<?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-3155322897606420712</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:43:56.821-07:00</updated><category term='stir fry'/><category term='lemon'/><category term='muffins'/><category term='tequila'/><category term='mocha twists'/><category term='caramel'/><category term='thai noodles'/><category term='spices'/><category term='asian'/><category term='pies'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='tres leches'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='strawberries'/><category term='mocha'/><category term='margaritas'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='oppinions'/><category term='life'/><category term='milk'/><category term='raisins'/><category term='bananas'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='pecans'/><category term='short story'/><category term='bread'/><category term='hazelnuts'/><category term='religion'/><category term='veggies'/><category term='pasta'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='grilled chicken'/><category term='tea'/><category term='buttercream'/><category term='cake'/><category term='california'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='nuts'/><category term='banana bread'/><category term='cookie twists'/><title type='text'>Late at night,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-9022869572261794111</id><published>2008-01-13T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:55:26.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oppinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>We're all going to hell.</title><content type='html'>You know the one thing that will and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS &lt;/span&gt;tearing this world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apart&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that we are all so free to choose. How many arguments, fights, disputes, WARS have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; because of this form of living? Like last night, for example. Yeah ... there were way too many beers that contributed to the argument, but either way, this topic just sets people off. It's the one thing that no one is ever going to agree with .. ever. Beliefs upon beliefs, religion will never come to peace with anybody, no matter how much you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put my word here. What I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something out there. There has to be. Our bodies are full of running veins, a heart that gives us life, a brain that pretty much makes us who we are. No human being could have ever create something like this. Something like us. So what is it? What is out there? We will never know. No one was around to tell us. So how the fuck do people follow religion with no form of proof? With so much assurance? For hope, I'm assuming. Hope that one wont just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; after our clock stops ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised a catholic girl. Went to church and everything as a little girl. But that was then. Whatever mom told me, it had to be true. I'm not stupid anymore. So don't try to put shit in my head. I'm going to believe what I'm going to believe. You don't have the responsibility to make me think what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-9022869572261794111?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9022869572261794111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=9022869572261794111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/9022869572261794111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/9022869572261794111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-all-going-to-hell.html' title='We&apos;re all going to hell.'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-3699409176105481369</id><published>2008-01-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:38:25.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>Well, well. I came back to this. &lt;br /&gt;I was actually using word press, but the piece of shit doesn't really let me costumize it the way I want it without paying. Fuck that, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh how lovely, my food. I haven't baked OR cooked anything in a while. When I do, I usually don't take pictures anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... my life has been full of adventures. Or however the way you want to see it. I will update on basically everything later. Gotta go to work! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah .... HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-3699409176105481369?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3699409176105481369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=3699409176105481369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/3699409176105481369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/3699409176105481369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-9075114455842008685</id><published>2007-06-28T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:00:41.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caramel'/><title type='text'>Spice Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>These are some Spice Cupcakes I made yesterday with a caramel frosting, topped off with some hazelnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/spice-cupcakes.html' title='Spice Cupcakes'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-2560488649507545942</id><published>2007-06-15T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:02:10.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buttercream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tres leches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocha'/><title type='text'>Mocha Cupcakes and Tres Leches Cake With Strawberries</title><content type='html'>Mocha Cupcakes with buttercream frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres Leches Cake with Strawberry Syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo015.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo016.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/PictureorVideo017.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-2560488649507545942?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2560488649507545942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=2560488649507545942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/2560488649507545942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/2560488649507545942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/mocha-cupcakes-and-tres-leches-cake.html' title='Mocha Cupcakes and Tres Leches Cake With Strawberries'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-4946484743016725016</id><published>2007-06-05T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:32:18.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic!</title><content type='html'>I have been extremely busy these past couple of weeks. And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for desserting this place. There has been a lot going on my life right. One is finally done and over with. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ATA&lt;/span&gt; (Arts Technology Academy) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Portfolio&lt;/span&gt; Review was today. It was very tiring. I was one of the leaders of the a group. I basically had to lead a group around to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;designated&lt;/span&gt; student display area. The group would review their work and rate and give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;constructive&lt;/span&gt; criticism. I, obviously, didn't get the group that reviewed my work. But I didn't have to leave my group to go to my area and give a 3 minute speech and a quick overview of my work before they reviewed it. After I was done, I went straight back to my group. My goodness, some of these people were harsh. We did want your honest opinion but this isn't a professional art critique for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christ's&lt;/span&gt; sake! We are just high school students trying to develop a decent amount of skills! I had a quick chance to look at my sheet, and I was pretty happy. I guess they liked my work. The highest overall grade was a 4 and that's exactly what I got. I didn't get a chance to take a picture of my display area, but I will tomorrow. That is if it's still up! Poor Keith. His video got spat on. He was unlucky to have an old lady. His video had a lot of violence so there was no way it was going to go pass her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I have been gone was due to the amount of work that is getting piled up on us these last two weeks. Graduation is just around the corner, and all this last minute stuff is getting up to my neck. I have 2 projects to complete by next week and I'm not even 1/4 way done. Procrastination? Yes. I am also no longer working on the weekends. Amanda quit, so I got her night shift during the week. So my days go from school, home for about 3o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, then work. Its kind of good in a way because I finally have my weekends to go out. There are so many things I wanted to do. And hang out with people I haven't kicked it with in a while. It should be good, and especially now that summer is just in two weeks. I can not wait until graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, my art teacher had to go into surgery. I had made her a get well soon card but it just wasn't coming out right. So instead I did what I did best. Baked! I baked her these sweet Mocha cupcakes. I will post pictures of those soon! And the recipe of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-4946484743016725016?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4946484743016725016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=4946484743016725016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/4946484743016725016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/4946484743016725016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/06/hectic.html' title='Hectic!'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-4763701154628778687</id><published>2007-05-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:27:44.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocha twists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mocha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookie twists'/><title type='text'>Mocha Twists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RlZysGhXgMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_PbG4_pf7c4/s1600-h/IMG_7643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068364532642447554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="323" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RlZysGhXgMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_PbG4_pf7c4/s400/IMG_7643.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm pretty sure all of you coffee drinkers don't just drink coffee by itself. I mean, you have to have something with it, right? Wether it might be some toast, cake, or light cookies. Well in this cake, I have some cookies. With a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out to be the perfect tool for dipping in coffee. Or, if you're not a coffee drinker, some milk! Doesn't matter. I also made a sweet cocoa glaze that for the cookies to be dipped in, and set as a glaze. It all goes with the flow. This recipe was pretty easy, and everyone seemed to like them. Unfortunatly, I didn't make enough, due to the cause that I ran out of sugar. Yes, isn't that a nightmare?! No sugar!! Thank goodness a supermarket is always nearby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup of butter, softened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2/3 sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tbps. unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp. instant coffee crystals &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 tsp. baking powder &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 1/4 cups of AP flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 recipe of Cocoa Glaze (recipe in directions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a mixing bowl, beat butter on medium to high speed for 30 seconds. Add sugar, cocoa powder, coffee crystals, baking powder, and salt; beat until combined. Beat in egg and vanilla. Beat in as much flour as you can with mixer. Using wooden spoon, sitr in remaining flour. Divide dough in half; wrap. Freeze for about 40 mins or until easy to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RlZzc2hXgNI/AAAAAAAAABE/IB4_AFMv5g8/s1600-h/IMG_7644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068365370161070290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RlZzc2hXgNI/AAAAAAAAABE/IB4_AFMv5g8/s400/IMG_7644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Preheat oven to 375F. Dicide each dough half into 24 pieces. On lightly floured surface, roll each dough piece in 6-inch ropes. Twist two ropes together; pinch end to seal. Place ropes 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheets. Bake about 8 minutes or until edges are firm. Cool on cookie sheets for 5 minutes. Transefer to wire racks and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dip one end of each twist in Cocoa Glaze, allowing excess to drip off. Place on waxed paper until set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocoa Glaze: In a bowl combine 2 cups powdered sugar, 1 tbsp. unsweetened cocoa powder, and enough milke (about 3 tbsp.) to make glaze consistency. Makes about 3/4 cup. Cookies make about 24 twists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-4763701154628778687?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4763701154628778687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=4763701154628778687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/4763701154628778687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/4763701154628778687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/mocha-twists.html' title='Mocha Twists'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RlZysGhXgMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_PbG4_pf7c4/s72-c/IMG_7643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-5271614754031806257</id><published>2007-05-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T18:46:06.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon'/><title type='text'>Lemon Cream Cake - take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkpcmmhXgKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hyXzw8TcLR8/s1600-h/IMG_7435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064962549176828066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkpcmmhXgKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hyXzw8TcLR8/s400/IMG_7435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did end up baking this cake (again) for my friend's 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I did not have any time to research and look up good cake recipes, so I just went ahead and went with what everyone told me about it. The people loved it, so I guess it was it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really lucky enough to have a lemon tree next door. I'm even luckier to have my grandparent's living next door. When I go to their house, my usual greeting would be something in the lines of, "Going to the back for some lemons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;, cookies! Hi grandma!". Don't you just love your grandparents? I seriously don't know what I would do with out them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the cake was faster process coming in the second time. Mostly due to the fact that I had all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; ready from my previous try. I still ended up baking it a day before (Friday), which was just me trying to be cautious. On Saturday, right after work, I went straight to the fridge to see if my cake was still there. I had gotten a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;note card&lt;/span&gt; and written in with big red letters, "DO NOT EAT", and tapped it on the container.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkpgnWhXgLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/krAiMwIcLOg/s1600-h/IMG_7437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064966960108241074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkpgnWhXgLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/krAiMwIcLOg/s400/IMG_7437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You never know with my brothers around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt;. They don't care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; it is, or what it is. If they're hungry, they'll eat it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, my cake was still in the spot where I had left it before. I took it out and sprinkled it with a little powdered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt; for a nice decoration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I left to my friend's house a couple of minutes after. I couldn't stay long (had some visitors at my place), so I just had time to give her the cake, a hug, and a little chat. I haven't had the chance to ask her if she liked it or not. She better have though. The recipe is in the previous entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to the great Hometown Buffet with Eunice on Thursday. I can not wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-5271614754031806257?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5271614754031806257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=5271614754031806257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/5271614754031806257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/5271614754031806257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/lemon-cream-cake-take-2.html' title='Lemon Cream Cake - take 2'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkpcmmhXgKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hyXzw8TcLR8/s72-c/IMG_7435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-6532451986711680522</id><published>2007-05-10T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:16:40.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head you're all brand new, I guess you're really all the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;People watching. It's something I do without even noticing. It's a very interesting thing to do. I find myself getting to know who these people really are without speaking one word to them. Just by their movements, the way they look, they way the speak, the way move about. It may seem creepy to some, but its really not. Its not like you're following every minute of someone's life, just a couple of seconds. It's always a great way to relax. Release yourself from your own life problems. You see this man walking briskly down the street, and you can make up a whole life story for the guy. I now just wonder what people think about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkPyhjjkLBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h_OLGYIzhpU/s1600-h/IMG_7343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063157064388586514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkPyhjjkLBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h_OLGYIzhpU/s400/IMG_7343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been having these rapid mood swings. I don't even get them when I'm expecting my period, so its weird. With any little thing someone says to me, I get all butt hurt. I won't say anything, but I will dwell on all day when I'm by myself. I wake up the next morning and think so differently. I would feel stupid for feeling that way I did the day before. All I ask from some of you, is to be nice to me a few days. You never know when I will let everything out of these days, and I know it won't be pretty! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw "the" boy today. I was walking with a friend and he just jumps in front of me and "scares" me. It was too cute. I just don't know what to do. I feel like I should go for it. You know? I mean, what do I got to loose? We only live once!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been thinking alot about my image lately. I'm 5'7" and wheigh 147 pounds. I feel like a monster. I've been on a diet before, and lost tons of weight. But now, more than ever, I feel huge. I'm never satisfied with myself. I've begun to plan out a diet. I want to at least loose 10 more pounds by July. I want to be in the 130s. Let's see how that goes with me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about the cake. The Lemon Cream Cake that I was doing. Everyone loved it. Everyone loved except me. You are worst critic, you know. I don't know. I'm a perfectionist when comes to creating something. There was something about the cake that bothered me. No one else seemed to complain, so I guess that was good. Sorry, no pictures! But here is the recipe:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 3/4 cup cake flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 egg yolks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tablespoon lemon zest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 egg whites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 cup white sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup heavy whipping cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 1/2 cups lemon pie filling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 slices lemon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). In a large bowl, combine flour, baking powder, salt, and 1/2 cup sugar. Add oil,egg yolks, water and lemon rind. Beat with an electric mixer until smooth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a small bowl, beat egg whites and cream of tartar until peaks form. Gradually add 3/4 cup sugar, and beat until very stiff and shiny peaks form. Fold 1/3 of the whites into the batter, then quickly fold in remaining whites until no streaks remain. Turn batter into ungreased 10 inch tube pan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 60 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Invert cake and cool completely in pan. When cool, loosen edges and shake pan to remove cake. To Make Filling: Beat cream to stiff peaks. Fold in lemon filling. Chill until stiff. To Assemble Cake: Slice cake horizontally into 3 equal layers. Fill layers with 1/3 cup of filling. Spread remaining filling on top layer. Decorate with lemon slices.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't have cake flour. Maybe that was it! Yeah, that was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-6532451986711680522?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6532451986711680522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=6532451986711680522&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/6532451986711680522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/6532451986711680522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-my-head-youre-all-brand-new-i-guess.html' title='In my head you&apos;re all brand new, I guess you&apos;re really all the same.'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RkPyhjjkLBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h_OLGYIzhpU/s72-c/IMG_7343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-7177880787195501431</id><published>2007-05-08T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:22:23.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on Baby Jo</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty okay, so far. Summer is just inches away. I can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; going smoothly, but its not going too bad. I think I might have a new "crush". I don't know. I said I was going to be done with those and just settle for the real thing. But I can't help it. My heart flips &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he says hi. He seems like a real sweet guy. He didn't get to go to the movies with my friend and I the other day (but gave us a ride, none the less), so I missed my chance into really getting to know him. I don't know, we'll see how that goes with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Spider-Man 3 &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; as horrible as everyone tends to say. At least in my opinion. It wasn't amazing either, so I'll put it that way. I have been a huge comic books/Spider-Man fan for years, and this movie may not have been the best, but it also wasn't the worst. I would probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you to catch a matinee if you get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to go to Olive Garden a couple of days ago. I'm killer for Italian food, and Olive Garden is one of my favorite spots. But let me tell you, dessert was the best. Its always the best part of me, at least. I ordered their Lemon Cream Cake and it was just orgasmic. I just loved it. When I got home, I was curious to see if I could find their recipe. And voila, I did! I jumped in joy. Liana's birthday is on Mother's Day, so this is where my cake comes in. I decided to bake two, as a matter of fact. One for my mom (Mother's Day of course) and one for Liana. I am currently on a test run, so one is in the oven as we speak. Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-7177880787195501431?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7177880787195501431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=7177880787195501431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/7177880787195501431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/7177880787195501431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-has-been-pretty-okay-so-far.html' title='An update on Baby Jo'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-867400233128763128</id><published>2007-04-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:45:48.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pecans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hazelnuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raisins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bananas'/><title type='text'>Banana Bread</title><content type='html'>Banana Bread with raisins, pecans, and hazelnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7178.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7180.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7181.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7182.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7183.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7185.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-867400233128763128?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/867400233128763128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=867400233128763128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/867400233128763128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/867400233128763128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/banana-bread.html' title='Banana Bread'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-8469406548591359442</id><published>2007-04-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:57:33.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's scorchin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, I love this air. This warm air. The sun is finally shining down on us during the day. I was really missing the summer aroma. There is nothing more perfect than the Californian 80 degree weather. Yeah, we are in a desperate need of rain. But please, I sure am not. I may be a white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skinned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; girl who can't tan for shit, but the the sunny rays are what I need the most. Gloomy days make me so depressed. Who don't they make depressed? You can do so much more things when the sun is out. And there is another excuse for me to go summer shopping! I need to fill my closet with cute skirts and shorts this year. I really need an update. There is so much clothing that I need to throw out. Or maybe send them to thrift stores, which will put them to better use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Enough of that. I've been looking through my recipe scrap books, and I've decided to set a challenge for myself. There are so many recipes that I still have yet to try. My excuse at the moment is time. But I can assure you once summer really rolls around, I will have plenty of it. I'm going to try to cook and bake something new each week. I have so many delicious recipes that I just can't wait to try out. But let me tell you, I will make this summer a cooking and baking extravaganza. Just you wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time. I still have some pictures that I need to edit. So look out for some goodies soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-8469406548591359442?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8469406548591359442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=8469406548591359442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/8469406548591359442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/8469406548591359442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-scorchin.html' title='It&apos;s scorchin!'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-1741185311752117715</id><published>2007-04-25T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:12:52.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>007: Diamonds are Forever</title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Prom was last weekend. Over and done with. Getting ready for it was the frustrating part. I practically starved myself the whole day just for the occassion. My hair turned out nicely, so I was happy. To sum everything up, here are pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="445" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7231.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="453" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7228.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="245" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7227.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. You always have to take pictures of yourself right after you dolled yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="322" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7232.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="314" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7233.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="383" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7234.jpg" width="437" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="467" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7235.jpg" width="335" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="476" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7236.jpg" width="324" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="338" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7238.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="316" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7240.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="363" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7241.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="388" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7242.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="355" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7243.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7246.jpg" width="423" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="373" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7247.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="337" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7245.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up the rest of my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-1741185311752117715?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1741185311752117715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=1741185311752117715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/1741185311752117715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/1741185311752117715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/007-diamonds-are-forever.html' title='007: Diamonds are Forever'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-1283939277288159847</id><published>2007-04-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:53:52.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/20</title><content type='html'>Let's rolllll those budsssszzz, homie! 4/20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I don't do that crap, so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is tomorrow, guys! I really don't know what to expect. And I can tell you I really don't feel all that ready yet. There is so much to do tomorrow, that you don't even know. To be honest with you, I'm not all that excited or looking forward to it. I went last year, and it wasn't all that great. Yeah, I know, it's Senior year ... but still. I almost didn't go. I don't have a date either, so my motivation to look pretty is really low. I will tell you this though, I can't wait for the food and the post prom stuff that will go down. Which reminds me, I got to charge my camera. I hope I remember to do that later on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate this weather. I had to walk home in the rain today. No umbrella or jacket. How fucked up is that? Seriously. Had to get home quickly too, I have to leave to work in about 20 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-1283939277288159847?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1283939277288159847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=1283939277288159847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/1283939277288159847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/1283939277288159847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/420.html' title='4/20'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-1461610392745423312</id><published>2007-04-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:31:25.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilled chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stir fry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thai noodles'/><title type='text'>Thai Sesame Noodles</title><content type='html'>Feeling in the mood for some Asian flavor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/03-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/05-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy the noodles already packed with the oriental spices. And you can also buy the packaged stir fry veggies in the frozen section of your supermarket. I like to saute the vegatables in Italien dressing to liven them up a bit. Very tasty indeed! We had grilled chicken left over from the weekend, so why not add it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-1461610392745423312?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1461610392745423312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=1461610392745423312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/1461610392745423312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/1461610392745423312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/thai-sesame-noodles.html' title='Thai Sesame Noodles'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-4610016774527365171</id><published>2007-04-16T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:58:30.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's take a stroll baby, and stop by at the diner!</title><content type='html'>Some of you may not know, but one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aspirations&lt;/span&gt;/dreams is to open my own classic 50's Diner. Or maybe some sort of ice cream parlor with pastry sweets. Some of you may know that my spirit is stuck in that era, and I live my lifestyle different to others. I've always thought it would be neat to have a place like that of my own, were people could come in to hang and have a classic chocolate malt with their honey. But that's just what it is. A dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of diners, anyone going to catch Guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fieri's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_dv/episode/0,3151,FOOD_29156_50504,00.html"&gt;Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the food network? My god. My stomach growled through out the whole episode last night. The classic American grub has got to be the best of all. It premieres on the 23rd if anyone wants to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off of that. My spring break is over. Let me tell you that one week isn't enough. I dread going back to school after a break. I woke up late this morning, so I had like a quick rush 5 minute shower. No time to do my hair, which is the most important part in my mornings. When hair time is removed in my mornings, expect a pissed Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to enjoy some of my break time though. This past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to see The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adicts&lt;/span&gt; for the first time. Let me tell you, it was by far the best show I've ever been to. They were at The Vault in Long Beach. I came back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; sore. I had only but 2 hours of sleep that night, since I had to wake up early the next morning for work. To top that off, I had another show the next night. I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nekromantix's&lt;/span&gt; CD release show in Hollywood. I had a blast there, of course, like any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nekromantix&lt;/span&gt; show. I was all bruised up, but no worries. I had a damn good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-4610016774527365171?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4610016774527365171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=4610016774527365171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/4610016774527365171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/4610016774527365171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-take-stroll-baby-and-stop-by-at.html' title='Let&apos;s take a stroll baby, and stop by at the diner!'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-2829244766847482180</id><published>2007-04-10T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:32:16.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tequila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margaritas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><title type='text'>Strawberries GALORE!</title><content type='html'>There is one other good thing about living in California ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Fresh anytime. My favorite fruit of &lt;b&gt;all time&lt;/b&gt;, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to do with a boxfull of strawberries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a hold of some sweet recipes. I made my own little twists in the end (like always), and came up with even better treats. I decided to make these delicious strawberry muffins. The original recipe was pretty plain with the taste, so I decided to add a notch of cinnamon, vanilla, and brown sugar. Which always does some good! And since I still have a bunch of strawberries in the fridge, I decided to try and go with a pie. I came across this recipe that was &lt;b&gt;TO DIE FOR&lt;/b&gt;. I'll save that for the end. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Strawberry &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6999.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;canola oil (or corn oil)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup of milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 3/4 cups of AP flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon of salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup white sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup chopped strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Preheat oven to 375 F, grease muffin tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Combine oil, milk, and egg. Beat slightly. In another bowl, mix flour, salt, baking powder, sugars, vanilla, cinnamon, and brown sugar. Toss strawberries and stir. DO NOT USE BLENDER. You do not want to ruin the perfect little chopped strawberries. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pour in milk mixture and stir together. Fill the tins or cups half way. Bake for about 20-25 mins, or until tops bounce back from touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6975.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then garnish them anyway you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6985.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_6981.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now ... last, but not least ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;Frozen Strawberry Margarita Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me tell you ... it was DELICIOUS. My two favorite things in the world, strawberries and margaritas. What is not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Crust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups of honey graham cracker crumbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons of sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 tablespoons of butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 lb of strawberries, halved (3 1/2 cups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon finely grated lime zest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 tablespoons of tequila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tablespoons of strawberry (or orange) flavored liqueur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup fresh lime juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 (14 oz.) can of sweetened condensed milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 cup chilled heavy cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crust -&lt;br /&gt;- Stir together cracker crumbs, sugar, and butter in bowl. Press mixture evenly in a 9 1/2 pie pan. Bake for 10 mins. Let cool on rack for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling -&lt;br /&gt;- puree strawberries, lime zest, lime juice, milk, tequila, and liqueur in blender. Transfer to a large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;- Beat cream at medium speed. Add cream to milk mixture in 4 batches and stir. Pour mixture to crust. Freeze for about 4 hrs. Let it cool for about 40 mins before serving, then re-freeze with plastic covering to put away for at least 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original recipe asked for 2 tablespoons of tequila. But ... I wasn't feeling the taste, so I added more. You know me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img height="479" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7096.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="334" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7097.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="332" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7098.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 439px" height="469" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s149/babyjorocks/IMG_7099.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-2829244766847482180?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2829244766847482180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=2829244766847482180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/2829244766847482180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/2829244766847482180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/strawberries-galore.html' title='Strawberries GALORE!'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-5547899075746719706</id><published>2007-04-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:58:09.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busssyyyyy beeeee.</title><content type='html'>I have been extremely busy these past few days. I swear to god, high school is just getting so old for me. Work and all that comes with it. I am just counting the days until I walk down the stage and get my diploma. I am so ready for collage. I am so ready for a new environment. I look around the people here, and it just disgusts me (except my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;, of course). Why do people start following? As in the hopping-on-the-bandwagon kind of way. Lead your own fucking way! In trends and in everything. It just pisses me off that people no longer have their own space for originality. Stop asking me how I do my hair, because I'm not about to stop and teach you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant. I guess ..... ugh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/9536/01hx0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? BETTY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CROCKER&lt;/span&gt; MAKES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CHAPSTICK&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; so. What a find! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dollar&lt;/span&gt; section at Target .... is tight. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-5547899075746719706?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5547899075746719706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=5547899075746719706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/5547899075746719706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/5547899075746719706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/04/busssyyyyy-beeeee.html' title='Busssyyyyy beeeee.'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-8501374351479622708</id><published>2007-03-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:58:43.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Walnut Peanut Butter Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/Rg2ua34O0BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/85JoA9PEVeE/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047882534051827730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/Rg2ua34O0BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/85JoA9PEVeE/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I made Crystal her cake! My first attempt at making a chocolate cake was a total disaster, so I went ahead and got the help of Betty Crocker. I did not want to kill it for her, so I decided to practice on cake making from scratch later on when I have time. I decided to bake a Chocolate Walnut brownie mix, with my own little mix. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I greased two 8" pans and poured in the batter to both pans. Baked for about 30 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the peanut butter layer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 Cup of creamy peanut butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup unsalted butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 teaspoon of vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 cup of powdered sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beat peanut butter, butter, and vanilla in medium mixer bowl until its smooth and combined. Gradually add in powdered sugar, beat until its fluffy. Spread the mixture on top of one cake (when cake is cooled for about 30 mins, or else peanut butter layer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL melt&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The decorations where random. I threw in things that came to mind. Including these chocolate cookie kisses that where laying around. &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="171" alt="" src="http://www.hersheys.com/products/details/images/flavors/pf_cookies_minikiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a chance to get a slice of the cake. Let me tell you ..... it was &lt;strong&gt;BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-8501374351479622708?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8501374351479622708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=8501374351479622708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/8501374351479622708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/8501374351479622708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/chocolate-walnut-peanut-butter-cake.html' title='Chocolate Walnut Peanut Butter Cake'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/Rg2ua34O0BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/85JoA9PEVeE/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-6315624105551936637</id><published>2007-03-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:12:46.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Prom Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I look across the dance floor, with the lights dim, at the others dancing in company's arms. I hold a drink in my hand. Wishing it had something else. Something else to make my mind go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ticket ... dress ... shoes .... makeup ... and hair. All paid. I had time to look in the mirror before I left. Was that me? I looked not like any other. Tears almost rolled down my eyes. What is the use in looking beautiful tonight? Why am I going? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn to my friends. All laughing and enjoying the time, with not a care in the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turn back and look up to what has been making my heart fly away. I saw him since he arrived. Like a handsome young man. Looking more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; than ever. He sits on the other side. Making the other kids and the dance floor a whole ocean between us. "Here I am.." I say in a breath, making it impossible for even someone a foot away to hear. But like a signal, he turns his head. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We locked each other's gaze. A stinging sensation rings through out my whole body. I was drowning. It seemed like if the only way to breath again, was for him to come and save me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has it been four years? Four years of love from afar? Not knowing anything but his name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gets up, not moving his eyes away. What is he doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He walks in straight line, towards my direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is he doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't move. I don't do anything but gaze at the beautiful creature coming towards me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He moves through the crowd, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; has slowed down. A nice slow song has played. But he moves. He moves and doesn't make an effort to stop, in a slow moving pace. Left to right, until he finally has a perfect view of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is not but five feet away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm frozen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gets closer. Four feet, three, two, one ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My breathing stops. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He looks right into my eyes. He takes his hands and cups my face in the most tender way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its about time", is all he says.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He kisses me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-6315624105551936637?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6315624105551936637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=6315624105551936637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/6315624105551936637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/6315624105551936637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-955776646655110992</id><published>2007-03-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:13:37.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasta'/><title type='text'>Spring Pasta w/ Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044947487933039490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RgNBAtC_g4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/a0SSXh5otY4/s400/02.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Something new I tried today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep: &lt;strong&gt;10 min / &lt;/strong&gt;Cook: &lt;strong&gt;15 min &lt;/strong&gt;/ Total: &lt;strong&gt;25 min&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 box of Kraft Macaroni &amp; Cheese (7 1/4 oz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tsp Light Zesty Italian Reduced Fat Dressing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup of broccoli &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup strips of pepper (green or red)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup of green beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tsp Parmesan cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese as directed in packet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour the dressing in a skillet on low medium heat. Add broccoli, pepper, and green beans. Cook and stir for 5 mins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add vegetable mix to macoroni, and sprinkle parmesan cheese.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeild 4 servings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-955776646655110992?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/955776646655110992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=955776646655110992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/955776646655110992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/955776646655110992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-pasta-w-cheese.html' title='Spring Pasta w/ Cheese'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RgNBAtC_g4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/a0SSXh5otY4/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-3124309149425945004</id><published>2007-03-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:22:11.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icecream toppings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RgHlQtC_g3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UB-uSPtdjpA/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044565132764480370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RgHlQtC_g3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UB-uSPtdjpA/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3/4 cup of pineapple ice cream&lt;br /&gt;1 tbs of raisins&lt;br /&gt;1 chewy chocolate chip bar&lt;br /&gt;1 medium sliced banana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I was eating for dessert for a couple of days. I tend to pile up icecream with anything that comes in mind. And I suggest that to everyone... there are endless possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystal's birthday is coming up. And that gives me an excuse to bake something! I promised to make her a cake, and I'll keep it. I just need to hunt down some recipes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-3124309149425945004?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3124309149425945004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=3124309149425945004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/3124309149425945004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/3124309149425945004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/icecream-toppings.html' title='Icecream toppings!'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/RgHlQtC_g3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UB-uSPtdjpA/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155322897606420712.post-8850677183192450919</id><published>2007-03-20T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:10:28.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic New York Style Sour Cream Cheescake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/images/recipe_images/PHILADELPHIA_New_York-Style_Sour_Cream-Topped_Cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="199" alt="" src="http://www.kraftfoods.com/images/recipe_images/PHILADELPHIA_New_York-Style_Sour_Cream-Topped_Cheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;video tutorial over at &lt;a href="http://kraftfoods.com" target="new"&gt;KraftFoods.com&lt;/a&gt; on the classic New York Style Sour Cream Cheescake! The video makes everything look easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/main.aspx?s=cookingschool&amp;m=cookingschool/video_display&amp;vid=433" target="new"&gt;click here for the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be sure to give a cheescake a third try. All I need is time, which is something I've been lacking these past couple of months. Damn you, school! DAMN YOU! Just 47 more days until graduation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3155322897606420712-8850677183192450919?l=babyjorocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8850677183192450919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3155322897606420712&amp;postID=8850677183192450919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/8850677183192450919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3155322897606420712/posts/default/8850677183192450919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyjorocks.blogspot.com/2007/03/classic-new-york-style-sour-cream.html' title='Classic New York Style Sour Cream Cheescake'/><author><name>babyjorocks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07137233631523125022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cOewmePUGSw/R4pmlm_pDzI/AAAAAAAAABY/1k008oaIVG8/S220/007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
