<?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-19852198</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:08:17.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all in all</title><subtitle type='html'>the world will know Your name</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-116916693800889057</id><published>2007-01-18T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T19:35:38.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow in grand rapids!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/1600/576791/Picture%20284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/200/359717/Picture%20284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the snow is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/1600/322689/Picture%20285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/200/575097/Picture%20285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/1600/230891/Picture%20286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/200/89980/Picture%20286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are being 'tigers' in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/1600/824561/Picture%20287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/320/886776/Picture%20287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the three of us in one of the many weird statues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-116916693800889057?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/116916693800889057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=116916693800889057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116916693800889057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116916693800889057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-in-grand-rapids.html' title='snow in grand rapids!!'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-116569610453149777</id><published>2006-12-09T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:35:21.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/1600/582684/Picture%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4779/1973/320/143181/Picture%20116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only December 9 and already I have the best Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy gave it to me. She's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y C&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-116569610453149777?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/116569610453149777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=116569610453149777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116569610453149777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116569610453149777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-116406749146436850</id><published>2006-11-20T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:04:52.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks-giv-ing - noun&lt;br /&gt;1. the act of giving thanks; grateful acknowledgment of benefits or favors, esp. to God&lt;br /&gt;2. an expression of thanks, esp. to God&lt;br /&gt;3. a public celebration in acknowledgement of divine favor or kindness&lt;br /&gt;4. a day set apart for giving thanks to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is already decorated for christmas; lights and all sorts of other paraphonalia about our room. it makes me happy. i have never been so excited for thanksgiving. the break, i have no papers to write, and the fact that i will get to see my family for an extended period of time. i get to make gingerbread houses with kier, my grandma, and my little cousin, who is the cutest most beautiful girl in the entire world. oh and adam has his band concert tomorrow night which i am very excited for because he has only been playing for a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;beth came to visit me last weekend. it was a lot of fun. (be, i want those pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry thanksgiving!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-116406749146436850?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/116406749146436850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=116406749146436850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116406749146436850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116406749146436850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanks-giv-ing-noun-1.html' title=''/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-116284606782703640</id><published>2006-11-06T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:27:00.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wholly yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20078.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(p.s. i'm going blonde on thursday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-116284606782703640?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/116284606782703640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=116284606782703640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116284606782703640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116284606782703640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/11/wholly-yours.html' title='wholly yours'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-116102913175576948</id><published>2006-10-16T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:22:38.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm alli nall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...first off was the best ever. saw all of my friends and hung out with them and i love them all soo much. the parade was fun then we went to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;i started screaming the second he walked out on stage.  no lie.&lt;br /&gt;i got four really good pictures of him, and a t-shirt and i did have a sweatshirt for five hours.&lt;br /&gt;then we got out, and had shell/ash/alli time...fun except we didn't get together until like 11:30 and then fell asleep at like 1. grey's anatomy wasn't working on shell's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;(and it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spay&lt;/span&gt; and neuter not spray)&lt;br /&gt;saturday i ran with ash and shell. 6 miles. haven't done that in a while and i'm supposed to be running 13.1 in a couple of weeks. i should do fine though. i'm alli nall.&lt;br /&gt;went to a haunted house at night with kaleigh, shell, garrett, curt and amanda. i was in the back. they kept grabbing me and coming right up in my face. kaleigh was in front of me and i was holding onto her and my hands were in her vest pockets, and she was holding onto shell. it was SOOO much fun. we're going again on friday.&lt;br /&gt;sunday was church, which is always good times. then lunch at crumbs and then i rode back with kaleigh and marla and we sang songs off of my ipod. yes we used my ipod. they liked my random assortment of music. and yes we sang. loud and most likely off key.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-116102913175576948?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/116102913175576948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=116102913175576948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116102913175576948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/116102913175576948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-alli-nall.html' title='i&apos;m alli nall.'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115990256908730331</id><published>2006-10-03T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:30:48.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>arrrgghh</title><content type='html'>so i went to best buy today to see if they could fix my computor, it got fried in a lightening storm we have.&lt;br /&gt;good news: they can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;bad news: it's going to take 2-4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;this means i have to wait until christmas. so if you guys want to get a hold of me, you will have to use the old fashioned way...the cell phone, because i'll only be online when i go to a place that has wireless. i'm very frustrated. god hurt my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;in a way this is good because i won't be online 247/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone tell me why technology hates me so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115990256908730331?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115990256908730331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115990256908730331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115990256908730331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115990256908730331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/10/arrrgghh.html' title='arrrgghh'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115915528524701299</id><published>2006-09-24T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:48:33.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a sunday at GV</title><content type='html'>mars hill in the morning...of course.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the fire alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cookies and cream coffee and a road trip with kimmy to get to muskegon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/400/Picture%20063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and larry the llama. and yes i feared that he would spit on me...he kept getting closer and closer...or is that a camel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally got to muskegon, where we....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bowled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ran over kimmy in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun day!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and case any of you were wondering, i'm allergic to the detergent all. and i'm thinking that i am because i had kimmy wash a pair of my jeans in it and now my legs have hives. it's kindof like i ran through a field at midnight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115915528524701299?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115915528524701299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115915528524701299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115915528524701299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115915528524701299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-at-gv.html' title='a sunday at GV'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115881465489629257</id><published>2006-09-21T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:57:34.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>three peas in a pod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so the era of ash, shell, and alli has come to a halt. we are still there, but now we are no longer together. (tear) it amazes me how we came together. let me give you the back story...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've known ash since fourth grade when she walked into our sunday school class with her short boy hair cut. she had glasses and the three clips in her hair. we have gone through middle school, high school, boys, and a war over who'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s friend she would be in middle school. obviously in the end, i won. through all the dorky outfits, the zits (that she never got), the transitions and changes...everything. i'm extremely blessed to know her and call her my bf!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;michelle is a different story. i grew up by her when i moved in second grade. i've gone to school with her, she was the tomboy in elementary school (you can laugh, i do) and honestly i thought she was stuck up. she was friends with some of the girls who i thought were snotty so i didn't think of her. in sixth grade ashley and i went on a trip with the orchestra, shell went too, we don't even remember her being there. it wasn't until freshman year in high school when i finally spent some time with her. (she was with tony then, we didn't know about him til a year later) then it wasn't unt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;il sophomore year when we were stuck in the same lunch all by ourselves that we started to get closer. then three years later we are closer, we ran a marathon together, and i know pretty much everything there is to know about her. and the only time we have ever fought was when she told me to shut up, which i did. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so that's the back story. i miss them. no more ash, shell, and al time; until they can drive over here to grand valley. hopefully we can take a trip together soon, to a disclosed destination that only the three of us know about. i love them and they are like my sisters. we're fraternal triplets, cause we don't look alike. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's our history. we love us and all of our craziness. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i heart you ash and shell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115881465489629257?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115881465489629257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115881465489629257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115881465489629257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115881465489629257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-peas-in-pod.html' title='three peas in a pod...'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115818240729263837</id><published>2006-09-13T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T17:20:17.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>picture time...cause i don't want to study.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a view from the marathon.&lt;br /&gt;when i see it, it brings back all of the emotions that i can't explain, but shell, rhonda, and amanda know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is our shock while we are watching house and the kid was digging in his neck to get a chip from aliens, but there really was a chip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so katie already put this on blog...but right now it's my favorite picture and my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now family is good to be stupid with...cause they'll love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;but i act dumb and retarded and make an idiot of myself 24/7 but i have fun so i'm all right with that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in this picture though, i had to take it; but there are more of them!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two words...self timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(beth is giving me bunny ears...trying to recreate the rhino.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's basically my older sister...basically.                                    my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/Picture%20036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/Picture%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls....well some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's coming home this weekend?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115818240729263837?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115818240729263837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115818240729263837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115818240729263837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115818240729263837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/09/picture-timecause-i-dont-want-to-study.html' title='picture time...cause i don&apos;t want to study.'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115786572841590827</id><published>2006-09-10T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:22:08.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so after a very long day, i have decided to sit down and tell you all that i have an idea of what i want to do. i am going to major in social work, that has not changed at all. in class the other day we were talking about eating disorders and we watched a video about some girls in a treatment center, and then it just clicked. that's what i am going to do. i want to work at a treatment center for girls and guys with eating disorders and help them get better. yes i know that it will be awful, and yes i know that it will be emotionally and probably very hard to do handle some days. but right now this is where i feel god leading me. the whole point for why i want to be a social worker is to help people. that is my passion. i just did it with my roommates who broke up with both of their stupid boys, (sorry guys but you do some really retarded things :). i like to make people feel better about themselves and make them laugh and basically spread the joy. so right now this is my dream and i'm pretty excited about it. this could mean that i could end up in alaska for all i know because i have no idea where the nearest treatment center is located. and you know what? i'm very excited. very little pay, working with children and teenagers who are literally killing themselves, and changing lives all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115786572841590827?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115786572841590827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115786572841590827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115786572841590827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115786572841590827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-after-very-long-day-i-have-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115742030129951769</id><published>2006-09-04T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:38:21.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm serious...this is important.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/Picture%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/400/Picture%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115742030129951769?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115742030129951769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115742030129951769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115742030129951769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115742030129951769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-seriousthis-is-important.html' title='i&apos;m serious...this is important.'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-115638898696069179</id><published>2006-08-23T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:51:24.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my dorm room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/dorm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/dorm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dani and i in our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here!! right now it seems natural which is a good thing. i went to rivertown tonight with my suitemates, maggie and kimmy, and caleb ortega. i ran into him in the bookstore today when i was buying my books. we walked around the mall and then saw pulse, and ate at panara. classes start on monday and i have nine books for four classes. that's insane. here are pictures of my dorm room. i'm in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;getting there and we had to loft the beds. hard work and very sweaty. but i held my own and carried the bed over my head. yeah me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/dorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/dorm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/dorm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/dorm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the after. it's a lot neater than it actually looks. and bigger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/college1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/400/college1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me, dani, maggie, and kimmy; we have fun and we are weird. can you tell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-115638898696069179?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/115638898696069179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=115638898696069179' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115638898696069179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/115638898696069179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dorm-room.html' title='my dorm room'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-114826646898657338</id><published>2006-05-21T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:54:28.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/000_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/000_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're officially freshman all over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grand valley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;central&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;central&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;those schools will never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-114826646898657338?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/114826646898657338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=114826646898657338' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114826646898657338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114826646898657338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-here.html' title='it&apos;s here...'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-114712645432175830</id><published>2006-05-08T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:14:14.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it was amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/100_1686.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/100_1686.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;and WE DID IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M SORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-114712645432175830?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/114712645432175830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=114712645432175830' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114712645432175830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114712645432175830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-amazing.html' title='it was amazing...'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-114446579122988011</id><published>2006-04-07T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:28:22.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"You'll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/100_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/200/100_0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;so with my senior year winding down i will have to say that now i feel ready to leave. high school was great but walking through the halls now i feel so much older then everyone else around me; like i know things about life that everyone else has yet to experience. don't get me wrong high school was fun. i was sheltered, protected, and taken care of by my parents who gave me everything i could ever want and then they gave me more. now even though there is a chance that i may be all alone next year, i am excited. i know for a fact that this is where god wants me and what i am supposed to do with my life. knowing that makes me less scared and nervous about the future; because the future is something that i struggle with. knowing exactly where i will be, who i will be, and what i will be doing three years from now and wanting control of my life; i have to give that to god and "not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow has enough troubles for itself." i am an independent person, i have been my whole life. i tend to do things on my own and i am fully capable of being by myself; i know that. the fourteen year old girl who entered freshman year is leaving completly changed. i am not the same person, i don't have the same friends, and i know more about who i am and what my purpose is. that to me is something that i will always have, whether i live here in saginaw or over in grand rapids. change is everywhere in my life and my family right now. i am able to face it and overcome it because i know that i will never have to face things on my own. i grew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-114446579122988011?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/114446579122988011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=114446579122988011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114446579122988011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114446579122988011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/04/youll-never-find-peace-of-mind-until.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ll never find peace of mind until you listen to your heart.&quot;'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-114040620537963325</id><published>2006-02-19T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:37:20.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so this past weekend i came to remember something that i took for granted, that god is with me yesterday, today and tomorrow; so that means that next year i'm not alone and he is watching out for me. so as i came to realize this i found a song, that i will probably be playing a lot over the next few years. now you all can make fun of me but this song means a lot: my cousin listened to it while she was in paris and though i am not in paris i will be living 3 hours away; which will be hard for me. it is called "home" by michael buble (kierstin's favorite right now) and there is a line in it that melts my heart when i hear it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know just why you could not come along with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause this was not your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so that is my song for now, as i figure out my classes and housing. i am scared beyond belief but it helps to know that you are here and "cheering" me on. Snowdoubt is this weekend and i am so excited: for the worship, learning, friends, and the talent show. it will be the best one ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so good night and have a good 4 day week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-114040620537963325?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/114040620537963325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=114040620537963325' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114040620537963325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/114040620537963325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/02/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-113882416677918171</id><published>2006-02-01T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:29:58.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nearly midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've always believed that life is like a rollercoaster with all of the ups and downs. lately everything seems to be a downward spiral. senior year is all about change and getting ready for college. i have never felt it more than now. i want to be the person that god wants me to be but i am human. i've never needed him so much but felt at a loss for words when i confront him. life is not perfect, (or we would all be happy and probably naked) and i know that, but i have been lucky with what little i have had to go through in life. i have everything that i could ever want and more; the perfect small family where we all get along, the guy who understands me better then myself, the friends where there is hardly any fights, i got to hand select my college; and i am eternally thankful for all of this. so why do i keep messing everything up; because i'm human and i can't do it on my own. but why cant i be there for the people i love the most; even when i want to more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-113882416677918171?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/113882416677918171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=113882416677918171' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/113882416677918171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/113882416677918171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2006/02/nearly-midnight.html' title='nearly midnight'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19852198.post-113608861974570582</id><published>2005-12-31T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:10:35.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/1600/100_1183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4779/1973/320/100_1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a bridesmaid!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my cousin's wedding!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on june 16 2007!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;@ the hope college chapel!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there we are, and she is going to be beautiful and i will be living 20 minutes away from her next year, so i can help her with everything. i am so excited, i almost cried when she asked me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19852198-113608861974570582?l=runneralli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/feeds/113608861974570582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19852198&amp;postID=113608861974570582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/113608861974570582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19852198/posts/default/113608861974570582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runneralli.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah.html' title='YEAH!!!'/><author><name>alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594131948030752000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
