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  <title>You Never Can Find The Right Words In A Book</title>
  <subtitle>These are my words... my SOUL</subtitle>
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    <name>Krissmarie</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-31T05:02:41Z</updated>
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    <title>Back in Black</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T05:02:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T05:02:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So this is the first actual entry I've written in her in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel left for college... two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Karen leaves tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Kari leaves Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks huh?&lt;br /&gt;I thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on Myspace a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But I do miss the El Jay days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:57754</id>
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    <title>Um, since forever?</title>
    <published>2006-03-13T13:36:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-13T13:36:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated this thing in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much because I'm not on Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/kmorlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back here eventually. Afterall, this is my home.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:57418</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-12-03T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T02:27:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T02:27:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a road lesson tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning and I'm nervous. I know, I know, it's ABOUT EFFING TIME I got back into the swing of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well. I went through straight line backing, y-turn, uphill parking and down hill parking with my mom tonight and I didn't spin out due to snow at all so I'm thinking tomorrow shall go alright... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can pray for the 20th too because that's my fourth one!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:57233</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-12-03T00:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-03T06:06:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-03T06:06:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw Walk The Line tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible, I love Johnny Cash even more.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:57021</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-11-25T09:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-25T15:31:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-25T15:31:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went and saw RENT last night. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:56615</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-11-20T19:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-21T01:26:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-21T01:26:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pretty sure Alli and Ken Ken gave me the most AMAZING birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They gave me 10 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;2. THe Blink 182 CD with I Miss You on it. When I was in LT Ken Ken called my cell phone like everyday and sang that song to me. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;3. THe Breakfast Club. However they changed it with paper and glue. It is The Kristin Club. Jock=Mike Sherman, Brain=Don Adams, Princess=me, basket case=Alli, criminal=Ken Ken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard when they gave that to me. Those girls are the absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantas called me today to wish my a happy birthday(I guess he tried calling Fri but I didn't answer)... I was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, other news, Tuesday I'm going back to the DMV to renew my temps. About fucking time, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 with no DL. I'm depressed now. I wish I wasn't so damn lazy.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-11-18T15:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T21:53:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T21:53:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, today is my 17th birthday. My mom took me and Kendra and Alli to the midnight showing on Harry Potter and let me tell you it was amazing!!! I think this movie is BY FAR the best thus far. That, and Harry sure got hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been great tryin to make my birthday excellent. However, she can't undo what other people have did and that was to make me feel, well, like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would, however like to thank to following people who went out of their way to make my day better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mom&lt;br /&gt;Ken Ken&lt;br /&gt;Alli&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;br /&gt;Kat&lt;br /&gt;Marie&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more note... when a person buys a friend a present on their birthday and then when it's that friend's birthday and you offer a hug as their present... it shows how much of an ass hole you really are.</content>
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    <title>Holy. Shit.</title>
    <published>2005-11-17T21:45:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-17T21:45:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have not been on LJ for a while and it's ALL NEW.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:55888</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-11-03T21:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T03:40:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T03:40:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Preble boy's soccer won their first game in the state series or whatever the correct term is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half 0-0&lt;br /&gt;Second half 0-0&lt;br /&gt;First OT 0-0&lt;br /&gt;Secons OT 0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racine goes first for the shoot out. Blake saves a goal.&lt;br /&gt;Preble's Adam Sanchez shoots, misses.&lt;br /&gt;0-0&lt;br /&gt;Racine's second boy shoots. Blake saves.&lt;br /&gt;Preble shoots. GOAL!&lt;br /&gt;1-0 Preble.&lt;br /&gt;Racine's third boy shoots. Goal.&lt;br /&gt;Preble shoots. Goal&lt;br /&gt;2-1&lt;br /&gt;Racine's fourth boy shoots. goal.&lt;br /&gt;Preble shoots. Goal.&lt;br /&gt;3-2.&lt;br /&gt;Racine's fifth boy shoots. Blake saved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21... man, what an effing hottie.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:55742</id>
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    <title>Alli, Ken Ken and my Heaven.</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T20:35:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T20:35:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ken Ken, Alli and I were talking about which men we wanted in our heaven... here's out list so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe Lincoln (Ken Ken)&lt;br /&gt;Don Adams (Me)&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney (Ken Ken, Alli, Me)&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom (Ken Ken, Alli, Me)&lt;br /&gt;George H. W. Bush (Ken Ken, Alli, Me)&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Mortonson (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash (Ken Ken)&lt;br /&gt;Frank Sinatra (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Dean Martin (Alli)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp (Alli)&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Chesney (Ken Ken, Alli, Me)&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban (Ken Ken, Alli, Me)&lt;br /&gt;Humphrey Bogart (Me)&lt;br /&gt;Pete from Fall Out Boy (Alli)&lt;br /&gt;Richard Geere (Ken Ken, Ali, me)&lt;br /&gt;Dr Phil (Alli, me)&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan (Ken Ken Alli)&lt;br /&gt;Greg Raposo (Alli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to be added later.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:55527</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-25T07:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T12:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T12:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On Thurs I get my wisdom teeth cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonofabitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Parks died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:55227</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-22T21:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-23T02:07:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-23T02:07:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm never drinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vomited more than I thought possible.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krissmarie:54592</id>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-14T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-15T00:05:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-15T00:05:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think my neighbor is having an affair with the mother of his little son's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated.</content>
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    <title>Not true.</title>
    <published>2005-10-10T22:54:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-10T22:54:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whatever you hear about me at school is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give him head.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give him a hand job.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't pass out and I didn't cover him with a blanket and then fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you hear isn't true. Jake doesn't even remember Saturday so whatever he says is a fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever anyone tells you is a fucking lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared a blanket. That's fucking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you bastards who are spreading this shit about me you better check your fucking facts. There are only TWO people who would even know the entire truth about what happened and one, the one who started it all, doesn't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Hailey Capelle, you need to shut your goddamn mouth before I shut it for you. You weren't even there. We arent' even friends. You're full of shit and I don't care who knows it. If ANYONE is this situation is pregnant it's most likely you. Fucking stay away from me and the next time you mention my name it better be you apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people who I want to beat sense into. Most of them were there that night. Let's think about this logically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He was drunk off his ass so let's believe what he says versus what I say. Grand idea.&lt;br /&gt;-Kendra and Tiff were UNDER the blanket with us for a half hour. That wouldn't make it hard at all for us to do shit.&lt;br /&gt;-There were six or seven other people around us... yet no one noticed me doing shit to him? Seems logical huh?&lt;br /&gt;-Why the fuck would I do that to Kendra?&lt;br /&gt;-Why the fuck would i do that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't believe me I have two words, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who do believe me I also have two words for you, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing this subject. It's over. I'm not going to try and convince people I didn't do anything. I know what happened and that's all that matters. I can see why people kill themselves because of gossip. Highschoolers are barbaric.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-08T17:09:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-08T22:15:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-08T22:16:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today is the homecoming dance and I'm actually going. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Martin is le date. He's picking me up, we're going over to Alli's to meed up and maybe some pictures and then to Applebee's for din-din. And of course, the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited. This year is going to be better than my frosh year no doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Ken-Ken to get my hair done. I like it. I'll probably post pictures in a few days of how hot I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homecoming day (Friday) was great. Juvenile Juniors FINALLY won a game against the Freshmen. Then we played the Seniors and it was two touchdowns to three. We put up a good fight but came up short. It was a great time, however. The parade was ok... it was cold and rainy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the game... oh Lord the game. Preble is now 7-0. NDA is going to have to put up a fight. And the halftime show... Oh man our band was fantastic! It was the best halftime show of all the history of halftime shows throughout all the high schools in the Green Bay area. Sprining onto the field all of us clad in black shoes, black pants, white shirt white gloves, Blues Brother sunglasses and a Blues Brothers hat... all 200 of us... it was great. We were a huge hit. I would do it all over again in a heart beat. No doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went TPing. It was ok. Yeah. The end.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-05T15:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T22:10:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T22:10:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm destined to wander the world alone.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-05T04:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-05T11:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-05T11:22:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MySpace pisses me off. It's down more times than... I don't know what to say to finish this statement but yes, it's down quite a bit. I just want to find Tom and kill him for being such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Powder Puff practice yesterday and again tomorrow. I'm very excited for Friday. We have one mission, one passion, one destiny... to beat the seniors. And beat them we shall. We will murder them with our Criss-Cross Applesauce, lawnmower, honey bunch, and complicated plays. Not to mention our tough as rock defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For marching band the half time show is going along pretty well I must say. There are still a few kinks to work out but I'm thinking we won't look too much like fags when we preform. Aw hell, when you're playing The Blues Brothers you can never look like a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things, I totally spilled the beans on something and I feel horrible. Nicole, darling, I apologize. I totally forgot about the Ketchup stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Eric Perterson is a bastard.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-10-03T19:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T00:45:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T00:45:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I, Kristin Orlando, am a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have a homecoming date, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonofabitch.</content>
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    <title>Sure You Can Ask Me A Personal Question...</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T01:46:20Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-01T01:46:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do?&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;No, not Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;No, I am American Indi-uh, Native American.&lt;br /&gt;No, not from India.&lt;br /&gt;No, not Apache.&lt;br /&gt;No, not Navajo.&lt;br /&gt;No, not Sioux.&lt;br /&gt;No, we are not extinct.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Indian.&lt;br /&gt;Oh?&lt;br /&gt;So that’s where you got those high cheekbones.&lt;br /&gt;Your great grandmother, huh?&lt;br /&gt;An Indian Princess, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hair down to there?&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess.  Cherokee?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you’ve had an Indian friend?&lt;br /&gt;That close?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you’ve had an Indian lover?&lt;br /&gt;That tight?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so you’ve had an Indian servant?&lt;br /&gt;That much?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was awful what you guys did to us.&lt;br /&gt;It’s real decent of you to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t know where you can get peyote.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t know where you can get Navajo rugs real cheap.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn’t make this.  I bought it at Bloomingdale’s.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.  I like your hair too.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if anyone knows whether or not Cher is really Indian.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn’t make it rain tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Uh-huh.  Spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.  Yeah.  Spirituality.  Uh-huh.  Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Earth.  Yeah.  Uh’huh.  Uh’huh.  Spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn’t major in archery.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah a lot of us drink too much.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us can’t drink enough.&lt;br /&gt;This ain’t no stoic look.&lt;br /&gt;This is my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Diane Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this it makes me somewhat proud to be 12.5% Creek.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-09-27T18:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T23:29:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Don Adams. 4-13-23 to 9-25-05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know this already but, he was my hero and this is my journal so I can do whatever I want. I'll be in moruning till Get Smart comes out on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking of asking Tim Shay to homecoming but I think he's going with someone else already... I don't know. We'll see. I asked Zack to find out if he's going with anyone. If he isn't I'll ask him. If he is I won't and I'll find someone else. I don't want to go with just friends whis year. It gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; Don Adams</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-09-26T15:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T20:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-26T22:45:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Through Get Smart I am forever young, handsome,funny and creative."              -Don Adams

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    <title>I'm Depressed</title>
    <published>2005-09-26T18:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-26T18:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it. Don Adams is dead... gone. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ironic thing was, that when I found out, I was actually watching Horray for Hollywood, a Get Smart episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this good news about Get Smart coming out on DVD and a possible movie... well, I guess I just wish he could have lived to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, oh man am I sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON ADAMS&lt;br /&gt;OBITUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 25, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Adams, who gained worldwide fame and three Emmy Awards starring as&lt;br /&gt;Agent&lt;br /&gt;86, Maxwell Smart, in the classic television comedy GET SMART, died at&lt;br /&gt;8:02&lt;br /&gt;p.m PDT, Sunday, September 25, 2005, at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Beverly&lt;br /&gt;Hills. He was 82. Although he had been in failing health for more than two&lt;br /&gt;years due to bone lymphoma, his death resulted from a sudden lung&lt;br /&gt;infection&lt;br /&gt;for which he was hospitalized the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born Donald James Yarmy on April 13, 1923 [correct, despite frequently&lt;br /&gt;reported erroneous dates] in New York City to Irish-Hungarian parents,&lt;br /&gt;Adams&lt;br /&gt;hoped for an engineering career. He joined the U.S. Marines in the early&lt;br /&gt;days of World War II and served as a drill instructor. He saw combat&lt;br /&gt;in the&lt;br /&gt;ays of World War II and served as a drill instructor. He saw combat in the&lt;br /&gt;invasion of Guadalcanal and was the only survivor of his platoon. He&lt;br /&gt;contracted blackwater fever and nearly died, remaining hospitalized&lt;br /&gt;for more&lt;br /&gt;than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the war, he embarked on a career as an impressionist and&lt;br /&gt;stand-up&lt;br /&gt;comedian, appearing in small clubs in Florida and Washington D.C. He&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;singer Adelaide Adams and took her professional last name as his own stage&lt;br /&gt;name. In 1954, his stand-up act, written with his boyhood friend Bill&lt;br /&gt;Dana,&lt;br /&gt;landed him a contestant spot on ARTHUR GODFREY?S TALENT SCOUTS, which he&lt;br /&gt;won. This led to scores of appearances on comedy and variety series&lt;br /&gt;such as&lt;br /&gt;THE STEVE ALLEN SHOW and Ed Sullivan?s THE TOAST OF THE TOWN, and&lt;br /&gt;ultimately&lt;br /&gt;to a regular job on THE PERRY COMO SHOW. He also played in stock and&lt;br /&gt;in 1962&lt;br /&gt;starred with Anthony Perkins in the Broadway play HAROLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorced and remarried (to dancer Dorothy Bracken), Adams in 1963 reunited&lt;br /&gt;with Bill Dana on THE BILL DANA SHOW, playing inept hotel detective Byron&lt;br /&gt;with Bill Dana on THE BILL DANA SHOW, playing inept hotel detective Byron&lt;br /&gt;Glick, a forerunner to his most famous characterization. NBC placed Adams&lt;br /&gt;under contract and gave him the starring role in Mel Brooks?s and Buck&lt;br /&gt;Henry?s spy spoof GET SMART. As the bumbling yet intrepid secret agent&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell Smart, Adams was an instant success. With his alluring&lt;br /&gt;straight-woman partner Agent 99 (Barbara Feldon), Adams became a comic&lt;br /&gt;icon&lt;br /&gt;of the 1960s, popularizing dozens of catch-phrases that still resound&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;"Would you believe?", "Missed it by THAT much!", "...and LOVING it!" and&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry about that, Chief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams reveled in the show and its popularity, and particularly enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;writing and directing several episodes. GET SMART ran for five seasons and&lt;br /&gt;brought Adams wealth, awards, and worldwide fame. At the same time, he&lt;br /&gt;continued to achieve recognition as one of the funniest and most popular&lt;br /&gt;stand-up comedians of his generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams returned in a new series in 1971, THE PARTNERS, which, though&lt;br /&gt;slightly&lt;br /&gt;more serious than GET SMART, still had him playing a bumbling&lt;br /&gt;more serious than GET SMART, still had him playing a bumbling&lt;br /&gt;law-enforcement officer. This time he starred with Rupert Crosse, the two&lt;br /&gt;playing a pair of none-too-bright detectives. The show lasted one season.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the intriguing but unsuccessful DON ADAMS?S SCREEN TEST (a&lt;br /&gt;contest show in which Adams directed famous stars and amateurs in scenes&lt;br /&gt;from classic movies), he did not return to series television for fourteen&lt;br /&gt;years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead he guest-starred on sitcoms, variety shows, and occasional TV&lt;br /&gt;movies. He played Las Vegas showrooms and nightclubs, though he grew&lt;br /&gt;increasingly reluctant to perform before live audiences. With the&lt;br /&gt;distinctive voice of his on-screen persona, he had long been active in&lt;br /&gt;voice-over work. Even during the GET SMART period he had been popular&lt;br /&gt;among&lt;br /&gt;children as the voice of the animated TENNESSE TUXEDO, and later was even&lt;br /&gt;more popular in his title role as INSPECTOR GADGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorced again, he married a third time in 1977 (to Judy Luciano). During&lt;br /&gt;this period, Adams starred in and directed a number of commercials,&lt;br /&gt;winning&lt;br /&gt;this period, Adams starred in and directed a number of commercials,&lt;br /&gt;winning&lt;br /&gt;a CLIO Award for directing. In 1980, he reluctantly returned to the&lt;br /&gt;Maxwell&lt;br /&gt;Smart character in a feature film, THE NUDE BOMB, which he hated. He also&lt;br /&gt;brought the character briefly back to television in the 1989 TV movie GET&lt;br /&gt;SMART, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1985, he returned to series television in a Canadian sitcom, CHECK IT&lt;br /&gt;OUT, in which he played the manager of a supermarket. The show was popular&lt;br /&gt;enough to run for three seasons on American TV, but it mainly provided a&lt;br /&gt;paycheck for Adams and a co-starring role for a pre-NYPD BLUE Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Clapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In later years, he hoped for a chance at serious roles, of which he&lt;br /&gt;had done&lt;br /&gt;many in his early years in summer stock. But the opportunity never&lt;br /&gt;arrived.&lt;br /&gt;A role was actually written for him by his son-in-law for the revived&lt;br /&gt;ALFRED&lt;br /&gt;HITCHCOCK PRESENTS in 1986, but the producers feared he could not subsume&lt;br /&gt;his comedic persona, and the role went to Martin Landau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he returned to the role that had made him world famous, in a&lt;br /&gt;third&lt;br /&gt;revival of Maxwell Smart. The 1995 series version of GET SMART featured&lt;br /&gt;Adams as Smart, now promoted to Chief of the secret agency CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara&lt;br /&gt;Feldon also returned as his wife and colleague, but instead of the couple&lt;br /&gt;who had made television history, the show focused on the bumbling spy&lt;br /&gt;efforts of their son Zach Smart. Only seven episodes aired before the new&lt;br /&gt;show was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams spent the remainder of his career doing commercials and voice work,&lt;br /&gt;mostly in new INSPECTOR GADGET productions. In 1999, he made a cameo voice&lt;br /&gt;appearance in the live-action INSPECTOR GADGET feature film starring&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Broderick as Gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like his brother, the late comedian Dick Yarmy, Adams was an inveterate&lt;br /&gt;horse-player. His leisure time was largely spent either at racetracks&lt;br /&gt;or in&lt;br /&gt;card games at the Playboy Mansion, and with pals such as Hugh Hefner,&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;br /&gt;Caan, and Don Rickles. Divorced for the third time, he lived alone in a&lt;br /&gt;luxury apartment in Century City. He was a devoted history buff, and&lt;br /&gt;was an&lt;br /&gt;mateur expert on the lives of Abraham Lincoln and Adolf Hitler. He was a&lt;br /&gt;talented poet and painter and had at one time considered a career as an&lt;br /&gt;artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His health declined in recent years with the onset of lymphoma, but took a&lt;br /&gt;precipitous turn for the worse following the death last year of his&lt;br /&gt;daughter, actress-casting director Cecily Adams. In recent weeks he had&lt;br /&gt;declined to continue medications or treatment for his ailments. Following&lt;br /&gt;his emergency hospitalization on September 24, he was unable to breathe on&lt;br /&gt;his own. As per his instructions, life-support systems were turned off&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night. Two of his former wives and three of his children, as&lt;br /&gt;well as&lt;br /&gt;other family members, were with him when he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams is survived by six of his seven children: Daughters Carolyn&lt;br /&gt;Steele (of&lt;br /&gt;Pahoa, Hawaii), Christine Adams (of Elkridge, Maryland), Cathy Metchik (of&lt;br /&gt;Henderson, Nevada), [Paramount TV executive] Stacey Adams, and Beige&lt;br /&gt;Adams,&lt;br /&gt;and son Sean Adams (all of Los Angeles); by five of his seven&lt;br /&gt;grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;(another is expected in November); and by three great-grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a private memorial service. Burial will be with Marine Corps&lt;br /&gt;honors at an undetermined location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial donations may be made to the Motion Picture &amp; Television&lt;br /&gt;Fund, MPTF&lt;br /&gt;Foundation,&lt;br /&gt;22212 Ventura Boulevard, Suite 300, Woodland Hills CA 91364.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-09-22T21:29:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T02:30:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T02:30:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We went to church to get our pictures taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deer sweaters no more!</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-09-21T21:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-22T02:41:24Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Kari just made my fucking night.</content>
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    <title>krissmarie @ 2005-09-20T20:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T01:43:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T01:43:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Boys soccer won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 to 1 over East. #21 (my favorite player) got a yellow card. I wanted to hug him and tell him how very proud I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen's favorite player #9 was just super hott running all over that field.</content>
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