL .WOW.... So pretty much after hearing the two relationships I've had in the last two years, you either think I'm crazy, or have bad luck.. who knows? But I've concluded to myself that for now and a long time ahead of me I'm going to be relationship free. I'm tired of always feeling hurt, and used. I've had a boyfriend since my sophomore year in HS, up until a couple months ago. Im ready to just have fun, meet new ppl, and find out what I really want with my life. Im tired of always feeling like I need someone guy wise in my life. I don't need anyone but myself. Well and my family and friends. Now guys don't get offended I know not every guy out there is like these two idiots, but I just don't want any type of relationship with guys at the moment.. I think it would be the best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111834130195702808?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111834130195702808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111834130195702808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111834130195702808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111834130195702808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/losers.html' title='Losers...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111816279052154749</id><published>2005-06-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:46:30.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New start...</title><content type='html'>I am now planning a trip to FL next month. This only means one thing.. a major change in my so called excersing/eating routine. Starting today I will go to the YMCA, and work out! I will also cut down how much I eat, and try to switch the more fattening with healthier options.. My goal is to lose 10 lbs, and tone my body more. I might even see if theres a pilates class for tonight! I mean I'm going to be in FL for crying out loud, I can't be looking chunky in my bathing suit! haha. I also want to be more healthy! And as far as the alcohol goes.. Im cutting back to maybe one night a week ( during the weekend for sure) ... I mean don't think Im some raging 19 year old alcoholic yet... I just love the taste of beer and having one or two every other night. But when you think about that, those calories add up. So wish me luck... Im starting as of NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111816279052154749?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111816279052154749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111816279052154749' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111816279052154749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111816279052154749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-start.html' title='New start...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111809712859280694</id><published>2005-06-06T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:32:08.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEY WEST HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay well I'm not going for over a month but I can't seem to stop thinking/talking about it!! I am soooo excited!! My friend Greg just moved there about 3 months ago, and invited me down to visit him!! He even is paying half of my plane ticket! What a sweetheart!! He has a house with 4 other roommates, including this girl named Jen whom I know.. so I think its going to be a GREAT TIME!! I'm not leaving until the 17th of July, so I hope time goes by fast! I've never once been on a vacation without my parents besides when I visited my sis in AZ for my spring break, so Im super psyched!! I can see it now... the warm sun shining on my face/body giving me a GREAT TAN!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!! And not to mention the ocean! Ahhh... I could stare at the water forever!! I cannot wait! The only thing is: Im a little nervous about swimming in the ocean, well where I can't touch that is! So hopefully nooone wants to go out swimming far, b/c my ass will be in the shallow! ha! I think Im scared b/c of all the creepy creatures you can't see, and could possibly get you without even knowing! I watched Jaws a lot as a child, maybe thats what scarred me for life! But man am I seriously excited! Im going to take a LOT of pictures and I'll post them when I get back!!!! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111809712859280694?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111809712859280694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111809712859280694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111809712859280694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111809712859280694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/key-west-here-i-come.html' title='KEY WEST HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111808969944246773</id><published>2005-06-06T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:28:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor...</title><content type='html'>After Saturday nights incident with the dog biting..I became a little paranoid to say the least. What if the dog hasn't had its shots or even goes to the vet? I noticed my finger is really bruised bad and I cant bend it all the way down. So I decided to go to the immediate care center at my Dr today and have a little looky looky. Pretty much he told me the bruising is part of the healing process, the cut isn't deep enough for stitches, and I've had regular tetanus shots so I should be fine. So Im going to get to pay for a Dr. Vist of him telling me that, and putting a new bandiad on my finger! Great! Well I guess I feel better that it was nothing that serious. BUT THEN.... he told me that I needed to give him the information about the dog, what kind of dog was it, the names and numbers of the dog owners, the address of where it occurred, etc. After knowing I was fine, i didnt want to deal with a police report, so I said I didnt know the dog owners, or where exactly the house was located, or numbers of who to try and get a hold of to find out this info.. I said I went to this party where I didnt know ANYONE and couldn't possibly find out what they needed to know. So they told me I still had to talk to the police and they'd be there any minute. So I sat in the waiting room for over a half hour, and NOTHING, so I decided to tell the receptionist to tell them to give me a call when they showed up b/c I had important things I needed to attend to, and I didn't have time to wait. But NO RECEPTIONIST in sight... SO, I left.. opps!! So hopefully they don't try coming to my house asking a whole bunch of questions, because I don't want to deal with it, or get the owners involved, especially if my injury is a minor cut.. so I guess we'll see what happens... OH YEAH... if your a regular of my blog, I ended up NOT GOING out to eat with Tylers mom and him that day. I told him I wasn't feeling well, and needed to sleep and be lazy before I went into work! He understood... I guess I should've talked to him about it, but Id rather forget that it happened, and move on.. Although if he asks me again, I MIGHT have to tell him I think its a little bit weird. ... until next time my blog friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111808969944246773?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111808969944246773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111808969944246773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111808969944246773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111808969944246773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/doctor.html' title='The Doctor...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111808879699085292</id><published>2005-06-06T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:13:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend..</title><content type='html'>My weekend was quite boring if I might say so myself. Friday night I worked, and laughed a whole lot at our new bartender and what happened to her(See last entry). Saturday I went to my friend Matt's house for a cookout. It was really a good time! The crowd was mainly ppl that hang out at Kellys a lot, or people I work with. They had three kegs, and a BUNCH of liquor. I of course drank a lot. My boss mentioned stopping by our friend Sarah's house b/c it was her birthday and he promised he'd stop by b/c she was having her own get-together. So we headed over there.. Thats when the night pretty much went to hell. Immediately when I arrived everyone was sitting outside near the garage ( by the food and beer) in a circle. I noticed this really sweet looking dog sitting there. Without hesitation I walk over to it and put my left hand near its face to pet it.. Out of nowhere CHOMP that fucker bit my left index finger! It hurt sooo bad!! It started bleeding a lot, and I mean a lot.. good thing I was a little bit drunk, I think it might have helped the pain. I go into the bathroom and rinse it with cold water, wash it, apply pressure, and bandage it up. I was there for only 2 1/2 hours and ended up changing my bandaid a good 5 times or so. I didn't know if the cut was deep enough that I should go get stitches. From everyone's opinion ppl said its not that bad, you'll be fine. I talked to the dog owners about the dog and they reassured me that it gets all of its shots, and visits the vet on a regular basis, so not to worry about rabies or what not. I ended up leaving there after having more beer, and going home for the night. I was really drunk and hungry so I ordered Dominos, and went to sleep. Sunday we went to the White Sox game and that was fun! I saw the HOTTEST GUY IVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE.. No joke! I was tempted to go up to him and confess my love and ask his hand in marriage, but I decided that might be a little weird. haha. But he was absolutely beautiful. He probably dates a super model im sure. Its sad b/c I'll never see him again.... tears..... haha Im just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;After the game we got home a little before 10 and I went into work, and closed.. I made good money for a sunday so that was good.. so that was my weekend... exciting? I know! haha. Yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111808879699085292?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111808879699085292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111808879699085292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111808879699085292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111808879699085292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend.html' title='The Weekend..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111787417993729434</id><published>2005-06-04T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:36:19.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story..</title><content type='html'>Okay, I bartend at Kellys bar here in Oshkosh. Recently we just hired two new girls. I was working when one girl came in for her interview. She seemed a little stuck up, and kept staring at me funny. So I never really had a great opinion of her. She also came in for her interview wearing sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt! Come on! Who does that? Well anyways it was me my friend April, and her on for the night ( Friday). We were un-believably slow, so Corey ( my wonderful boss) told the new girl ( I cant quite remember her name) that she could just sit behind the bar and have a few drinks, and if we start to pick up she can jump behind the bar and help.( Like she would even be a help but anyway) So she has about two frosty beers, 2 bloody marrys, and 1 shot. She seemed to hold her alcohol quite well. Then out of nowhere and I mean nowhere, she was absolutely SHIT FACED... hahahah. Its so funny, b/c I was serving her drinks for those few hours and she seemed fine, then I go over by her b/c she was talking to my friend Steph, and shes hardly sitting up on her bar stool and her eyes were hardly open and it looked as if she was drooling. I run over to Corey ( my boss) and was like "Hey your great new bartender is pretty shit faced already". As we both turn around to look at her, she falls off the bar stool flat on the gross sticky floor, and just lays there with her arms and legs out. Someone near by helps her up, and Steph takes her to the bathroom.. Now this is the most hilarious part to me... and at the same time, completely disgusting.. As shes in the bathroom she not only pukes all over the toilet seat, and floor, but while shes puking she manages to rip her pants off and start pooping while shes puking. Yes my blogger friends, the new girl POOPED all over the girls bathroom floor!!!!!I mean HOW EMBARRASSING!!!!!! LOL... And poor poor Steph, a lot of the poo and ralph managed to get on Stephy's poor shoes!! SICK!!!!! So little drunken poopy pants was carried off in all her glory by Corey who drove her home. Oh, did I mention that she was supposed to work if we needed her that night???? What a great way to impress your boss and new coworkers!!! So pretty much little poo-girl was the talk for everyone tonight! Oh, it was great! If I were her, and that happened to me Id never show my face in Kellys bar again!!! So Im sure she wont come back, and I'll get all my hours that were cut from me since she pretty much stole them all!!!! Am I a bad person for being so mean? She was a jerk to me to begin with, so Im glad she made a complete ass out of herself!!! So with all the drama and laughter I experienced at work tonight, the night went by rather quickly I might say.. thanks to the poop-ster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111787417993729434?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111787417993729434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111787417993729434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111787417993729434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111787417993729434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story..'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111775823568073737</id><published>2005-06-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:23:55.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Girl</title><content type='html'>Me and my sister got a membership to the local YMCA about two months ago. At first we were all about "working it"...and I was all about the Pilates class. It was our mission "Hot Summer Bods". Well personally I think I've failed in that department. We haven't Y'd it up in 3 whole weeks, and it seems like all I've been doing lately is eating SO much. If Im not stuffing my face with Zingers or some type of fatty food, Im thinking of what I could eat next. It seems like Im a walking, talking garbage disposal. If I'm not eating bad, I'm drinking beer, which isn't any better. I've completely lost the motivation to even go to the gym. I think I'm going to just sit in my fat, and cry as I look at all the new Summer Edition Victoria Secret magizines I keep getting and just wish I could look like them... I know Im not overweight, but I feel fat, and to be honest I've always felt like my body has never been like how I want it. Like my sister says, " Bethany you aren't even fat you look skinny". I seem to not believe her. Maybe I'll go on the Lindsay Lohan diet and do a whole bunch of coke and get skinny..... sighs......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111775823568073737?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111775823568073737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111775823568073737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111775823568073737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111775823568073737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/fat-girl.html' title='Fat Girl'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111777534394881123</id><published>2005-06-02T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:09:03.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>Ever since I've moved to WI I met this guy named Tyler. I met him through a guy I started dating named Aaron. He was friends with Aaron and all of his buds. Me and Tyler got along quite well. About 3 weeks ago, me and Aaron broke things off. It seems that Tyler ALWAYS comes down to my work when I'm there, and always either text messages me on my phone, wants to hang out, or calls. This is fine right? I mean he's my friend. Friends hang out, and talk. I absolutely have NO FEELINGS for Tyler at all!! I look at him as someone that I joke around with and hang out with. Nothing more. Well I worked today from 3-7 and of course Tyler was down there talking to me. He asked me "Hey Beth, what are you doing tomorrow around 3-ish?" And thinking he just wanted to hang out, I was like hmmm.. nothing that I know of why? Then he continued to say "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat with me and my mom?" Inside I was freaking out, but out of nervousness I quickly said, "Okay sure". I mean come on people, who asks to go out to eat with your parents unless your in a relationship with them, or about to meet them for the first time b/c you just started dating? I'm a little freaked out. I've never met Tylers parents to begin with. Why does he want me to go with him? I've never given him a reason to think we were dating, "talking", or even that I liked him in any other way. So now Im stuck with going out to eat with his mother tomorrow unless I come up with some really great LIE! Yes I will lie to solve my problems! haha. Thats bad, but really, Im like seriously CREEPED out by his invitation. Tell me what you think?? Should I suck it up and go, I mean its a possibility that he just wanted to bring me along for the heck of it b/c he thinks now were super close friends or something? Or should I try and scheme up a great story of why I just can't make it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111777534394881123?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111777534394881123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111777534394881123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111777534394881123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111777534394881123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111765950092867235</id><published>2005-06-01T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:58:20.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shes Too Young</title><content type='html'>Me and my sister Kristin love Lifetime Movies. Okay maybe we don't love them--were OBSESSED. hahaha. Everytime we go to Target we always see this Lifetime movie on DVD for sale, its called "Shes Too Young". To our luck, this whole entire week is filled with new lifetime movies every night, as opposed to just Monday nights. Tonight is the big night my blog friends. (well technically I don't have any blog friends yet but I'll pretend) Its the viewing of "She's Too Young" at 6 pm!!!!!!! Me and my sis are super excited to say the least! I guess you'll either have to tune in, or find out how it was on a future blog entry.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111765950092867235?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111765950092867235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111765950092867235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111765950092867235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111765950092867235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/shes-too-young.html' title='Shes Too Young'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13337489.post-111765102223840604</id><published>2005-06-01T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:37:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about me...</title><content type='html'>Why hello blogger world! My name is Bethany. I am 19 years old and live in Oshkosh, WI. I'm originally from IN. Three different towns to be exact. Ft. Wayne, Lafayette, and Lawrenceburg. I moved to WI about 7 months ago. I live with my big sis Kristin, and her boyfriend Cody. My sister came home today for her lunch break and told me how she made a blog for me..lets just say she was more excited than I was...I'm not much of a writer. haha. I'm actually only staying here in WI for a couple more months, then I am traveling back home to live with my dad and start school. Why did I move out here in the first place you might ask? Lets just say its a long story and I just needed to get away for a little bit. And living with my sister sounded like the best bet.It's definitely been fun!I bartend at Kelly's bar here on campus in Oshkosh. It's soo much fun! I've met soo many cool and hilarious people so far, and I love my boss and all the girls I work with. It's a great time. Things have been fun here so far don't get me wrong, but I miss Lawrenceburg, my old house, my dad, my dog, my old friends, and everything else about it.. plus I want to start school and Id prefer living at home when I start college, so I don't have to afford to pay rent/utilities while going to school full-time. Ya get me? I'm going to miss my big sis though!!!!! Thats for sure. Of course I'll miss more about Oshvegas as well. Hmmm.. what else could I reveal about myself? I'm about 5'4, 127 lbs, brown eyes, pretty tan (but only because Im obsessed) naturally dark hair, but its lighter now from the hilites I've gotten over the years. I consider myself to be very out-spoken, telling it like it is, and loud. I like to be the center of attention, and I tend to be bossy at times. However I do have a sensitive side, and pretty much any movie can make me start bawling my eyes out. I've always been insecure about how I look, or what people might think of me, but I've gotten a lot better as the years have gone by. I have way more confidence than I did in highschool. Which is a good thing. My best friend is my sister and always has been. She has pretty much raised me since I was little, and taught me a lot. I love her to death, and the only reason I have this stupid blog is because of her.... gtg take a shower now.. if your lucky I'll write later... love, peace and chicken grease..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13337489-111765102223840604?l=betoney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/feeds/111765102223840604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13337489&amp;postID=111765102223840604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111765102223840604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13337489/posts/default/111765102223840604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betoney.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-about-me.html' title='All about me...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04750817371533999384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.kellysbarosh.com/devil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
