<?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-4971180533154866923</id><updated>2011-08-15T11:04:36.867-07:00</updated><category term='school'/><category term='activities'/><category term='Family'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Mandy's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-5395477661011121254</id><published>2010-11-17T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:39:14.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH I"M SICK!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness gracious I can't stand being sick! My nose feels like an over stuffed suitcase, my throat feels like I have swallowed a cup of nails, and I'm pretty sure my body was run over by a truck! I haven't blogged lately, it's kind of depressing! I work a lot but nearly enough. My grades are still really good, I brought home honor roll :) my mommy was very proud! Lately my friend group has expanded. I'm now friends with Kelly Hogan! We've became extremely close! Chelsea, Kelly, and I are probably the best three friends ever! I think it's wonderful the way we all get along. Kelly and I's relationship was recently pushed to the max but we talked it out and over came it :) It showed both of us that our friendship is a true one! I'm going to go take some medicine and die in bed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-5395477661011121254?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5395477661011121254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh-im-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/5395477661011121254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/5395477661011121254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/ugh-im-sick.html' title='UGH I&quot;M SICK!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-2451920472055324050</id><published>2010-11-06T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:49:27.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, it is November already. This morning I got to see the first snow fall :) I love snow so much! It actually is bringing tears to my eyes thinking about winter! Winter is so beautiful! I look forward to it every school year! I can't wait for 3 inches to be outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-2451920472055324050?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2451920472055324050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/2451920472055324050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/2451920472055324050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/11/november.html' title='November!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-7587332952048014695</id><published>2010-09-11T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:26:51.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>About two weeks ago I started my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophomore year.&lt;/span&gt; Talk about fun! This year is going to be wonderful. I have already met a lot new friends and hope to meet many more. The classes are pretty easy, but the freshmen are ridiculous. They stand in the middle of the hallway! I don't enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who a girl I've known since grade one works at the same place I do. We haven't even talked since like grade three, well now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I LOVE HER!&lt;/span&gt; She's so nice and fun to be around! I really enjoy laughing with her! Well I'm going to clean nowww. By bloggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-7587332952048014695?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7587332952048014695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/7587332952048014695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/7587332952048014695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/09/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-8716714743626580344</id><published>2010-08-27T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:50:14.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one for summer.</title><content type='html'>So I know I said I'd right on Sunday but I can't I'm busy so today it is. We are going to do this in steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Pay Check.&lt;br /&gt;I got my very first pay check today! I was so excited! All the hours I put in was so worth it, I can't wait to work more and now I realize how amazing it is! Not to mention at work today, I worked with a really amazing girl, we stood around talking the whole time, about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boysss&lt;/span&gt;! Our best subject! We always have fun at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of summer.&lt;br /&gt;My summer has ended. I got my school schedule, I don't have any classes with any of my friends. This year is going to be fun, at least I hope so. I loved always having a best friend in each class. Not this year, I have to make new friends! I'm not very good at that. I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; at it actually. I'll try hard and I'll tell you all about it! Any who, so to end summer I stayed over my cousin's house for the very last time, I went to this amazing lunch with all of my girls! It was so much fun I wanted to cry because we had such a great time. I also shopped tons! Who doesn't shop before school. I guess everything else I did was either work or get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;School is in two days, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOPHMORE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; It should be a fun year!  I can't really say much yet becasue I don't know what to expect or any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyssss!&lt;/span&gt; I recently just reconciled with a close friend that is a boy. In the past there was feelings, I don't know what I want out of it or what he wants. For now I'm enjoying being single. Girls it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; to be single. You don't have to have a boy to be happy! That's a lie, I've never been happier. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt; I'll keep you guys posted on whether anything happens with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2010 has had some great times and memories! But school year 2010-2011 will have more great times and memories. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-8716714743626580344?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8716714743626580344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-one-for-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/8716714743626580344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/8716714743626580344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-one-for-summer.html' title='Last one for summer.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-1877843765214851057</id><published>2010-08-20T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T06:30:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010 :D</title><content type='html'>Summer is almost over, I have a little over a week left. I don't know if I'm more sad that it's over, or more excited to tell people all about it. This summer was so amazing! I experienced a lot, and challenged myself. The things I did this summer were so not me! I guess that's a good thing. My friends opened me up to a completely new world. My job made me grow maturity and taught me life lessons. My family helped me realize that no matter what we are always a family. Summer is all about the memories, well summer 2010 gave me plenty! Sophmore year is approaching so fast, it's insane that I want school to come. I want school because the faster we get through classes and the boring stuff, the quicker the fun stuff comes. Summer 2011 :D Summer 2010 has a week left and I'm going to live it up!! PARTY! I think sooooo!!! Starts tonight with my girlss :) and ends next Sunday in bed typing to you all about the last week of summer and the next day being school! See you soon bloggggyyy :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARTY TIME!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-1877843765214851057?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1877843765214851057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-2010-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/1877843765214851057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/1877843765214851057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-2010-d.html' title='Summer 2010 :D'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-1695700279256977903</id><published>2010-08-15T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:51:47.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changeee.</title><content type='html'>I've decided to make  CHANGE. A huge one, This is so unlike me. I want to stop swearing and become less socially awkward. I can't stand being the girl that can't be in a crowd without blotching up or the one that say something stupid in the worst times. It sucks, bad! The whole swearing thing is just so that I don't slip at work or in school. Also because it's gross when every other word out of my mouth is a filthy swear word. I really hope it will work. I want to have friends all way through high school. It's going to be hard but I'm going to give it my hardest. I want to change, I can change. I hope soo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-1695700279256977903?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1695700279256977903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/changeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/1695700279256977903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/1695700279256977903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/changeee.html' title='Changeee.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-4280954832421088984</id><published>2010-08-13T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:01:34.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loserrrr....</title><content type='html'>Heyyy ya'll. It's Friday the 13th!!! AHHHHHHHH!! I'm a freak I know. I have the most exciting Friday planned ever, are you ready for this, I don't think you are, that's right you're not, neither am I. I have nothing at all planned. My best friend is on vacation,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my Colton loving best friend!&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait for her to come home. I got my first job and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt; It's so perfect, I work with the best girls and I love what I do, make smoothies and coffee. LOL! It's crazy my summer is almost over! I didn't even do anything exciting. I spent the first half of it at my cousin's house, when I say first half I mean I came home once a week for like 3 hours and went back. It was so much fun though, I have the best of memories from it. Then for the last month I've spent it with Chelsea. Not complaining in any way! We had so much fun on our day trips to the wave pool or the local pool, we just always have fun. Then now I've had my job for a week and I've worked everyday since. Each summer though I have more and more memories. I look forward to summer, seeing my cousins every morning when I wake up. Their names are Stephanie and Chelsea. We aren't real cousins our families are the best of friends and we are amazingly close. I love them like sisters. Chelsea is a mini me! I love watching her grow up. We met through softball and she was so tiny, Stephanie is this same age as me. Those girls are always there for me always have been. We've seen each other through the toughest and most joyful of times. Their mom and step father are my closest family, I love that entire family. Man this summer actually has been a crazy one. Now that I think about it, man did my friends and I get into some crazy situations. I love my loser filled summerssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-4280954832421088984?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4280954832421088984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/loserrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/4280954832421088984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/4280954832421088984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/loserrrr.html' title='Loserrrr....'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-847366910389194148</id><published>2010-08-07T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:17:55.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend...</title><content type='html'>I've never experienced the real big best friend feeling, it could be because I was always mean to people. Several times I never even had a friend. One morning I woke up and decided I should change. I tried really hard, my friends would make fun of me and wouldn't help me. Then one day during fourth period I was my complete self while talking to a girl I've known since seventh grade but we weren't really friends. Her name is Chelsea Trygar, and she now is my true best friend. We spent ever fourth period laughing our asses off. If we saw each other in the hall we'd exchange an inside joke and laugh. I looked forward to going to that class. Then we started hanging out every weekend, and now at least twice a week. Chelsea is the perfect best friend. She has opened my eyes to so many new people. She has helped become such a nicer person, she is always there for more. i really love the feeling of a best friend, it is one feeling I hope to never loose. There isn't 5 minutes that goes past when I'm with Chelsea that we aren't laughing. She is so nice, she is always giving me compliment. Her and I make fun of each other and laugh, she never takes things to heart. She means so much to me, she's one of the prettiest girls I know. She for surely is the funniest girl, out of the entire world! I love you, Chelsea! You are such an amazing best friend to have! When you read this make sure after you check your allergies on pollen.com lol :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-847366910389194148?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/847366910389194148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/847366910389194148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/847366910389194148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-3966480535743610474</id><published>2010-08-06T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T05:16:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl thing.</title><content type='html'>I always wondered if the feeling I get in my gut is just a girl thing. I try my hardest to be a leader not a follower, yet I end up getting pulled into that crowd, does that happen to boys? I look my best when I leave then I doubt myself, do boys do that? I make a mistake and worry if someone will laugh at me, do boys worry? I'm 100% myself but I guess it's a girl thing. It takes over my body I can't do anything to change it. I wish I didn't have to deal with it. I wish no matter what my head held high, it's so hard though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-3966480535743610474?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3966480535743610474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-girl-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/3966480535743610474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/3966480535743610474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-girl-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a girl thing.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-7910702673402694602</id><published>2010-08-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:17:20.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Long Time...</title><content type='html'>I haven't payed the old blog a visit in over a year, man we have so much to catch up on.  I'm a sophmore now, this year was one of my best.  I made honor roll all four nine weeks, and today I started my very first job!  I'm going to try to blog more, I'm just so busy.  I went through a lot this year.  I can't wait to fill you in.  I'll see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-7910702673402694602?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7910702673402694602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/7910702673402694602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/7910702673402694602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-long-time.html' title='Holy Long Time...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-2345924398207984381</id><published>2009-06-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:26:51.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm a big kid now!</title><content type='html'>In 4 1/2 days I will be a Freshman! I'm very excited and nervous. The only good part of being a freshman is not being in 8th grade. I cannot believe I made it through the eighth grade, do you know how hard it is? Oh boy. I have the attention span of a ladybug so I can't really sit there and learn. This year I've had my own seat in the guidance office, it seemed liked I was there every 3 periods. I also had my share of trips to the office. Everyday the deans ding into class and something about that voice sends chills down my back. They always say " hey (teachers name) do you have (students name) Send him/her down" then it is always continued with a sea of "ohhhhhhhs." I also have defiantly had a lot of bad grades. Mainly in Algebra and English. Every time report cards are sent out my family and I get a chuckle out of the fact that I did better in Spanish then in my native language, English. Well I guess I better go study for my Algebra final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-2345924398207984381?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2345924398207984381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-big-kid-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/2345924398207984381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/2345924398207984381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big kid now!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-9192857117106749144</id><published>2009-05-30T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:37:22.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>The dog days of summer.</title><content type='html'>Summer hasn't even arrived and yet it sure does feel like it, and I'm not talking temperature. Well my Summer is usually consumed of softball, swimming, parties, Kennywood, and well of course more softball. I am a softball player. This is my 8th season and lets just say our teams worst. Our record is like 0-5, mean while last year we were division champions. Softball in the summer means hot games in the black catching gear, yes I do play catcher and left-center. It seems every year it just gets hotter! After a hot softball game mom usually cracks a cold one and we head on over to our friends house, who just happens to have a nice pool. They live 2 houses up so its not to far away. Well since I just did really well at my game I get rewarded a swim in the pool(: There pool is so refreshing. We do have a lot of parties in the summer. We start off the parting season with a huge Memorial extravaganza ,including food, volleyball, kickball, adult beverages for the adults, and ends in a camp out in the yard. We also have my birhday party in the summer since my birthday is July 22nd. That must have been my parents happiest day, ya right that day hasn't come yet its the day I move out. Well we also get atleats one trip to Kennywood in. Usually the annual Canonsburg day, which just happens to fall on my birthday this year. I cannot wait to ride the roller coasters. Oh I almoost forgot the best part about this summer is the fact that 3 days after my birthday I'm going to the... JONAS BROTHERS CONCERT!!!!!!!! Not for the first time but the second(: Yaaaaaaaay I cannot wait. Well got to go practice softball, see thats where the more softball comes in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-9192857117106749144?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9192857117106749144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/9192857117106749144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/9192857117106749144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='The dog days of summer.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-1992054431590785923</id><published>2009-05-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:34:12.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rule breaker:P</title><content type='html'>You know at school how there is these things called "rules"? Yeah well at my school we can't chew gum, can't have electronics, or fight. Well like they always say rules are made to be broken. Well today in 2nd period algebra we were playing a review game, and as usual I was chewing a fresh piece of Orbit gum and had my phone in my purse. Well we broke up in teams and I just happen to be with all smart people so i didn't do anything and sat there chewing my gum and my teacher comes over and makes me spit it out. Meanwhile like 75% of the class is chewing gum and she made me go to the back of the room and work alone. We're doing some square root junk and i was using my phone calculator and out of the blue she comes back and sits next to me. Then she saw me still working on a problem and calls on me out of no where I say " uhhh.. what is uhhh the square root of uhh 45 times 16" and she was like " NO, I need to see you after class." When the bell finally rang I walked up to her desk and man she was mad her words were " Do you think this is a joke? well its not its real life algebra you need to know this stuff got it take a more serious aproach blah blah" during her very important talk i was thinking what was for lunch in 2 periods and when she finished she asked the worst question " Do you understand?'" "of course I do I promise" it was the best thing i could think of. The only good part was that we had nachos for lunch ad there was a fight during lunch(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-1992054431590785923?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1992054431590785923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/rule-breakerp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/1992054431590785923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/1992054431590785923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/rule-breakerp.html' title='rule breaker:P'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-2210713196227924631</id><published>2009-05-25T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:37:04.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The "Lucky" one?</title><content type='html'>My friends all say "OMG your so lucky, your parents and brother all get along and are still together." I'm like "I guess" See you could say i'm a family girl. I love hanging out the famous porch that everyone sits on with my mom. Wow my mom is such a great lady she actually created this blog for me. She tries to be funny and her attempts to be funny are what makes us laugh. My dad on the other hand ya he is a great dad too. I'm always the one to make a joke about him but hes a really good sport about it all. Hes the owner of the BOD (bank of dad). Im always hitting him up for cash. Now dad doesn't joke he just laughs at EVERYTHING! I mean EVERYTHING! (: I also have an older brother, devin. He is 18 and heading off to college this fall. Don't tell him this but man i'l miss the heck out of him. Hes like my hero i always confied in him. We argue a lot. But hes a great brother. He comes to all of my sproting events and takes me out all the time. His jokes/ stories are so funny they make my ribs hurt from laughing. You know what i guess I am pretty darn lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-2210713196227924631?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2210713196227924631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/2210713196227924631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/2210713196227924631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky-one.html' title='The &quot;Lucky&quot; one?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4971180533154866923.post-3397443101987227734</id><published>2009-05-25T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:04:07.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>My name is Amanda Ringling and this is Mandy's musings. I'm 13-years-old and from Canonsburg. I started this blog for an 8th-grade English class project. The object is to explain what a blog is and maybe start blogging my daily life, events and random thoughts or opinions. The best thing about a blog is I have an opportunity to express my opinion whenever and whenever. Ah, you gotta love our first amendment right!&lt;br /&gt;So be sure to stop by every once in while to see what I'm up to and share your opinion too by commenting on the posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4971180533154866923-3397443101987227734?l=mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3397443101987227734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/3397443101987227734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4971180533154866923/posts/default/3397443101987227734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandyringsmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14422910663606036823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQ2lp6kxvaI/TFtfu1s9nPI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q6eA1XNNhiw/S220/DSC01224.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
