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<channel><title>Crystalline Valley - edwardsdayone</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/edwardsdayone.html</link><description>edwardsdayone</description><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 18:30:09 +0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title>Edwards - Day One</title><link>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/3/post/2008/02/edwardsday-one.html</link><comments>http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/3/post/2008/02/edwardsday-one.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 09:48:04 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://crystallinevalley.weebly.com/3/post/2008/02/edwardsday-one.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9774689.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><FONT size=2><STRONG>Left to Right:<br /></STRONG>Alyssa / Family / Capricorn / Education Minister<br />Jacklyn / Fortune / Taurus / Buisness Tycoon<br />Derrick /&nbsp;Grow Up&nbsp;/&nbsp;Cancer / TBA</FONT><br /><FONT size=2>Michael / Family / Can [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9774689.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><FONT size=2><STRONG>Left to Right:<br /></STRONG>Alyssa / Family / Capricorn / Education Minister<br />Jacklyn / Fortune / Taurus / Buisness Tycoon<br />Derrick /&nbsp;Grow Up&nbsp;/&nbsp;Cancer / TBA</FONT><br /><FONT size=2>Michael / Family / Cancer /&nbsp;Marry off&nbsp;6 Kids</FONT><br /><FONT size=2>Jacob / Fortune / Aquarius / Space Pirate</FONT></p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/6621712.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> So I guess I'm supposed to tell you about my life. I can pretty much sum it up in two words. IT SUCKS.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8646178.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa: </STRONG>It didn't use to suck. Mom owned a successful beauty parlor, and we lived in a big, fancy house.&nbsp;Jacob and I had tons of friends at school, and I had the sweetest boyfriend. Not anymore. Why? Because Mom and Dad decided that we needed an "adventure." So we packed up all our things and moved out to nowheresville- AKA Crystalline Valley. It wouldn't have been so bad, but then the moving truck with all our stuff was hit by a lightning bolt. The driver escaped; our stuff didn't. </p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9565619.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> In addition, when we arrived at our new "house" we discovered that it hadn't even been built yet. The construction workers we had hired were on strike. Who has ever heard of a construction worker strike? Not me. So we're stuck sleeping in three tents with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Dad rented a port-a-potty and one of those showers you use at the beach to rinse off salt-water after swimming in the ocean, but other than that we have NOTHING.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9051817.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> Nice adventure. Way to go, Dad.<br /><STRONG>Michael: </STRONG>Come on Alyssa, it isn't so bad.</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/2039375.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> Dad. We don't even have a fridge. Jacob had to order in.<br /><STRONG>Michael:</STRONG> But you love Chinese food!<br /><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> Not when it's the only thing we have to eat!</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/9638117.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa: </STRONG>Mom mangaed to find a salon chair- don't ask me how- and didn't waste any time starting up her old buisness.<br /><STRONG>Jacklyn: </STRONG>Hello, sir! How would you like a nice trim? I'll throw in a free shave!<br /><STRONG>Amin Sims: </STRONG>Well I can't say no to that, now can I?</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/8789176.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Alyssa: </STRONG>Of course I have to do all the work. I love giving make-overs, and&nbsp;working for&nbsp;Mom&nbsp;beats getting a job at a fast food place, but shaving some old guy's facial hair? Ew!</p><div ><div style="text-align: center;"><a><img src="/uploads/7/2/1/5/72152/739158.jpg" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; border: 1px solid black;" /></a></div></div><p  style=" text-align: center; "><STRONG>Michael:</STRONG> Sorry to interrupt, but you might need to get a second job. You see, your mom and I invested all our money into this new house. <br /><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> ARE YOU TELLING ME WE'RE BROKE?<br /><STRONG>Michael:</STRONG> Yes.<br /><STRONG>Alyssa:</STRONG> Thanks a lot, Dad. Next time you fancy an adventure? Count me out<EM>.</EM></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
