<?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-4098419806891281111</id><updated>2011-12-06T02:19:11.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up:</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my story</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7097535101907288262</id><published>2009-01-15T15:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:19:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I am sad to say but this will be my last post as the "cwgrl." I am saying hello to married life as Mrs. Phair and goodbye to the single life as Alli the cwgrl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been one of laughter, tears, good times, but most of all a blog about my single days. My single days are over and I'm moving on to the married days. Thank you to all who have seen me through these days and have been on this journey with me. This journey continues on with another person added to the story, my husband Nic (I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying that I have a husband - yay!). Come with me and get a taste of our experiences at: http://thephairestlove.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello married life, Goodbye cwgrl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7097535101907288262?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7097535101907288262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7097535101907288262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7097535101907288262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7097535101907288262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-and-goodbye.html' title='Hello and Goodbye'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1110022083461240964</id><published>2009-01-01T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:20:31.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially official</title><content type='html'>That's right - Nic and I are married and loving the married life. I think it's safe to say that we are thoroughly enjoying the married club - you're right family, it's the best club. That's what my mom always has said to me - that married life is the greatest. She's right - it's the GREATEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am safe to say that I have decided to cancel this blog and just use the phairestlove blog (www.thephairestlove.blogspot.com). Keep your eyes peeled for pics from our wedding and honeymoon on that blog. I just wanted to let you know that I am one happy married Phair gal. I love being married to Nic. Real life hits us on Monday, so you might not here from you for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special shout out to my family - I can't express to you how grateful I am for all of the hard work you did for me to make our wedding day the best it could be. I can't thank you enough! A special thanks to my mother - you are amazing. This wedding wouldn't have been what it was without you. It was everything I dreamed of - it was better. Thank you dad for passing the checks over (haha). I really appreciate your hard work at your job and your calling - it blesses our lives in more ways than I can count. THANK YOU!!! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1110022083461240964?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1110022083461240964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1110022083461240964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1110022083461240964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1110022083461240964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2009/01/officially-official.html' title='Officially official'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7603038437605967053</id><published>2008-12-05T13:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:36:27.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good ol' days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPW3Tfa3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ou2y42443m8/s1600-h/IMG_3144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPW3Tfa3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ou2y42443m8/s200/IMG_3144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276406061406841714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A huge, ginormous thanks goes out to Gayle and Kellianne for throwing me a bridal shower. Kellianned and I had a blast down at Next of Kiln painting 2 travel mugs and a bowl/platter dish. They turned out really well. Kellianne and I have know each other for years upon years; we haven't seen each other since we graduated from high school 3 1/2 years ago! It was so great to catch up with her. It brought back memories of the good ol' days of painting random, bizarre things for our families - mostly they just turned out not so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPRo9nC_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/rVsXsltyQcw/s1600-h/IMG_3147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPRo9nC_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/rVsXsltyQcw/s200/IMG_3147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276405971657624562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is working on the bowl/platter. It turned out amazing. Love the colors and the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPJgnrzSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rzK3mEongKo/s1600-h/IMG_3149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPJgnrzSI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rzK3mEongKo/s200/IMG_3149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276405831979224354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Nic pulled into town, he even came down and helped out as well. He has a natural talent for painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPBjg8IqI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WrGxJn7KWQE/s1600-h/IMG_3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPBjg8IqI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WrGxJn7KWQE/s200/IMG_3152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276405695317287586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The artists - so cute! I can't wait to use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmO7pAnPPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/9qJdhNnr_RU/s1600-h/IMG_3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmO7pAnPPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/9qJdhNnr_RU/s200/IMG_3154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276405593713097970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huge THANK YOU Gayle and Kellianne!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmO1jLaekI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RZaAx2NAPcI/s1600-h/IMG_3157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmO1jLaekI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RZaAx2NAPcI/s200/IMG_3157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276405489068571202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished products - His/Her mugs and a bowl/platter that has the chorus from the song Nic sang to me when he proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7603038437605967053?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7603038437605967053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7603038437605967053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7603038437605967053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7603038437605967053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-ol-days.html' title='The good ol&apos; days'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/STmPW3Tfa3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/ou2y42443m8/s72-c/IMG_3144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5190045891567450257</id><published>2008-11-25T14:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:30:32.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The awaited video...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-729cae4cb3b24af6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D729cae4cb3b24af6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331407202%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2956A9DA2C15A92A9977D35506B4D75770C1EEBA.6E0D93158E1CB068072A3C67756CC8F4F64EFFF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D729cae4cb3b24af6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgzxweyHfYKcqUPbwMa7qL6DKdcI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D729cae4cb3b24af6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331407202%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2956A9DA2C15A92A9977D35506B4D75770C1EEBA.6E0D93158E1CB068072A3C67756CC8F4F64EFFF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D729cae4cb3b24af6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgzxweyHfYKcqUPbwMa7qL6DKdcI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5190045891567450257?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=729cae4cb3b24af6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5190045891567450257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5190045891567450257' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5190045891567450257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5190045891567450257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/awaited-video.html' title='The awaited video...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7666592528414965629</id><published>2008-11-24T13:35:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:59:03.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Say Can You See and a surprise package...</title><content type='html'>What an event filled weekend I had...to recap.....Tabatha and I got ready on Friday night to head to the OIT boy's basketball game. Go team! We won! Might I say that we looked especially fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQ7dyRqLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ujcPSx5aKvw/s1600-h/IMG_3100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQ7dyRqLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ujcPSx5aKvw/s200/IMG_3100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272326402561124530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full body shot of 2 fine looking owls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQz-PcdPI/AAAAAAAAAug/JYEZkgUhCqM/s1600-h/IMG_3097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQz-PcdPI/AAAAAAAAAug/JYEZkgUhCqM/s200/IMG_3097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272326273834448114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self-portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQmx7yqII/AAAAAAAAAuY/V_UZAV6GAZU/s1600-h/IMG_3089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQmx7yqII/AAAAAAAAAuY/V_UZAV6GAZU/s200/IMG_3089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272326047192492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a close-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday was spent cleaning and just trying to pick up my room and bathroom. Confession: I did laundry, cleaned bathroom and room, and vacuumed all in my wedding shoes. haha I was trying to break them in. My mom and I were planning on heading out around 2:30 to run some errands...or so I thought. I changed plans and decided to head to Tab's house to help make t-shirts for the other boy's bball game that night. Around 2:30, I told my rents that I was going to leave. They were like "No, Alli. Give us 15 minutes to talk about some Christmas things and then we need to talk to you as well." Why? I asked myself. Just let me go. They get done talking and then my dad asks me to go help him with some Christmas ideas for Nic. I help him and I'm thinking just let me leave, honestly. haha Boy am I glad that I didn't leave. I heard a familiar noise of crutches clicking towards the door to the computer room and lo and behold, Nic is standing there. Yay! He decided to surprise me to hear me sing the national anthem (yeah that's right) and at branch conference. He also surprised me with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. What a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;We headed to dinner and then to the game. Sadly, he left around 5:45. (Sorry Nic for making you late to rehearsal!) What a wonderful surprise package I got.&lt;br /&gt;The National Anthem...I was asked to sing it by Bert King. I have always wanted to sing it at a basketball game, but never had the courage to ask anyone if I could. It's even on my bucket list. It went really well and I got lots of compliments on it. Saturday night's game was packed! It was a huge game for OIT to play - a division 1 team that were the 2008 national champs for that division. OIT were the 2008 national champs for division 2. I was a little skeptical, but we won by 13 points! It was an intense game to watch and so muc fun! HOOT!!!  PS I will post the video of me singing in the next post because A it's taking forever and B I have to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsUSO67ijI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Cmni_-iFzt0/s1600-h/IMG_3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsUSO67ijI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Cmni_-iFzt0/s200/IMG_3110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272330092242766386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful bouquet my loving fiance gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsTUKKz2cI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kfRX5ORM3kA/s1600-h/IMG_3105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsTUKKz2cI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kfRX5ORM3kA/s200/IMG_3105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272329025815304642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bust ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsTKX5F0DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hKkLSebXy2c/s1600-h/IMG_3106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsTKX5F0DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hKkLSebXy2c/s200/IMG_3106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328857700388914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To KICK yours (names and jersey numbers of the team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsS_2JQHdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/TjlT7dyOchc/s1600-h/IMG_3107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsS_2JQHdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/TjlT7dyOchc/s200/IMG_3107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328676842675666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my man - isn't he amazing!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7666592528414965629?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7666592528414965629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7666592528414965629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7666592528414965629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7666592528414965629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-say-can-you-see-and-surprise-package.html' title='O Say Can You See and a surprise package...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsQ7dyRqLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/ujcPSx5aKvw/s72-c/IMG_3100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-612877900051005556</id><published>2008-11-24T13:23:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:35:27.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal of the Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPQBrMSdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/rZVpZruTzIU/s1600-h/IMG_3080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPQBrMSdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/rZVpZruTzIU/s200/IMG_3080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272324556769216978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In behalf of the future Mrs. Phair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPJPsY00I/AAAAAAAAAuI/Re0gvIxABRE/s1600-h/IMG_3079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPJPsY00I/AAAAAAAAAuI/Re0gvIxABRE/s200/IMG_3079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272324440273244994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photographers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPDNUGF9I/AAAAAAAAAuA/78lGnlBo-3A/s1600-h/IMG_3077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPDNUGF9I/AAAAAAAAAuA/78lGnlBo-3A/s200/IMG_3077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272324336555268050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherise, Michelle, and Rita (a few of the Phair women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsOySDQttI/AAAAAAAAAt4/BtQQYwCVZLU/s1600-h/IMG_3076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsOySDQttI/AAAAAAAAAt4/BtQQYwCVZLU/s200/IMG_3076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272324045769062098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Phair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsOsezOnbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0zI6MB2TXjk/s1600-h/IMG_3074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsOsezOnbI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0zI6MB2TXjk/s200/IMG_3074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272323946112261554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing woman who put on the bridal shower (aka my mom) - who is that handsome man in the background? Oh yeah! That's my fiance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsOigKkt7I/AAAAAAAAAto/wUvMm0EofOM/s1600-h/IMG_3073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsOigKkt7I/AAAAAAAAAto/wUvMm0EofOM/s200/IMG_3073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272323774679922610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me opening a few presents from the video "game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry I haven't posted about the amazing bridal shower my mom put on for me on November 1 (I know I'm a little late in posting, so sorry). I had so much fun. I still can't believe that the bridal shower was in behalf of me. It was a brunch and there were people from church, few friends, and some of Nic's family there as well. We ate some delicious food, opened presents and a video my mom put together (without me knowing). My mom would ask Nic a question and then would video tape his response. During the bridal shower, my mom would ask me that same question and then I would have to give the response that Nic would have said. For every one that I got right, I got a prize. :)  She also mentioned that I if I didn't get any right, we couldn't get married...good thing I got them right. ;)  A few of his answers were debatable, but for the most part, I got them right. It was a fun filled day. Thank you for all of your hard work that you put into making this an amazing bridal shower. Love you, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-612877900051005556?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/612877900051005556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=612877900051005556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/612877900051005556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/612877900051005556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/bridal-of-shower.html' title='Bridal of the Shower'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SSsPQBrMSdI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/rZVpZruTzIU/s72-c/IMG_3080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6310749945598653836</id><published>2008-11-19T10:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:43:04.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't stop until the early morn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polymixmedia.com/files/stills/signal_semi_truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 127px;" src="http://www.polymixmedia.com/files/stills/signal_semi_truck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sitting in the library surviving...barely. I feel like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;semi-truck&lt;/span&gt; has hit me. By the time I went to bed, it was somewhere between 2:20 and 2:30. I could have gone longer, but I decided that I really should probably get &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt; rest. I think I would have been better off not sleeping, to be honest with you. I think sleeping for 4 hours made me more tired. Oh and well. I got quite a few things done though, so I shouldn't be complaining. I don't think this will be the last time I do something like this - it will happen again in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.girlfriendgatherings.com/images/bunco_1_.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.girlfriendgatherings.com/images/bunco_1_.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;near future&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;On a more exciting note, I'm playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow night. I am on a list as a permanent sub. I got involved all thanks to Molly. There are a group of ladies that get together once a month and have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; night. I went once a few months ago and had a blast. I guess this is becoming quite popular (a mormon thing? I don't know). The last time I went, I told them to put me as a permanent sub. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; night rotates each month as to whose house it's at - pay $10 for food and the prizes that are handed out at the end of the night. My question for you: do you &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6310749945598653836?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6310749945598653836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6310749945598653836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6310749945598653836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6310749945598653836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-doesnt-stop-until-early-morn.html' title='it doesn&apos;t stop until the early morn...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4192210324630447895</id><published>2008-11-19T02:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:53:56.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alendi.co.uk/resources/waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.alendi.co.uk/resources/waves.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the right side of my blog, I have deleted the list that I had about what I was thankful for.  I tried to add to it whenever I posted about something, but I have decided to shake things up a bit. I have a new list titled "don't look down."  You all probably think I'm crazy for naming a list that, because after all it is now 1:40 in the AM. Don't worry, I'm not that crazy. The title revolves around the institute lesson I just had earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were studying in the New Testament about some parables Jesus Christ taught and some of the events that occurred during His ministry. The one that stuck out to me tonight is in Matthew 14:24-33. Christ is walking on the water towards the ship that had Peter and some of the other disciples in it.  They all got scared, but Christ assured them that it was just Him.  Peter steps out of the boat and starts walking on the water towards Christ. Side note: what amazing faith Peter had at that very instant in the presence of Christ to be able to get out of the boat and start walking on water without hesitation. Go Peter! Unfortunately, as soon as the wind started blowing and he began to worry about the elements, he looked down and started to sink. Immediately though, Christ stretched forth His hand to help Peter.&lt;br /&gt;What I got out of this story is that we should never look down - always keep our focus on Christ even if the waves are tossing about us and the elements of life are trying to sink us into despair. My list...instead of having this huge long list of what I'm grateful for, I'm going to try and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; (remember is the key word) to update this list and add 5 things that helped me keep my focus on Christ and lifted my spirit for that day - some may be spiritual, others may not. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember: don't look down - always keep your focus on Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4192210324630447895?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4192210324630447895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4192210324630447895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4192210324630447895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4192210324630447895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-look-down.html' title='Don&apos;t look down...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-15088619804306523</id><published>2008-11-19T02:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:22:36.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning???</title><content type='html'>Well it's currently 1:14 AM and I'm still awake. No it's not because I'm an insomniac like my mother, but I decided to stay up later to work on the BIG, FAT HW (aka HomeWork).  I've actually gotten quite a few assignments done and studied for a few tests. Fabulous?  Not really.  I hate feeling like I have gotten so much accomplished and yet nothing all at the same time - welcome to school.  I'll admit though that I'm reaching the point where I would love to crash right now, but unfortunately I know there is more studying that awaits me...for now, farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-15088619804306523?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/15088619804306523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=15088619804306523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/15088619804306523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/15088619804306523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning.html' title='good morning???'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6149998641051729762</id><published>2008-11-10T21:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:20:38.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No words</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to describe to you how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am right now...I was driving home and this overwhelming feeling of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came over me. I just want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Don't ask me what has happened between now and just a few days ago, but I can't even tell you how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am. I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my spirit. I am all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMILES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Words can not even begin to describe how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LIFTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my spirit feels...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6149998641051729762?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6149998641051729762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6149998641051729762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6149998641051729762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6149998641051729762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-words.html' title='No words'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7344143737243629785</id><published>2008-11-09T22:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:38:36.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mormonmomma.com/images/first-presidency.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 427px;" src="http://www.mormonmomma.com/images/first-presidency.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a confession to make...Don't worry, I didn't do anything wrong.....For some reason, I have been down in the dumps all this past week...I haven't even been able to label my own emotions or what was causing this emotional downfall.  I have been going over and over about what I have been up to this past week to try and figure out what the heck was wrong with me - the only conclusion I came to was that it all had to do with school, stressing over the wedding, and Nic's knee surgery.  I guess you could say that I tagged myself as overly stressed and I was running on low. Why? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Nic's sister, Michelle's sacrament meeting - it was the primary program and we wanted to support our nieces and nephews (my future ones).  I was reading an article in the General Conference edition of the Ensign. (I decided a couple of days ago to just read it from beginning to end.) I came across a talk given by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf from the Saturday morning session. His talk was titled "The Infinite Power of Hope." I began reading and knew right from the beginning that this talk was meant for me to read. Have you ever experienced that? You read something and thought this was written for you to read right at that very moment - that's what happened with this talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read, President Uchtdorf pin pointed every emotion I was feeling and exactly what I was lacking in my life: hope. I just want to share some things that really helped me - so everything I say will be his direct words...Hope has the power to fill our lives with happiness. Its absence - when this desire of our heart is delayed - can make "the heart sick."...The adversary uses despair to bind hearts and minds in suffocating darkness. Despair drains from us all that is vibrant and joyful and leaves behind the empty remnants of what life was meant to be...Hope sustains us through despair. Hope teaches that there is reason to rejoice even when all seems dark around us..."Fear not, little flock." God will wait with "open arms to receive" those who give away their sins and continue in faith, hope, and charity. And to all who suffer - to all who feel discouraged, worried, or lonely - I say with love and deep concern for you, never give in. Never surrender. Never allow despair to overcome your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing words from an apostle of the Lord. There were so many wonderful things in this talk that I could share with you, but instead I suggest you to read the talk for yourself (www.lds.org). I know what he is talking about - feeling despair and letting it overcome your spirit, feeling lonely, discouraged, worried - I have felt it all this past week.  Apparently I have a lack of hope - hope in knowing that I haven't wasted time on my knees and pouring my heart and soul to God - hope in knowing that the Lord is mindful of my needs - hope in knowing that there is a better tomorrow - hope in knowing that I can be upheld and know His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you are all wondering at this time what I have done to start to regenerate this hope in my spirit...it was a simple thing that began this "regeneration" of hope...before I left Nic today, we were sitting on his bed (immobile because of his knee surgery) and all he did was hold me - his tender voice and his gentle touch were healing to my soul and let me know that the Lord is mindful of me - He has blessed me with hope from Nic's simple act of love towards me. That's what hope is to me: simple acts of love around us that restore our hope.  Hope is all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I am sorry this is so long, but I felt impressed to share this experience with you all...Thank you President Uchtdorf for your inspiring words that have blessed my life with hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7344143737243629785?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7344143737243629785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7344143737243629785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7344143737243629785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7344143737243629785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7909532502931480349</id><published>2008-11-09T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:29:47.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_bella.jpg" alt="I'm a Bella! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" width="200" border="0" height="300" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;You are observant, diplomatic and often aim to please.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are unaware of your attractiveness and despite being uncomfortable with any form of attention, people enjoy your company.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can be impatient, stubborn and headstrong, but you are true to your  word and mature for your age, often taking care of your family and enjoying a good book over chatting with girlfriends on the phone.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7909532502931480349?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7909532502931480349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7909532502931480349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7909532502931480349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7909532502931480349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5029905944954131735</id><published>2008-10-28T13:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:18:47.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry if you have already read Nic and I's blog, because this is pretty much a repeat what I already said with a few added pics and details...Saturday night was the adult session of Stake Conference - Kelda (cowgirl below) and I sang a duet that went really well.  Everybody seemed to really enjoy and it added a great spirit for the meeting. I was so nervous - not because I had to sing in frong of the majority of the adults in my stake, but because of one person: Nic. haha  I get so nervous to sing in front of him...Conference was fabulous - I learned a lot of things that I need to work on to help me better prepare myself for marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nic and I then headed to a Halloween party at the house of a girl in my singles branch, Susy. Turned out to be a really fun party - dancing, dessert, and great company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelda takin' a swig from the punch bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdj3-47LYI/AAAAAAAAArI/tbqze4D1IQQ/s1600-h/IMG_3068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdj3-47LYI/AAAAAAAAArI/tbqze4D1IQQ/s320/IMG_3068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284503031426434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sssh don't tell...I'm not telling what I did or didn't do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjoqG7oJI/AAAAAAAAArA/kI7y3OZ2f4E/s1600-h/IMG_3066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjoqG7oJI/AAAAAAAAArA/kI7y3OZ2f4E/s320/IMG_3066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284239754993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Gresham Police (as Tabatha says) or Gotham Police catching the Joker - aha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjoWh2F7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/XzVTgCYEMf4/s1600-h/IMG_3057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjoWh2F7I/AAAAAAAAAq4/XzVTgCYEMf4/s320/IMG_3057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284234499168178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just being me and Kelda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjoKQmpTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BQZamGgHyYM/s1600-h/IMG_3051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjoKQmpTI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BQZamGgHyYM/s320/IMG_3051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284231205627186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smokin' hot police officers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjn-XoNoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/cju0ya69Kao/s1600-h/IMG_3050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjn-XoNoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/cju0ya69Kao/s320/IMG_3050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284228013864578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I picked up this construction worker on my way to the party - I needed a hott date and I got one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjncnxNwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/W34noPnDRFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdjncnxNwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/W34noPnDRFQ/s320/IMG_3047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284218954757890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5029905944954131735?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5029905944954131735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5029905944954131735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5029905944954131735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5029905944954131735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sorry-if-you-have-already-read-nic.html' title=''/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SQdj3-47LYI/AAAAAAAAArI/tbqze4D1IQQ/s72-c/IMG_3068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8893776488407234829</id><published>2008-10-28T11:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:06:23.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IPC survey</title><content type='html'>Everyone, I need your help right now.  I have designed a survey for my interpersonal communications class and I am asking you to take it. If you could e-mail me your responses (allison.stewart@oit.edu)  I am sure most of you don't like surveys, but this is for a class so if you could help me out, that would be fabulous. :)  All of the questions (10) have to do with my interpersonal communication, so answer regarding my communication and not yours personally. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do I have a low or high self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  How could I improve my self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Am I more prone to share personal information (self-disclosure) face to face or through other means (i.e. internet, phone, blog, etc.)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do I have low or high apprehension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Have I ever perceived a situation (that involved you) wrongly? Provide an example please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do I judge people before I know their circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Am I able to get over not liking a certain characteristic about someone?  If not, how does this affect my interpersonal communication with this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Have I ever set myself up for something and then it turned out differently then I thought? Provide an example please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  In your opinion, what do you think my personal ethics are for my interpersonal communication?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are some suggestions you have for me to be more mindful when I'm angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: provide honest answers - I won't be offended by anything you say. I am curious to know how my communication is perceived by others. If you could please answer these questions and e-mail them to me, that would be wonderful. Thank you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8893776488407234829?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8893776488407234829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8893776488407234829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8893776488407234829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8893776488407234829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/10/ipc-survey.html' title='IPC survey'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-3313566326037692077</id><published>2008-10-23T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:53:16.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.leeloublogs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leelou Blogs" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee180/juliewuliee/launchbutton-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-3313566326037692077?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/3313566326037692077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=3313566326037692077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3313566326037692077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3313566326037692077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1060961705987923995</id><published>2008-10-14T14:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:54:42.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo (and no I am not trying to scare you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lds.about.com/library/graphics/clipart/lds/seal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 303px;" src="http://lds.about.com/library/graphics/clipart/lds/seal2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really have nothing to report as of late (that's what the "Boo" is for)...I have been adjusting well to life as an Owl.  Classes are going well - I guess only one really challenging class:  Psychology Research Methods.  Dr. Kessler is a challenging teacher and so is the material.  That's a good thing though right?  At least that's what I'm telling myself...&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have been saying "boo" quite a bit. I don't really know where I picked it up from - getting in the Halloween spirit?  I don't really like Halloween, so prob not. Who knows?  For some weird reason, that's the new thing I have been saying...boo...&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fun update though that I don't think I have mentioned...I am the secretary in the Relief Society presidency in my singles branch.  I'm really excited about the calling, because I have never worked up close and personal with the RS.  I have a leadership training meeting this Saturday and a Presidency meeting on Friday. Woo hoo!  Also something that I am way stoked for is that I am starting temple prep this Sunday! Yay! I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1060961705987923995?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1060961705987923995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1060961705987923995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1060961705987923995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1060961705987923995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-and-no-i-am-not-trying-to-scare-you.html' title='Boo (and no I am not trying to scare you)'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2259984927694268893</id><published>2008-10-09T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:18:14.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm with Nikki...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all know that I have a serious problem with buying bags - I am the BAG QUEEN. So here is the perfect thing to register for (it's free) if you have a bag fettish like me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24 handbags in 24 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DO IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Way cute handbags...I want them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-2259984927694268893?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2259984927694268893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2259984927694268893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2259984927694268893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2259984927694268893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-with-nikki.html' title='I&apos;m with Nikki...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6949487354512835204</id><published>2008-09-30T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:23:07.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dakstats.com/WebSync/Images/10/1751/pic/Hustlin%20Owl_100w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.dakstats.com/WebSync/Images/10/1751/pic/Hustlin%20Owl_100w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's official - I'm an OIT Hustlin' Owl. That's right. I had my first day of school yesterday and it's not what you'd wish for for a first day of school. Before I get into that though...the classes I'm taking are all Psychology classes except one. I'm taking: Abnormal Psychology, Intro to Pscyhology (the second one), Basic Counseling Techniques, Interpersonal Communications, and Psychological Research Methods. It's a total of 17 credits, so not too bad. All of my classes are on MWF with two 3 hour labs on Tuesday. Not too bad of a schedule either. I really enjoyed all of my classes yesterday, but I didn't make it to my Behavioral Modifications class. I met up with my dad for lunch, and decided that wasn't such a great idea. I got sick and decided to head home. During my first two classes, I felt fine. During my third and fourth though, my stomach started to rumble and grumble...then it made itself manifest when I met my dad for lunch. I won't give any more details then that...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. I'd like to make it to all of my classes tomorrow without any problems...keep your fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6949487354512835204?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6949487354512835204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6949487354512835204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6949487354512835204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6949487354512835204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoot.html' title='HOOT!'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4103986426487300152</id><published>2008-09-21T01:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:36:44.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Natalie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Natalie.....Your most recent post was about Aggie men and their beards. I agree with you. First off, I think there are few men that look good with a beard, so I give you an example of someone whom I think looks extremely HOTT with some scruff. (I also find it SEXY). I know I am a little biased because afterall this is my future hubby, but I just want to let you know that there are good lookin' men out there that have the scruff - they may be at USU or maybe they live in a nearby town.  The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248373473979360018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SNX33hUfYxI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1w5weRRJWpo/s400/goatee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4103986426487300152?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4103986426487300152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4103986426487300152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4103986426487300152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4103986426487300152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-natalie.html' title='To Natalie...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SNX33hUfYxI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1w5weRRJWpo/s72-c/goatee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1642056419372270863</id><published>2008-09-15T13:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:14:05.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S.P.I.T. and singing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.humboldt-gymnasium-koeln.de/hoehenfl/Konzerte/Carmenia/carm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.humboldt-gymnasium-koeln.de/hoehenfl/Konzerte/Carmenia/carm.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Sorry I haven't updated in awhile...nothing too exciting has happened on my end here in KTown. My dad has been in out and out of town and my mom has been out of town for a couple of weeks now. I guess I could also say that I'm in and out of town as well...Meddy. Since my mom has been gone, I have had the opportunity to take on the name of: S.P.I.T.  This stands for: SPouse In Training. I have been taking care of the household chores, trying to be good to my dad, and what not. Good practice so I can take care of my husband come the end of December. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have decided to get involved with a few upcoming events in KTown. Last year around November, the Ross Ragland Theater put on Carmina Burana. Hard music with dancing. A local dance teacher (my old teacher) choreographed all of the dances to go along with the singing. My mom played the piano and is playing again (2 pianos are involved). She told me about it and told me I should get involved...why not?! Last Monday was our first rehearsal and I was the youngest person there. haha I didn't feel too lost at the rehearsal. Most people singing it sang it last year: 26 movements or so and 4 different languages. I'm just grateful for being involved in the AC choir in high school: sight reading and language. The music always switches times; major or minor keys; amazing!&lt;br /&gt;The other music thing I'm getting involved in is the Klamath Chorale (also the youngest person involved). They are singing 11 different pieces of music the night of the Carmina Burana show. They sing before. Two fun events that I might as well get involved in. I don't want my talent of singing to go to waste. I'm here this Fall, so...why not?!&lt;br /&gt;That's about it from my end...sorry it's nothing too exciting...I tell Nic that he has a boring fiance. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1642056419372270863?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1642056419372270863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1642056419372270863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1642056419372270863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1642056419372270863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/09/spit-and-singing.html' title='S.P.I.T. and singing...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5576900067534504176</id><published>2008-09-03T12:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:40:29.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.highereducationcenter.net/images/building_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.highereducationcenter.net/images/building_home.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the left is a building known as the Higher Education Center.  This building is Medford's campus for Southern Oregon University and Rogue Community College.   SOU offers a few different business degrees, a degree in Psychology and a degree in Human Services.  This is the school that I will be going to (I haven't officially applied) starting in January, getting a degree in Human Services.  It's very closely related to Social Work, so that's a plus.  There's an open house today that Nic and I are going to attend, so I will let you know how it goes.  I'm not going back to BYU-Idaho for the Fall - it turns out that none of the social work classes that I would have taken would transfer over and be of any worth.  So no school for me in the Fall, which is sad, but good as well - this way I will be close to the action in planning my wedding instead of being in Idaho planning.  Plus, I'm close to Nic.  No 11 hours away from him! :)  School starting in January when I'll be married sounds fabulous to me. Hopefully it will take me no longer than 2 years - maybe even 1 1/2 years. Who knows!  That's the status of my schooling situation as of late...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5576900067534504176?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5576900067534504176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5576900067534504176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5576900067534504176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5576900067534504176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/09/hec.html' title='HEC'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-588647422282552314</id><published>2008-08-25T12:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:20:59.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt; CHASKA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL3eGCxDKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3Ig1L1oy5vU/s1600-h/IMG_2930%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL3eGCxDKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3Ig1L1oy5vU/s320/IMG_2930%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238521412975660194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meet our 15 week old female boxer. My parents decided to buy this lovely little lady a little over a week ago.  Chaska is Indian for Star Goddess - she has a white star on her back.  Compared to all of the other boxer puppies, she was the most docile.  She loves to play though, especially with Moki.  He is pretty tolerant of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and they get into some pretty fun playing.  Chaska didn't know what a cat was until she moved up here. To say the least she got pretty curious, but Moki got pretty defensive for Toots (wierdy snackshack).  They have a funny relationship.  Chaska stays outside and hangs around - wherever Moki goes is pretty much where she goes as well.  She is a fun girl to have around - she pretty much loves me and loves to play with me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL1RWBdmYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SOcr4w8I42I/s1600-h/IMG_2973%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL1RWBdmYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/SOcr4w8I42I/s320/IMG_2973%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518994903603586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL0_VfmNVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bd_EbUwy4io/s1600-h/IMG_2932%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL0_VfmNVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bd_EbUwy4io/s320/IMG_2932%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518685523916114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The star on her back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL0kWyyigI/AAAAAAAAAew/FzgEvKtA_k8/s1600-h/IMG_2929%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL0kWyyigI/AAAAAAAAAew/FzgEvKtA_k8/s400/IMG_2929%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238518222016383490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could she have a more kissable face?  I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-588647422282552314?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/588647422282552314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=588647422282552314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/588647422282552314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/588647422282552314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/08/introducing.html' title='Introducing....'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SLL3eGCxDKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3Ig1L1oy5vU/s72-c/IMG_2930%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2347928232165655992</id><published>2008-08-12T12:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:56:46.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kramer was a fish who was loved...ok I'm not going to get all sentimental on you all, but seriously this post is in behalf of Kramer. My mom and I went out this morning to run some errands and I came home to a dead fish at the bottom of his bowl. He looked as good as new yesterday and this morning, so I don't know what his deal was. :( I even went to Pet Smart to get some Bowl Buddies (water purifiers). I guess that was a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHbcRfShDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KUVP7wEp6OU/s1600-h/IMG_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHbcRfShDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KUVP7wEp6OU/s400/IMG_2226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705520758686770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHbACIeiTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6NrZlUZdC7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHbACIeiTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6NrZlUZdC7Y/s400/IMG_2914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233705035600136498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kramer's burial services:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHaqqxbFYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qIXhl2r_1_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHaqqxbFYI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qIXhl2r_1_Q/s400/IMG_2916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704668552172930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing but an empty bowl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHaVAjy5QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/heLyhlJsR4g/s1600-h/IMG_2917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHaVAjy5QI/AAAAAAAAAd4/heLyhlJsR4g/s400/IMG_2917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233704296443471106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-2347928232165655992?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2347928232165655992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2347928232165655992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2347928232165655992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2347928232165655992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory.....'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKHbcRfShDI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KUVP7wEp6OU/s72-c/IMG_2226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2322943166740459637</id><published>2008-08-11T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:49:17.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there's more where that came from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKD5e67NEyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DyjLVv5UeoI/s1600-h/becerraphotography-49-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKD5e67NEyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DyjLVv5UeoI/s400/becerraphotography-49-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233457076613485346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Want to see more? Go to www.thephairestlove.blogspot.com  There is a slideshow that you can check out of my favorite pictures from Nic and I's engagement session with Chris Becerra. If you would like to check out more of his photography, go to www.becerraphotography.com (sorry for advertising). Chris has a real talent when it comes to taking photos - this isn't your average joe. Chris will be doing all our wedding photography. :)  Tell us what you think about our photos...ENJOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-2322943166740459637?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2322943166740459637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2322943166740459637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2322943166740459637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2322943166740459637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-more-where-that-came-from.html' title='there&apos;s more where that came from...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SKD5e67NEyI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DyjLVv5UeoI/s72-c/becerraphotography-49-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-968119979679306675</id><published>2008-07-29T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:42:35.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lesson learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;While in Sunriver, I had a battle with my bike. Here's how the story goes: my parents, Jefferson (brother-in-law), Dani, Nic and I went on a bike ride. As we were rounding the corner to head down the street where our house was, I decided to race Dani (she was in front) and beat everyone home. Right before I hit home ground, I put up my hands and yelled "WINNER!" and ate it hard to the right of our driveway. I ended up twisted and stuck under my bike. I landed in some yummy dirt and brush. Did I win? Of course not! Lesson learned: endure to the end and never celebrate your victory until you are safe on home ground. Let me also just say that these pictures do not give justice to the damage that was done - my mom and other can attest to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bruise that ended up in this area is a lot bigger and is still here! Sunriver was 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SI9w8vEd0VI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ndnxaIpbioQ/s1600-h/IMG_2798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SI9w8vEd0VI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ndnxaIpbioQ/s320/IMG_2798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228521881130094930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This hurts a lot worse than it looks - there was dirt embedded in it - bruised the bone - swollen ankle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SI9wlCiN0SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kYDY-HRRnOE/s1600-h/IMG_2797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SI9wlCiN0SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kYDY-HRRnOE/s320/IMG_2797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228521474038288674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also have multiple other bruises but I won't share any pictures of them - just know that they are present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-968119979679306675?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/968119979679306675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=968119979679306675' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/968119979679306675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/968119979679306675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-learned.html' title='lesson learned'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SI9w8vEd0VI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ndnxaIpbioQ/s72-c/IMG_2798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4849529617051333565</id><published>2008-07-22T00:41:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:16:42.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun of the River</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is quite a long post with quite a few pictures, so I apologize in ahead of time. This past week brought the Stewart trip to Sunriver - we always head there in July every year - my dad has meetings down there so we make a family vacation out of it. This year, everyone was able to attend...except Ben (he stayed home studying for the bar). Nic was able to experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sunriver with my family for the first time - we still love him to pieces and hopefully he still wants to be a part of this family. Here are some of the events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were never such devoted sisters...at the concert on the green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWEBudJcMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZD5I9TivUko/s1600-h/IMG_2769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWEBudJcMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZD5I9TivUko/s320/IMG_2769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225728107818348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;            All of the sisters/sisters-in-law at the Munch-N-Music at Drake Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIkKtgF1BFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8cvfx-qo4s0/s1600-h/IMG_2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIkKtgF1BFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8cvfx-qo4s0/s320/IMG_2789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226720619364942930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Munch - n - music at Drake Park in Bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWD2X0EpZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MxskNZVmjwc/s1600-h/IMG_2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWD2X0EpZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MxskNZVmjwc/s320/IMG_2784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727912761927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Rafting down the river with a "couple" of sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWDcXoVU2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/z0wg7Wc0YCk/s1600-h/IMG_2790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWDcXoVU2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/z0wg7Wc0YCk/s320/IMG_2790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727466036089698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                    In the raft with my amazing fiance - love him please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWDQqJWPsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/98SKW5AZaWE/s1600-h/IMG_2791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWDQqJWPsI/AAAAAAAAAUM/98SKW5AZaWE/s320/IMG_2791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727264847969986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                The raft that followed us down the river. Ok they were family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWDFsbJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jIVbcBis0HU/s1600-h/IMG_2793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWDFsbJ-JI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jIVbcBis0HU/s320/IMG_2793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225727076480972946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; On our way to the village to get some ice cream - yummy...to the ice cream of course ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWC7PcHYQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iAcy_E6RpZU/s1600-h/IMG_2800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWC7PcHYQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iAcy_E6RpZU/s320/IMG_2800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225726896901677314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4849529617051333565?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4849529617051333565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4849529617051333565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4849529617051333565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4849529617051333565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/07/sun-of-river.html' title='Sun of the River'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SIWEBudJcMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZD5I9TivUko/s72-c/IMG_2769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1048418990824925575</id><published>2008-07-09T21:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:25:44.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>America the Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy birthday dear America! Just to give you all an update on this past 4 of July weekend...Dani and Jefferson and their wonderful kids came to town and also my sweet fiance came to town as well. Nic sacrificed his holiday to spend time with me and my family. I told him I would have gone to Medford to spend it with his family, but he insisted. I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was spent swimming, tanning, hot tubbing, registering, more swimming and hot tubbing, family, fireworks, food, sunburns, and lots of fun. The plan was for all of the family to go to the lovely KTown fireworks, but only Nic and I ended up going. It wasn't much of a firework show, because oh yeah - it was behind the trees! It made it a little hard to watch them, but we still had fun. :) There were still fireworks. hehe Messing!  All in all it was a great 4 me Julio (just for you mom) and amazing weekend. :) &lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this though - registering was so much fun. I knew it would be fun, but seriously - it made everything all the more a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SHV9jsJTO1I/AAAAAAAAATc/TkXgowbM7FY/s1600-h/IMG_2746-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SHV9jsJTO1I/AAAAAAAAATc/TkXgowbM7FY/s320/IMG_2746-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221217395105020754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Our own firework show? Never! We really did watch the show. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SHV9OYzOuFI/AAAAAAAAATU/WnvYHW5g5eI/s1600-h/IMG_2750-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SHV9OYzOuFI/AAAAAAAAATU/WnvYHW5g5eI/s320/IMG_2750-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221217029134923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok seriously? What a dang good lookin' fiance that I have. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1048418990824925575?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1048418990824925575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1048418990824925575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1048418990824925575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1048418990824925575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/07/america-beautiful.html' title='America the Beautiful'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SHV9jsJTO1I/AAAAAAAAATc/TkXgowbM7FY/s72-c/IMG_2746-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-60926104571291843</id><published>2008-07-07T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:31:27.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take a peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nic and I have created a wedding blog. The address is: www.thephairestlove.blogspot.com  (I hope you all like the play on words - Nic came up with the name) There is a link on the left titled "wedding blog" that will also take you to the website. This is where Nic and I will keep you updated on wedding plans and the happenings of our engaged life. I hope you all check it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-60926104571291843?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/60926104571291843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=60926104571291843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/60926104571291843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/60926104571291843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-peek.html' title='take a peek'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7303425180748925674</id><published>2008-06-23T21:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:15:19.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; don't know about you, but I think one of the most difficult things that Latter-day Saints face is trusting in the Lord's timing. I know it's something that I have struggled with and I know other people that have struggled with having the faith in the Lord's time frame for His children. A recent incident happened today that is going to try my faith in the Lord's time frame for his plan for me. I signed up to receive quotes from LDS Gems for Young Single Adults. Coincidentally I received a quote about the Lord's timing that is very fitting. Neal A. Maxwell said this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; "The issue for us is trusting God enough to trust also His timing. If we can truly believe He has our welfare at heart, may we not let His plans unfold as He thinks best? The same is true with the second coming and with all those matters wherein our faith needs to include faith in the Lord's timing for us personally, not just in His overall plans and purposes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about perspective. The Lord has a plan for each of us and He has a time frame for each of us. Although His timing isn't always our timing, His plan for us is better than the plan we have for ourselves. Things aren't always as we planned, it's ever better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7303425180748925674?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7303425180748925674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7303425180748925674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7303425180748925674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7303425180748925674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/06/tick-tock-timing.html' title='tick tock timing'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4368171815665004567</id><published>2008-06-14T18:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:49:16.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>white chair talk...literally</title><content type='html'>I can now say that I have a fiance (that's fun to say) with a ring on the way. Nic came to KTown on Thursday and Friday. He and dad made themselves quite comfortable in the infamous white chairs and so it began...Nic asked my dad for my hand in marriage and it's done. Done and done. I seriously can't believe sometimes that I'm getting married - I just want to jump up and down (sometimes I do hehe). Thank you Nic for having the respect and asking my dad - it means a lot to me. Thank you for coming to KTown. Yay. Thanks are in order to my dad (although he doesn't read this). Thank you for being the kind of dad you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic and I went on a lovely horse ride with Rio and Moose (forgive my weird squinty face - it was bright).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRiPIowKOI/AAAAAAAAARU/nUxnLjAdJTw/s1600-h/IMG_2573-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRiPIowKOI/AAAAAAAAARU/nUxnLjAdJTw/s320/IMG_2573-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211898680930478306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I found some amazing shoes to wear with my beautiful wedding dress. They are very simple and elegant - love them. Close toed for the season, small heel, and slight beading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRiFjojOzI/AAAAAAAAARM/E5_FCEUdJCY/s1600-h/IMG_2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRiFjojOzI/AAAAAAAAARM/E5_FCEUdJCY/s320/IMG_2579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211898516378696498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Another side view.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRh9J45hGI/AAAAAAAAARE/LuwlkBbK7-s/s1600-h/IMG_2581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRh9J45hGI/AAAAAAAAARE/LuwlkBbK7-s/s320/IMG_2581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211898372028990562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Top view (you can kind of see the detail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRhxxgJX3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tiqa53l4moo/s1600-h/IMG_2584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRhxxgJX3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Tiqa53l4moo/s320/IMG_2584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211898176504160114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4368171815665004567?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4368171815665004567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4368171815665004567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4368171815665004567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4368171815665004567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/06/white-chair-talkliterally.html' title='white chair talk...literally'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFRiPIowKOI/AAAAAAAAARU/nUxnLjAdJTw/s72-c/IMG_2573-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7007477605308099614</id><published>2008-06-11T11:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:23:36.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my wedding dress (that's fun to say)</title><content type='html'>Was yesterday a day filled with excitement! Mom and I headed over to Medford to go dress shopping. She was looking online for modest dress sites just to get some ideas for me and found this one that advertised "temple ready dresses" - located in Central Point: Angela's Bridal. How perfect is that?! Before you know it, I tried on about 6 or 7 dresses before I knew I had found my perfect dress. Nic came down as well during his lunch break so I could get his opinion. He needs to like it as well - some of the ladies down there thought that was really weird. Honestly, I don't care about those silly traditions. What's the point? Is it really bad luck to have the groom see his bride in her dress before their wedding? I think not. Little side note to this dress: when mom and I pulled up to the store, we both saw the dress in the window and knew I had to try it on. I seriously can't believe the deal we got on the dress, earrings, headband, and broach. I thought maybe it would be weird to try on wedding dresses but it only made me more excited. These pictures definitely do not do justice. This dress isn't what I thought I would get but it's everything I could have ever asked for. Thank you mom and dad for paying for it - thank you to mom for coming with me - thank you Nic for coming and giving your opinion - thank you Nic for making me feel beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not cute hair, the headband and earrings match perfectly with this dress. I won't be wearing a necklace - too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAIbkAtKlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/50zJLXgNr4w/s1600-h/IMG_2569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAIbkAtKlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/50zJLXgNr4w/s320/IMG_2569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210674038483790418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Upper body shot of the detail of the dress - it will be taken in in this area. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAIJfEedVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/M6DQoJMRQI0/s1600-h/IMG_2570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAIJfEedVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/M6DQoJMRQI0/s320/IMG_2570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210673727919781202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full length shot of the dress - it's form fitting to my curves. It looks almost mermaidish but not really. There is no slip that I have to wear under it, only a corsette of course. I feel so comfortable in this dress and it fits my body perfectly. It will have to be taken in a little along the shoulders and some other areas. Can you believe I tried on a dress that I couldn't fill out? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAHjEh-X4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tV9nZXPGTWs/s1600-h/IMG_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAHjEh-X4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tV9nZXPGTWs/s320/IMG_2571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210673067960721282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom's amazing photography skills (I'm half tempted to ask her to do Nic and I's pictures hehe). This is obviously the back of the dress with the train - I'll have the seamstress (Vivian) put a bustle on it. Also because there is no beading or anything of the sorts, I found this beautiful veil that I'm going to have Vivian cut out the parts of the veil to put on the bottom of the train. I don't even know how to begin describing the veil, but let's just say it's beautiful. Mom and I will still look around for a less expensive applique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAGvteSvGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fwGqvItycoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAGvteSvGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fwGqvItycoQ/s320/IMG_2572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210672185597934690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7007477605308099614?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7007477605308099614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7007477605308099614' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7007477605308099614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7007477605308099614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-wedding-dress-thats-fun-to-say.html' title='my wedding dress (that&apos;s fun to say)'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SFAIbkAtKlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/50zJLXgNr4w/s72-c/IMG_2569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5228739407855898381</id><published>2008-06-02T16:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:50:13.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding crashers.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER4eoeYHnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QaLooq92B14/s1600-h/IMG_2553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER4eoeYHnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QaLooq92B14/s320/IMG_2553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207419536803372658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic came down on Friday - we went out to dinner, hung out with Craig (Nic's bro) and Molly,  watched their kids run around (I laughed a lot - that will be the future with all the grandbabies), made delicious cookies (peanut butter chocolate chip) and attempted to catch a pic with the sunset.....didn't work too well but it's a cute pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER4GIeYHmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tMD8lj2g9js/s1600-h/IMG_2556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER4GIeYHmI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tMD8lj2g9js/s320/IMG_2556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207419115896577634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, Nic and I headed back to Medford for his office partner's wedding at Shady Cove (gave me a reason to buy a new top). It was a beautiful ceremony outside by the river - wonderful weather - great company - hot date (hehe) - yummy food - Nic and I even danced for the first time together. That was a great moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER39YeYHlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g6xnc2HDM2g/s1600-h/IMG_2560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER39YeYHlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/g6xnc2HDM2g/s320/IMG_2560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207418965572722258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a pic we snapped as were leaving the wedding. It was so pretty there and I had a great time. Although it was a beautiful ceremony, it made me appreciate the temple all the more. After the wedding we headed back to KTown and attended another reception. I guess you could say we were wedding crashers on Saturday. Sunday brought church, break the fast, and Seminary/Institute graduation. Nic came over on Sunday night and that was wonderful as always. I love spending time with him - it means a lot to me that he makes the effort to make the drive and spend time with me and the rents. Thank you Neeko!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5228739407855898381?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5228739407855898381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5228739407855898381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5228739407855898381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5228739407855898381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-comes-bride.html' title='wedding crashers.....'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SER4eoeYHnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QaLooq92B14/s72-c/IMG_2553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8045622761132790714</id><published>2008-05-28T21:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:03:30.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE through and through?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BLUES are motivated by INTIMACY. They seek to genuinely connect with others, and need to be understood and appreciated. Everything they do is quality-based. They are loyal friends, employers, and employees. Whatever or whomever they commit to is their sole (and soul) focus. They love to serve and give themselves freely in order to nurture others' lives.&lt;br /&gt;BLUES have distinct preferences and have the most controlling personality. Their personal code of ethics is remarkably strong and they expect others to live honest, committed lives as well. They enjoy meaningful moments in conversation as well as paying close attention to special life events. BLUES are dependable, thoughtful,and analytical; but can also be self-righteous, worry-prone and moody. They are "sainted pit-bulls" who never let go of someone or something, once they are committed. When you deal with a BLUE, be sincere and make a genuine effort to understand and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a personality color test for my research class. You're probably wondering what this test and a research methods class have to do in common. Absolutely NOTHING. haha We didn't take the test to see what color we were but to see if it was valid and reliable. I am asking you now if you agree with this test: am I BLUE? I agree with some things but not all. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8045622761132790714?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8045622761132790714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8045622761132790714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8045622761132790714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8045622761132790714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-through-and-through.html' title='BLUE through and through?'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-3719671120648698753</id><published>2008-05-27T16:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:46:02.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>every second counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lots of pics for this post = update. First picture is of the new bedding mom got me for my room - a plum color. Love it - it looks great. No big deal but just thought since I'm updating on other areas of my life, might as well throw in the pic. Here goes with the updating - I'm going to try not to get Thursday and Saturday mixed up because I went to Medford both of those days. Yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The reason I went to Medford on Thursday was to give him his scriptures only...or something like that. When I got to his house, he had arranged this beautiful bouquet of flowers with my favorite color and flower in them. What a sweetie. We went out to dinner in Ashland to Martino's (Italian place). It was delicious. Back at his house I gave him this bag I had put together for him to help him relax: bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups, fishing magazine, "Go Fish" card game (he loves to fish haha),  a few cd's of Take 6, dvd of Secret Window, 2 liter Mountain Dew, picture frame with a pic of he and I.  I think that's all - hope he enjoyed it. It was fun to put together and I hope it actually helps him relax as he is trying to move. We then watched So You Think You Can Dance ( we both enjoy the show) and then started to watch Secret Window but decided instead to take a walk in Bear Creek Park. All in all it was a great night. I left pretty late though (hehe) but it's all worth it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday brought a walk through Bear Creek Park so I could actually see it during the day - beautiful huge park. We then headed over to his parent's house to meet up with some of his sibs and their families. We stayed over there for a few hours and ate dinner. What a great family! Funny story though: Nic and I were outside watching some of his nephews jumping on the trampoline and then one of his nieces came outside. This is what she asked him: Uncle Nic, is this your new wife? haha Kids say the darnedest things! I think Nic was a bit embarrassed but I just laughed about it. Nic of course said no and then she asked him if I was his friend. Yes she is. Is she your special friend? Your girlfriend? Yes she's my girlfriend. It was really funny - a story that won't be forgotten. We left his parent's house and went up to a house he was watching to watch the sunset and watch a movie. Another amazing night and I didn't leave too late. haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday he headed this way to KTown and hung out with my family (rents, Ben and Sharon and their kids). We hung out, ate a delicious dinner, hot tubbing, and movie time. I love the fact that he gets along well with my family and they all get along great with him. :) Everyday spent with him is always wonderful and every second counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                             The new bedding - way cute in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyIND_aQdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lpzUWTLdO08/s1600-h/IMG_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyIND_aQdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lpzUWTLdO08/s320/IMG_2504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205185027324395986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The bouquet Nic got me - more lilies have opened and still more to come  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyICT_aQcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/teu1cz2Gsi0/s1600-h/IMG_2545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyICT_aQcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/teu1cz2Gsi0/s320/IMG_2545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184842640802242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I heard the reason he was frowning was because I wasn't sitting next to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyH8z_aQbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rFigQK2CX5c/s1600-h/IMG_2514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyH8z_aQbI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rFigQK2CX5c/s320/IMG_2514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184748151521714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sitting at Bear Creek Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHsj_aQaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3f1oH6Y8L54/s1600-h/IMG_2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHsj_aQaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3f1oH6Y8L54/s320/IMG_2518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184468978647458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Walking around the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHiD_aQZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MFlHbi010cc/s1600-h/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHiD_aQZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/MFlHbi010cc/s320/IMG_2526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184288590021010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The "sunset"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHXj_aQYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/k7ai1bIgUGU/s1600-h/IMG_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHXj_aQYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/k7ai1bIgUGU/s320/IMG_2534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205184108201394562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a lucky girl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHPj_aQXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/M3RZqTJZa9M/s1600-h/IMG_2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyHPj_aQXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/M3RZqTJZa9M/s320/IMG_2542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205183970762441074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-3719671120648698753?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/3719671120648698753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=3719671120648698753' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3719671120648698753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3719671120648698753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/05/every-second-counts.html' title='every second counts'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SDyIND_aQdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lpzUWTLdO08/s72-c/IMG_2504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6501599918783818104</id><published>2008-05-20T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:43:59.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>I wanted to give you all an update of my new status...I am dating someone right now (look to the right). His name is Nic Phair. What an amazing guy. I met him at the YSA conference in Medford and I guess that's when it all started. We started talking...a lot. hehe I guess this past weekend was a nudge forward in the white direction (haha name that movie...). Seriously though, it was a nudge forward. He lives in Medford - it stinks that he doesn't live in KTown, but doable. Medford is a little over an hour away, so not too bad. I am actually headed there on Thursday, so you can imagine I'm excited about that. Yay. He owns his own insurance agency, so that keeps him busy. He is really a great guy though. I am happy and that's all that matters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6501599918783818104?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6501599918783818104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6501599918783818104' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6501599918783818104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6501599918783818104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1890749811065623871</id><published>2008-05-19T11:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:23:59.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>party like a rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256924322726&amp;amp;site=widget-a6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256924322726&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p1/1729382256924322726/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256924322726&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p2/1729382256924322726/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I threw a surprise birthday party for one of my friends (known her since we were little). Chelsea turned 21 on Mother's Day and got her mission call to Barcelona, Spain. Congrats Chelsea! People from the branch headed here to party like rockstars (hence the title of the post). Music, food, and fun. I would have to say that Mormons do know how to have fun without alcohol and that waste of money junk. I had so much fun and hopefully so did everyone that came. The downstairs was decorated all cute - thanks to Neeko for helping and mom and Kelda for critiquing. All in all it was a great weekend! :) If you want more deets, give me a call...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1890749811065623871?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1890749811065623871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1890749811065623871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1890749811065623871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1890749811065623871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-like-rockstar.html' title='party like a rockstar'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1161951295598767076</id><published>2008-05-16T12:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:43:01.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your typical elementary school ABC's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;A- Attached or Single? Loving the single life to know myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;B- Best Friend: Tabath Lyn Cooke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;C-Cake or Pie: Pie - pudding pie that we always eat on Christmas Eve...tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;D-Day: Friday because it's the start of the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;E- Essential Item: I have a hard time leaving my cell phone home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;F- Favorite Color: Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;G-Gummy Bears or Worms: Gummy worms - the bears taste different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;H-Home town: Klamath Falls, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;I- Indulgences: Anything to do with peanut butter &amp;amp; chocolate - a celestial combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;J- January or July?: For sure July.- my bday and summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;K-Kids: Let's hope so in the future with my hubby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;L-Life is incomplete without: My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;M- Marriage Date: I will keep you posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 2 brothers, 2 sisters and their spouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Oranges are good for the morning, but I can't pass by a delicious Pink Lady or Fuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: Not getting married or having kids, but minor thing is spiders (I'm such a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;Q- Quote: "I don't know what your destiny will be, but one thing I know: the only ones among you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;R- Reason To Smile: Knowing that I have a family that loves me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;S- Season: Summer for pool time and horse riding - Fall because of the colors and smells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;T- Tag Three: Zee, Dani, and Sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: I am obsessed with odd numbers it's ridiculous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: I can't pass up meat - I come from a meat eating family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;W- Worst Habit: Right now...staying up late talking on the phone until the wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Although I have never had an ultrasound, I would say that was awesome seeing Sumo's baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;Y-Your favorite food: Seafood - yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z: Zodiac Sign: Leo...grrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1161951295598767076?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1161951295598767076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1161951295598767076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1161951295598767076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1161951295598767076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-your-typical-elementary-school-abcs.html' title='Not your typical elementary school ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2171015363917392889</id><published>2008-05-13T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:15:06.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>port of the land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256923217915&amp;amp;site=widget-fb.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256923217915&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fb.slide.com/p1/1729382256923217915/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well it is great to be home - I have already been riding. I expect more of that to come. Mom's newest horse, Rio, was fabulous for me. She isn't quite familiar with me yet, but she will be by the end of the Summer. The branch is fabulous as always and it was great to see familiar faces (some cute ones as well hehe) and some new ones. You gotta love KTown though, because yesterday it was about 67 and then today somewhere around the upper 40's and snowing - welcome to Spring. Yes. haha Other then running errands with my mom and loving being home, this weekend I am off to Medford for a Young Single Adult activity. It should be way fun - dance, fireside and then church (it's a Saturday/Sunday event). Hopefully pics will be posted...if I remember to take pics. Speaking of which, the pics below are of my new haircut (Rihanna style) and I have always wanted a fish. The newest animal to the animal farm is Kramer the Betta fish. Sorry Josh, but now you can't ever name your kid that (pass that on Sumo). He's bright pink/red - apparently male Bettas are prettier than females. It's always like that - we as females have to put on make-up to make ourselves look prettier, men don't. What's up with that!? haha Anywyas, Kramer is a well behaved fish though. Thanks to Nikki, the wrap that we wore at her reception matches beautifully with the red flower in his bowl. Thank you Nikki. :) That has been my life since I have moved home. I will keep you updated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewiP9SF8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/3onqzPQo8WU/s1600-h/IMG_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewiP9SF8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/3onqzPQo8WU/s320/IMG_2218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814797640767426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewdP9SF7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2Gvg0--6x_c/s1600-h/IMG_2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewdP9SF7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/2Gvg0--6x_c/s320/IMG_2219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814711741421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewSP9SF6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/WY9L05U51-M/s1600-h/IMG_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewSP9SF6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/WY9L05U51-M/s320/IMG_2224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814522762860450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewL_9SF5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/TWTpB8cEi_4/s1600-h/IMG_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewL_9SF5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/TWTpB8cEi_4/s320/IMG_2225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814415388678034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBev_v9SF4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/_SG-GLHT0yY/s1600-h/IMG_2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBev_v9SF4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/_SG-GLHT0yY/s320/IMG_2226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194814204935280514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1011115773896482611?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1011115773896482611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1011115773896482611' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1011115773896482611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1011115773896482611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/04/newness-of.html' title='newness of...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SBewiP9SF8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/3onqzPQo8WU/s72-c/IMG_2218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7443880905521924888</id><published>2008-04-16T16:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:25:12.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what have i done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/reneebooks/covers/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/reneebooks/covers/twilight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have succumbed and have started reading Twilight. I promised my roommate that I would read the series over the summer. I already had a book picked out to start reading as soon as the semester ended, but then when I saw that that Nikki owned the series my curiosity got the best of me. I am obsessed and I am not even done with the first book. It is so good - I am in love with a fictional character. haha Not good. My New Year's resolution was to find somebody that lived close at least in the vicinity of where I lived - I have miserably failed. haha I am not really in love, please. I just wish I could find an Edward Cullen in my life or some form of vampire. Too bad they don't exist. If you haven't read them yet, please do - they are so well written and are so mesmerizing - they suck you right in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7443880905521924888?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7443880905521924888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7443880905521924888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7443880905521924888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7443880905521924888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-have-i-done.html' title='what have i done...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2358423832635051825</id><published>2008-04-14T16:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:23:54.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what next...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SAPZEoV_DzI/AAAAAAAAANo/LCMS_mmWyJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SAPZEoV_DzI/AAAAAAAAANo/LCMS_mmWyJQ/s320/IMG_2158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189229869233278770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SAPYv4V_DyI/AAAAAAAAANg/g36vql0pgWE/s1600-h/IMG_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SAPYv4V_DyI/AAAAAAAAANg/g36vql0pgWE/s320/IMG_2204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189229512750993186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Safe and sound in Utah - on my way down I stopped in Brigham City and talked with Aziele about her previous jobs. It was great talking with her - I learned a lot about different jobs I can do working as a social worker with kids.  Something that kind of peaked my interest was working in a school for the deaf and blind children.  Something for me to think about - I love social work because of the diversity.  You can work with so many different populations - love it. Yay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have been staying at Sam and Nikki's since. Sam and I tackled the weekend with putzing around the mall and some other stores. It's been weird not having to worry about homework or anything.  On Saturday night, I got an unexpected phone call from Matt Francis. He had asked this girl to go to a symphony with him and she bailed for some stupid reason. He asked me to go instead - lucky me! He took me out to dinner and then headed to downtown Salt Lake for the symphony.  It was amazing!  The first half was Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto and the second half was some Ralphe Vaughn Williams.  They featured a soloist for the concerto - James Ehnes who graduated from Julliard.  Beautiful.  I then treated him to dessert at Cold Stone - it was the least I could do. Although he got my ticket for free and paid half price for his, he did pay for my dinner. All in all it was a really fun night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That has been my life since school got out - I love not being in school right now. haha It's been so nice to be with Sam and Nikki. Yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: last day in the burg, I went to take some pics next to the beautiful temple. Next one is of me right before Francis came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-2358423832635051825?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2358423832635051825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2358423832635051825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2358423832635051825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2358423832635051825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-next.html' title='what next...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/SAPZEoV_DzI/AAAAAAAAANo/LCMS_mmWyJQ/s72-c/IMG_2158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4765072238973913879</id><published>2008-04-02T16:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:37:07.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my goodness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahaha I fooled you! I did not think that this joke would have gone so well. I'm sorry, but that had to have been the best April Fool's joke...EVER! I still can't believe that you all fell for it and hard. First of all: how come anyone didn't notice it was April 1? You all were all probably too mad at me to think twice about the date.  Second of all: you should know me better than that. Shame on you. haha Messing. I would not do anything without talking to my parents and then the siblings.  Seriously though, putting all jokes aside I would like to clarify a few things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want you all to know that Elder Owens would never do such a thing as this. He is an amazing, dedicated missionary who is so focused on the work. He and I do write, but not consecutively.  We are just two good friends writing back and forth. I don't want anyone to think that he would ever do this, especially because he's on his mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;With that being said and that everyone is clear on that, I will not be fooling anyone anytime soon. Who knew this family was so gullible?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4765072238973913879?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4765072238973913879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4765072238973913879' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4765072238973913879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4765072238973913879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-goodness.html' title='oh my goodness...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2853873742217625040</id><published>2008-04-01T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:04:11.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>curiosity killed the cat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 90pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;APRIL FOOLS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-2853873742217625040?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2853873742217625040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2853873742217625040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2853873742217625040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2853873742217625040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/04/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title='curiosity killed the cat...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5201735636410235993</id><published>2008-04-01T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:12:43.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know you are all curious about why I asked if you like the ring or the necklace better. Well I decided to ask you all because I have been writing back and forth pretty consistently with a certain someone. This person asked me to look at a couple of websites through our letters together. They didn't tell me why or what for, so I looked them up and this is what I found: a beautiful ring and necklace. I was shocked! I asked them why they wanted me to look at them and the next letter I got explained to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is it with people buying me jewelry trying to tell me how much they love me? Remember Robbie Warnick? He did the exact same thing: gave me this beautiful diamond ring (not engagement or promise), but just to show how much he loved me. Are any of you starting to get some ideas of who this person might be? I'll tell you: Elder Robert Owens. Yes that's right...He and I have been writing back and forth lately and through these letters he told me to look up these two pieces of jewelry. I asked him why he wanted to buy these things and he just said because he loved me and really appreciated me in his life. They aren't promise rings by any means (he said that and I agree). I told him he shouldn't - I'm not saying I love him too by accepting this. I know it sounds selfish of me to accept either, but I am going to accept the ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't this crazy? I was SHOCKED to say the least... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5201735636410235993?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5201735636410235993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5201735636410235993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5201735636410235993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5201735636410235993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/04/shocked.html' title='SHOCKED!'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6011231712105932856</id><published>2008-03-31T23:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:22:40.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed emotions...more excited than anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R_HPP-q0ADI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mQ98iRtQB_U/s1600-h/diamond+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184152519507705906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R_HPP-q0ADI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mQ98iRtQB_U/s320/diamond+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R_HOjuq0ACI/AAAAAAAAANI/lGa0orFQt_U/s1600-h/circle+pendant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184151759298494498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R_HOjuq0ACI/AAAAAAAAANI/lGa0orFQt_U/s320/circle+pendant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a question: which one do you like better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6011231712105932856?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6011231712105932856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6011231712105932856' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6011231712105932856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6011231712105932856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/mixed-emotionsmore-excited-than.html' title='mixed emotions...more excited than anything'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R_HPP-q0ADI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mQ98iRtQB_U/s72-c/diamond+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6603732876645452337</id><published>2008-03-22T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:41:27.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pesky little stains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBkrPK8p6yg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Please copy this link and watch this commercial. I think it's hilarious! I could watch it over and over - it reminds me of the part in Bruce Almighty with Jim Carey and Steve Carell. You'll know what I'm talking about once you watch it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6603732876645452337?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6603732876645452337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6603732876645452337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6603732876645452337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6603732876645452337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/pesky-little-stains.html' title='pesky little stains...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7589060286010802049</id><published>2008-03-20T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:59:14.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a name...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kind of got a little bored tonight and I was looking at baby names online - no I do not have any news to share with you. If you didn't notice already, but I do have a list of baby names on my blog, so those of you who are married and have the capability of becoming pregnant - don't go stealing my names. haha In the midst of me looking up names, I decided to look up the meanings of everybody's name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; (French origin): little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;: lily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;: born in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;: Jehovah is generous, Jehovah saves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;: son of my right hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;: from the land of Sharon (in the holy land)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt;: feminine form of Daniel meaning God is my judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;: son of Geoffrey; used as a surname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;: name of God; asked of God; heard by God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt; (Japanese origin): two trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allison&lt;/span&gt;: honest; variant of Alice meaning nobility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carter&lt;/span&gt;: cart driver; cart maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt;: son of the reeve or gray - haired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andi&lt;/span&gt;: diminutive of Andrew: brave, manly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt;: bald (which he is definitely not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In honor of baby Andrus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrus&lt;/span&gt; means: man, warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? Disagree? What do you think of your name? Do names have an impact on our lives? If someone has a better meaning, does it mean they will be more successful in life? And vise versa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7589060286010802049?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7589060286010802049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7589060286010802049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7589060286010802049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7589060286010802049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7101284665390405185</id><published>2008-03-15T00:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:10:10.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>looking to the future...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past week has been one that has been full of planning for the future (so sorry if this post is long) - I just want to give all of you an idea of what I have been dealing/planning this past week...&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First off I went and saw my counselor who really helped me out concerning this summer. I was confused about what I was going to do this summer - home or Idaho? I had been praying about what I was to do - I went to the Lord with my decision and had felt that I hadn't received an answer. I talked with my counselor and he gave me some great advice that was an answer to my prayers. He said that there is nothing wrong with going home during your off semester and letting what you've learned soak in; you are looking at it from a professional perspective (he said it much better than I've written it) - that is exactly what I needed to hear. I then talked with him about when I will be doing my internships and how that will fit in with my schedule and applying for graduate school. All this talking got me excited about internships and grad school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I have decided to go home this Summer, I have decided to make a stop in Utah to visit with Aziele. My adviser recommended me to check out this center in Idaho Falls - they work with children who have developmental disabilities. Mom informed me that Aziele used to do this, so she and I are meeting when I get out of school so I can talk with her more about her job and previous jobs. It seems that almost all of the internships that I'm interested in deal with children - could this be my niche in life? Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been looking at grad schools (hence the poll) and am getting really excited about it all. Think: I will be graduating when I'm 21 (Summer 2009) - so young! Then it's off it graduate school who knows where. It's intimidating to think about me going to graduate school, but exhilarating all at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past week has been a reality check for me - I have a little over a year until I graduate! Ahh! Scary, but so exciting. Mom and I are thinking about doing a road trip this Summer to some differing graduate schools, so yay! I have looked at my future in the face and here I come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7101284665390405185?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7101284665390405185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7101284665390405185' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7101284665390405185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7101284665390405185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-to-future.html' title='looking to the future...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4017478953211700579</id><published>2008-03-07T23:30:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T00:19:46.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blind as a bat...for tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I6nf8qeII/AAAAAAAAALY/VwWjzatcFHA/s1600-h/IMG_2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I6nf8qeII/AAAAAAAAALY/VwWjzatcFHA/s200/IMG_2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175263372067371138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cousins united for the blind date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I5OP8qeGI/AAAAAAAAALI/tL9hkggwGh4/s1600-h/IMG_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I5OP8qeGI/AAAAAAAAALI/tL9hkggwGh4/s200/IMG_2035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175261838764046434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cute - that's all I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I4Jv8qeEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FflK50OgNfg/s1600-h/IMG_2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I4Jv8qeEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FflK50OgNfg/s200/IMG_2034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175260661943007298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wait - cousins united again? Oh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I5DP8qeFI/AAAAAAAAALA/LpAX5-E-woQ/s1600-h/IMG_2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I5DP8qeFI/AAAAAAAAALA/LpAX5-E-woQ/s200/IMG_2033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175261649785485394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who wouldn't date us? Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I5-v8qeHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_a_ixWt6MLE/s1600-h/IMG_2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I5-v8qeHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_a_ixWt6MLE/s200/IMG_2032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175262671987701874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Awaiting the arrival of our dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my apt. did a huge group blind date. Shauna and Kellie were the matchmakers for Lauren, Sydney (in our&lt;br /&gt;ward) and me. They set us and each other up. I was set up with Justin Ryan Pitcher from Idaho Falls. All throughout&lt;br /&gt;the week, Kellie would text him about this date and he asked a few questions about me - he didn't want Kellie to&lt;br /&gt;spoil it so he could ask me questions tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had each couple make their own pizzas, eat, and then everyone else went to a building on campus to play Sardines - Justin and I stayed behind because he had to leave early (temple session in the morning - love it). We hung out at my apt. listening to music, playing games, and eating ice cream. You could say I have an MC on him now - yay. He's so nice and funny - talked the whole night away. Shauna said he was looking for someone mature and was sick of the young girls here - do you remember our convo mother about me marrying someone older and more mature? Here you go! haha We'll see...I don't exactly know his age, but I think he's about 24. He went on a mission to Brazil - Belehorizante (something to that effect). He's really into history and traveling - majoring in communications with an emphasis in advertising. He's tall, dirty blond hair, glasses, and cute. Yay. All in all I had a really fun time with him and hope he did too. He said , "In all honesty I had a great time. We'll have to do this again." Not reading into this, but really, I want to go out with him again. Yay for blind dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4017478953211700579?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4017478953211700579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4017478953211700579' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4017478953211700579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4017478953211700579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/blind-as-batfor-tonight.html' title='blind as a bat...for tonight'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R9I6nf8qeII/AAAAAAAAALY/VwWjzatcFHA/s72-c/IMG_2036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1635215227415175621</id><published>2008-03-05T00:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:21:13.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>green shirts and giggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alli has a new MC (mini crush)! hehe I was going to put boys on the back burner for now, because I think I kind of intimidate them...yeah about that - that all changed when I met this boy named Preston. Lauren knows him already because she dated his cousin, Dustin, her freshman year. I actually met Preston at Winger's - I was with some other people. We got to talking and he went on splits with Sam on their missions. haha I guarantee he has seen a picture of me because you know how Sam was so anxious to put his family out on the line. haha Love it.&lt;br /&gt;He and Dustin came over for dinner on Sunday and we had a blast. He is so funny - he says giggle and awkward like I do. hehe They are hilarious!  They invited us over to Dustin's bday party for tonight and so Lauren and I took advantage of the opportunity. We had so much fun - lots of laughing playing cards. I didn't get the best chance to hang out with Preston, but we talked and what not. You could say he is the epitome of good looking - no he's hot! haha Tall, brown hair, blue eyes, great laugh, and a killer smile. What more could a girl ask for?&lt;br /&gt;You are probably wondering about the "green shirts and giggling."  Well, we all know that I get giggly when I talk about a boy I like or get around a cute boy, so that's the giggling part. The green shirt came into play tonight - I was wearing one of Kellie's green shirts to the party tonight, and lo and behold Preston was also wearing a green shirt. Wait - we matched! haha Very similar greens as well. Out of all the girls that were there, I was the only one wearing a green shirt. Not a big deal, I know, but I thought it was funny. :) Sam, put in a good word for your sister. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1635215227415175621?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1635215227415175621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1635215227415175621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1635215227415175621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1635215227415175621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-shirts-and-giggling.html' title='green shirts and giggling'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5078842565239809708</id><published>2008-03-01T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:58:56.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love to serve the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a59334f4467354d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play humanitarian service" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a59334f4467354d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://slideshows.smilebox.com" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5078842565239809708?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5078842565239809708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5078842565239809708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5078842565239809708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5078842565239809708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-to-serve-lord.html' title='i love to serve the Lord'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1817288168202785941</id><published>2008-02-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:01:44.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>v day to utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R7uYF2BoXjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9kPA5ze8Jfw/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R7uYF2BoXjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9kPA5ze8Jfw/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones of Shauna and I are from when we heart attacked our FHE brothers around 12:30 am Valentine's morning. They still haven't confronted us about it and the hearts are still up to this day! Yeah buddy - we made 64 hearts. I kind of want to go over there and get a picture of them without them knowing. hehe Heart day, Lauren and I were to meet up with our FHE brothers to see The Jumper (excellent movie), but it ended up just being she and I. Confusion - Stuart did apologize quite a few times and still is. haha Ask me out on a date and we can see it together - hello?! haha The next 5 are from when I went down to Utah this past weekend. It was a much needed break. Thank you Sam, Nikki, Sumo and Josh. Loves to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1817288168202785941?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1817288168202785941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1817288168202785941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1817288168202785941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1817288168202785941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day-to-utah_19.html' title='v day to utah'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R7uYF2BoXjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9kPA5ze8Jfw/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-877715316342481954</id><published>2008-02-19T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:55:39.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hour by hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R7uWYmBoXiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UnZXRBaawQU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R7uWYmBoXiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UnZXRBaawQU/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-877715316342481954?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/877715316342481954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=877715316342481954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/877715316342481954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/877715316342481954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/02/hour-by-hour.html' title='hour by hour'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R7uWYmBoXiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UnZXRBaawQU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-334257628114643022</id><published>2008-02-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:28:19.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/59/67/23106759.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="222" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/59/67/23106759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I made it through the whole entire night - class was at 8 am. I am so proud of myself - woo hoo! Sad accomplishment, but surprisingly enough it wasn't that hard to stay awake. I didn't feel all that tired during the night - I kept myself busy doing homework. All in all it was a very productive night with Lauren by my side. haha Funny thing - every hour we took a picture and encorporated that number in the picture. I will have to post them and let you have a lookie-loo at my night. haha Classes went well - I struggled at the beginning of my first class, but then ended up fine. I didn't fall asleep while taking my tests. Aren't your proud? I am pretty sure I am past the point of exhaustion though - I might have to take an hour nap after devo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-334257628114643022?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/334257628114643022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=334257628114643022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/334257628114643022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/334257628114643022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/02/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6495072955947327462</id><published>2008-02-12T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:45:18.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping...overrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.snoozeapartments.co.uk/Photos/SnoozeLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="203" alt="" src="http://www.snoozeapartments.co.uk/Photos/SnoozeLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so...it's 3:40 am and i am updating my blog. i decided to do something i have never tried before (minus my senior all nighter party) - i am attempting to pull an all nighter. i honestly don't know how this came about, but i have made it thus far. i have two tests tomorrow which i have been studying for - a paper due on wednesday (done) - an assignment due on friday (halfway done). so really? i am using my time well. i will keep you posted (no pun intended) on how the night progresses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6495072955947327462?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6495072955947327462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6495072955947327462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6495072955947327462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6495072955947327462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepingoverrated.html' title='sleeping...overrated'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1795043534260315263</id><published>2008-02-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:57:46.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cals.ncsu.edu/course/ent425/tutorial/Communication/communicate.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://www.cals.ncsu.edu/course/ent425/tutorial/Communication/communicate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I figure that because most people who look at my blog are the ones that really know me and most of you have known me for my whole life, so I am going to pose a question. In my social work Practice 1 class (individual), we have begun talking about communication - verbal and nonverbal. My question(s): as you have all communicated with me, what have you noticed about me when I speak? What are my gestures when I speak? What is my pitch and tone when I speak? How is my delivery of speech? When I am listening to you speak, how are my listening skills? What do I do when I listen to you speak? I am interested in knowing what you think of my own personal communication skills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1795043534260315263?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1795043534260315263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1795043534260315263' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1795043534260315263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1795043534260315263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/02/communication.html' title='communication'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4692627985535217896</id><published>2008-01-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:58:52.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the kitchen of lauren conley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.usafoods.com.au/uploads/983_Golden%20Grahams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" height="306" alt="" src="http://www.usafoods.com.au/uploads/983_Golden%20Grahams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golden Graham Treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 5 cups of mini marshmallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 1/3 cup of light corn syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 6 tablespoons margarine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 1 1/2 cup milk chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 8 cups golden grahams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. 1 cup mini marshmallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt 1, 2, 3, and 4 in sauce pan. Remove from heat, stir in 5. Pour over cereal. Mix. Stir in 7. (Optional: at the end, you can put a few marshmallows on the top). Let stand and cool...EAT UP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4692627985535217896?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4692627985535217896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4692627985535217896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4692627985535217896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4692627985535217896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-kitchen-of-lauren-conley.html' title='from the kitchen of lauren conley'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1938952502905716397</id><published>2008-01-31T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:45:42.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R6IzdKV5_mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LHA1WoFc4c0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R6IzdKV5_mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LHA1WoFc4c0/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-916216961037210547</id><published>2008-01-29T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:02:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>january 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64949b37030c15a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64949b37030c15a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331407203%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A96EECD320DB99DD81FC6A5D97D648E5977C0F.C979B2B3F99B1C335B755487B8AA4A1DC0E5E2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64949b37030c15a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do1RA1PvayuNFF1UNn3X6CtmyW0c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this past weekend i went to the social work opening social. this video is of brother hay playing the drums. he is the most reserved man in the social work department. i'm surprised he actually played the drums. it was a nice little show for the evening. the social was held at bro. mcdonnell's house (my policies teacher) - the paint color in their living room is the exact same color on the walls of the basement at the house (aka toast). random! it was really fun to meet people who are in the program already - so much fun! i was there for about 4 hours! haha we played ping pong, ate, super mario brothers, ate, and had a blast. sorry to be short in explaining, but that's it in a nutshell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-916216961037210547?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=64949b37030c15a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/916216961037210547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=916216961037210547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/916216961037210547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/916216961037210547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-25.html' title='january 25'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2920105855291554104</id><published>2008-01-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:15:55.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5-IDaV5_lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/brnRTqvDZGw/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160993290182065746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5-IDaV5_lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/brnRTqvDZGw/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are some pictures from this past weekend events - i went to my fhe brother's apt: jefferson (right column middle picture) made an italian dish, and we watched a movie. delicious dinner. i put my flirt on with stuart (love the name) - we sat next to each other during the movie and he seems interested. he's from spokane, washington; majoring in business but most likely english; he wants to get his law degree from gonzaga; 10 kids in his family (including him) - 6 sisters and 3 brothers - he's the third in the line. his picture is in the middle of the collage and then right below it with me. :) i am definitely interested and the feeling seems to be mutual. if you want more details, you'll have to give me a call...ps SOS: stewart has an mc on stuart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-2920105855291554104?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2920105855291554104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2920105855291554104' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2920105855291554104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2920105855291554104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/01/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5-IDaV5_lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/brnRTqvDZGw/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5110015728242796230</id><published>2008-01-21T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:50:53.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you better be happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5US3uzEMGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QaZhlCm_7T8/s1600-h/IMG_1627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049696887091298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5US3uzEMGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QaZhlCm_7T8/s200/IMG_1627.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049323224936514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USh-zEMEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jMoJ5pHVtkQ/s200/IMG_1629.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USbuzEMDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/utgkkAdQZ0E/s1600-h/IMG_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049215850754098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USbuzEMDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/utgkkAdQZ0E/s200/IMG_1638.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USWuzEMCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mTubg90z8ww/s1600-h/IMG_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049129951408162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USWuzEMCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mTubg90z8ww/s200/IMG_1639.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USQOzEMBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Kiie4uxjhqs/s1600-h/IMG_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049018282258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USQOzEMBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Kiie4uxjhqs/s200/IMG_1646.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USK-zEMAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aTLMp_KJXyY/s1600-h/IMG_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158048928087945218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5USK-zEMAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aTLMp_KJXyY/s200/IMG_1647.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry for the long string of pics, but I don't know of any easier way to add pictures.  Any ideas? Throw them my way - literally.  haha The reason I say "you better be happy" is because I have done at least 3 new updates within the past couple of days - trying to make up for the month and a half that I didn't update my blog.  So here you go - here are a few pictures from this past weekend. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5110015728242796230?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5110015728242796230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5110015728242796230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5110015728242796230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5110015728242796230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-better-be-happy.html' title='you better be happy...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5US3uzEMGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QaZhlCm_7T8/s72-c/IMG_1627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2787178430909889221</id><published>2008-01-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:24:33.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5T5nOzEL0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PdTJv8X_F-g/s1600-h/IMG_1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158021925628555074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5T5nOzEL0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PdTJv8X_F-g/s320/IMG_1621.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5T5bOzELzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lbuMqom-5u8/s1600-h/IMG_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158021719470124850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="202" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5T5bOzELzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lbuMqom-5u8/s320/IMG_1620.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some pictures of my new hair - now it's brown/red though. I got it cut a little less than a week ago: more severe a line and bangs. Yay. I love it though - no hair on my neck. Shauna and I agree that it feels good not feeling hair on your neck. I am a true Stewart. In other news...I hung out with Jameson last night. He is the guy I hung out with for like a week before I left on the Europe tour. We just hung out and talked at my apt. It was goot to see him and catch up. He's really cute. hehe He is calling me today - maybe tonight? haha Who knows...Yes! I'm doing good - two updates in the last couple of days. Go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&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/4098419806891281111-2787178430909889221?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2787178430909889221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2787178430909889221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2787178430909889221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2787178430909889221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-hair.html' title='my hair'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5T5nOzEL0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/PdTJv8X_F-g/s72-c/IMG_1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-2281748062267680317</id><published>2008-01-19T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:53:19.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R5JWf-zELxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9OEAStJ-2Iw/s1600-h/IMG_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you will forgive me for taking some time in updating my blog - the internet at my apt. complex is having some issues. Putting excuses aside I am working on posting an album from AZ, so I am trying. Updating my life...I am back in the swing of classs and loving them. I am take Social Work Practice 1 - individual (I think there are a couple that I have to take), values and ethics, Old Testament (spiritual Brian Regan = my professor), Abnormal Psychology, theories, and policies. It is quite the load of classes, but I love my teachers and love the class. I love the department here - all of the professors are amazing. Love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you who didn't know, I tried out for a vocal fireside group, but didn't make it. I got a callback which was exciting, but oh and well. I was a little bummed when I found out about it, but then something exciting and uplifting happened later that day. The SW student council were having elections for my class (first year students). People can only vote for people in their class. I decided to go, but wasn't planning on running. I had a few thoughts roaming around in my head if I decided to run. When I got there the president, vp, someone from the activities committee, a girl (Brittney) from my classes, and me were the only ones there. Brittney and I were the only two from our class. We both weren't planning on running, but had thought about it. Because of the lack of people, she and I automatically got on board for student council. Yay! I was so excited! :) That made my day - who needs that vocal fireside group. haha I took that as a blessing in disguise - I will be able to get so involved with the SW program (planning service activities and socials). All in all I am glad I didn't make it into that vocal group - blessing in disguise. I have my first meeting next Wednesday and our opening social is next Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Along the SW lines...come February 28-29, I will be going to SLC for a humanitarian aid service "expidition" with 45 other SW students and some advisors. I am so excited! We will be serving in homeless shelters in downtown SLC near Pioneer Square, eat with the homeless people, take a tour of the conference center, maybe see a movie there. On Friday we will be split into groups to either work in the bishop's storehouse, bakery, cheese factory, DI, or the cannery. I am so excited that I was able to sign up. It will be such a neat, hands on experience for me. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There - I think I have updated you on all that's been happening here in the Iceburg...I mean Rexburg. haha That's the happenings of Ms. Alli...&lt;/span&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/4098419806891281111-2281748062267680317?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/2281748062267680317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=2281748062267680317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2281748062267680317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/2281748062267680317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5288419596254207373</id><published>2007-12-09T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:13:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="318" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/GLX/TCB2206~Christmas-Tree-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have been Christmas tagged by Dani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wrapping paper or paper bags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seriously? Is that even a question? The only correct answer is wrapping paper. It's so much fun to help Santa wrap presents. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tree -real or artificial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, seriously? There is nothing better than going the day after Turkey Day with the family and picking out the perfect fresh tree: roasting mallows and hot dogs. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When do you put the Christmas tree up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The correct day is the day after Turkey Day. Chop it, lights, ornaments, and up the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When do you take the Christmas tree down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's up the mother - the day after Christmas. That is when the holiday ends, but yet the music is still playing. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like egg nog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't yes or no, because honestly I haven't tried it. I'm pretty sure Josh a boy asked me to try it one year and even bought me a carton, but I never tried it. Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me personally, yes! I just got my first nativity this year actually. The rents have quite the collection - maybe one day I will measure up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Favorite gift as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Watching home videos this past holiday season, I got pretty dang excited about all of the baby "stuff" I got: a carrier, clothes, and who knows what. All I know is that I was obsessed with babies. That's a good thing, right? I am pretty sure I got a lot of American Girl dolls and accessories for Christmas. Honestly, every year Santa surprises me with wonderful gifts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The only people that I buy for are a few of my friends and whose ever name I draw. Tabatha is a bit tricky, because I want it to mean something because of our friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Easiest&lt;/span&gt; person to buy for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um...The person's name I draw usually gives me a few gifts. Mom and dad are pretty easy also - easy to please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Worst Christmas gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um...I don't remember ever receiving something I didn't like. Wait! I take that back - I was in high school, probably a sophomore or junior, and my friend (Kelianne) had given me one of those fury, fuzzy posters that you color. It was so random! I was in high school! She told me she thought I would like it because I enjoyed coloring - how about a coloring book? Who knows - she was nice to think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mail or e-mail a Christmas card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Definitely mail - there's just nothing better then getting a card or letter in the mail (especially when you are at college). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's a tough one...The classics that the family watches on Christmas Eve: Muppet Christmas Carol, A Charlie Brown Christmas, the classic Grinch. Elf is funny as well. I feel that Polar Express is going to become a classic. I have grown to appreciate White Christmas. You could say I love Christmas movies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A couple of months in advance, although I would have to agree with Dani - the holiday hustle and bustle is exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Favorite food to eat on Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eve: chocolate pudding pie watching a good Christmas movie. Morning: the bran muffins mom makes - delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Clear or colored lights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clear (aka white) for the home and main tree in the house. Colored for businesses and not the main tree in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honestly? I really don't have one - I can say that I am for sure not a fan of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer. All of the other ones are so dang good. You can't go wrong listening to Christmas music when studying for finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Travel during Christmas or stay home?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Both for me - I travel so that I can be home for the holidays, even if there will only be 3 of us - I am still looking forward to it. Love the rents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you name Santa's reindeer?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks to Chamber Choir in high school, I had to learn Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Angel or star on tree top?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Definitely a star - all of the angels are not cute. I am pretty sure I could make a cuter angel - they are all namby pamby crazy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Open present on Christmas Eve or morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pajamas and ornaments on Eve and then Santa's presents in the morning - at least that's how it has been in the past. You never know that tricks Santa will pull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Most annoying thing about Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;First of all, bad question to end on. haha Second of all, there is only one annoying thing I can think about that's annoying are the drivers. Those college students that do not come from snowy towns should have to take a driving course and even some that do come from snowy areas should. Crazy college drivers - ahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tag you're it: Sam/Nikki, Mom/Dad, and Jacque/Skye. &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/4098419806891281111-5288419596254207373?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5288419596254207373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5288419596254207373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5288419596254207373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5288419596254207373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-tag.html' title='christmas tag'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5171055532436078782</id><published>2007-12-09T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:32:58.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season to decorate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5463774d444d774e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play deck+the+halls" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5463774d444d774e773d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapbooks.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5171055532436078782?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5171055532436078782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5171055532436078782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5171055532436078782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5171055532436078782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-decorate.html' title='&apos;tis the season to decorate'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7957794847441586083</id><published>2007-12-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:45:19.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tag! you're it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R1MmeDIN7QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZtxPeYuXyzA/s1600-R/S5300336.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139493897437572354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R1MmeDIN7QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qGlg7giMfM4/s320/S5300336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have gotten a few complaints (cough Natalie and Dani cough cough) about not updating my blog, but who's naming any names. giggle. In the midst of me updating my blog, I have been tagged by Shauna (I think Dani you might have tagged me awhile ago) to share 6 interesting things. So, I have discussed with Shauna and Lauren 6 "quirks" of mine that are quite strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I have this strange eating habit: I eat around the edges of sandwiches or hamburgers or french toast or anything with edges. I never knew where I got this strange eating habit until I went home for Turkey Day break and I inherited it from my mother. I have no idea why I do this - save the inside for last. Who knows? Not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I have a neurosis with odd numbers. I seriously am obsessed with them. To give you a hint of this neurosis: I always have to set my alarm on an odd number (5:55; 5:57; etc...). I always count how many sips I take (5; 7; 9; etc...) - always an odd number! I can not give you an idea about where this obsession with odd numbers came from, but to say the least I don't really like even numbers. giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Whenever I'm eating or even drinking I hold up my right pinky finger, not my left though. Am I from England? No. I remember! When I went to England this past summer, I drank tea and you have to hold up your pinky. NOT! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I heard this story this semester of this man who had a tumor on his pituitary gland and drank so much water it was ridiculous. We all know that I had a tumor removed from my pituitary gland a few years back, so I'm wondering if that's where my obsession with water came. Example: the other day I drank around 115 ounces of water. They call me a camel around here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. My dad asked me if I wanted a new pair of pants and I really should replace this one pair of jeans. They have holes in a kind of awkward place (I won't name where) and they aren't the smallest of holes either - they are my favorite pair of jeans and I can not give them up. Mom, you know how I feel - back me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Last but certainly not least...Every night I wear ear plugs, sometimes with an eye mask. I seriously have a hard time falling asleep with any noise. This could potentially be a huge problem in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You probably all think I am the weirdest person - it's true! As I was writing these, I have some weird quirks about me. giggle. As far as an update of my life goes - School is winding down. 9 finals coming up - woo hoo! I get to choreograph a dance for my tap class with a few other girls - Christmas music for sure. yay. Other then that, homework is my life. My mom pointed out something to me though - all of the homework I do is all part of my patterns of preparation for life. What are your patterns of preparation?&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/4098419806891281111-7957794847441586083?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7957794847441586083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7957794847441586083' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7957794847441586083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7957794847441586083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/12/tag-youre-it.html' title='tag! you&apos;re it!'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/R1MmeDIN7QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qGlg7giMfM4/s72-c/S5300336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8679184463423152801</id><published>2007-11-06T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:13:37.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aboriginalsocialwork.ca/images/saija.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="114" alt="" src="http://www.aboriginalsocialwork.ca/images/saija.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just wanted to let you all know that I have been provisionally accepted into the Social Work program! It's official! :) It has been quite the process with my application with getting in all of my letters in, but the Lord has greatly blessed me. All I have to do now is pass all of the prerequisite classes that I am enrolled in this semester. So far, so good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8679184463423152801?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8679184463423152801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8679184463423152801' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8679184463423152801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8679184463423152801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official!'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8158347279196996553</id><published>2007-10-27T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:43:05.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellPadding="0" cellSpacing="0" bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5451314e6a51324e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5451314e6a51324e413d3d0d0a.jpg" alt="jjjjackson hole" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" alt="Slideshows and scrapbooks - Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com"&gt;Make your own slide shows and scrapbooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8158347279196996553?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8158347279196996553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8158347279196996553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8158347279196996553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8158347279196996553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-your-own-slide-shows-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-3540962561844305608</id><published>2007-10-16T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:51:10.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new years!...not quite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fitnessmatters.com/WP/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/happy%20new%20year%20fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="168" alt="" src="http://www.fitnessmatters.com/WP/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/happy%20new%20year%20fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sure if any of you are aware of this or not, but...I'M GOING TO AZ FOR NEW YEAR'S!!! woo hoo! mostly because of cody, but also because of family. hehe i can't stop smiling. thank you so much to wonderful parents, i get to go to az. i'm so excited you have no idea. i'm sure you can just see me writing over and over about how excited i am with the biggest smile. i want it to be christmas! thanksgiving would also be wonderful if it would just HURRY! haha i just wanted to let you all know my plans for bringing in the new year. ;) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-3540962561844305608?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/3540962561844305608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=3540962561844305608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3540962561844305608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3540962561844305608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-new-yearsnot-quite.html' title='happy new years!...not quite'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1837612633018484257</id><published>2007-10-15T16:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:21:38.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tapping and cooking - ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmxcPTysI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U8nsc0m9714/s1600-h/S5300358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121690938318768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmxcPTysI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U8nsc0m9714/s200/S5300358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmfMPTyrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CsDiFGJ3wQc/s1600-h/S5300344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121690624786156210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmfMPTyrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CsDiFGJ3wQc/s200/S5300344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmOsPTyqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aOuYh2rfguI/s1600-h/S5300327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121690341318314658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmOsPTyqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aOuYh2rfguI/s200/S5300327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPl2sPTypI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XfQ3YN9_WiQ/s1600-h/S5300323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121689929001454226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPl2sPTypI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XfQ3YN9_WiQ/s200/S5300323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ere are some pictures of happenings from the past couple of days. for lauren and mine's tap class, we had to dress all gangsta like - we totally pulled it off. haha yeah right! i'm a white girl and proud of it! we were practicing our dance and kind of got in trouble with the girls below us - they told us to go somewhere else (ps there is nowhere else). i decided to get up on the counter and tap. haha i didn't stay up there very long - it was pretty slippery. jordan and i were tackling the kitchen making dinner and dessert. we conquered! :) i bought a new apron from the bookstore and i wanted to show it off. so cute!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4098419806891281111-1837612633018484257?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1837612633018484257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1837612633018484257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1837612633018484257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1837612633018484257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/10/h-ere-are-some-pictures-of-happenings.html' title='tapping and cooking - ???'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RxPmxcPTysI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/U8nsc0m9714/s72-c/S5300358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-97367692438015088</id><published>2007-10-12T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:14:22.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do with me...sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-OcPTyoI/AAAAAAAAADs/qbSn15nqtsM/s1600-h/criancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120590825395571330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-OcPTyoI/AAAAAAAAADs/qbSn15nqtsM/s320/criancas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-IMPTynI/AAAAAAAAADk/YqVxjDwu_Xg/s1600-h/Os_Avos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120590718021388914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-IMPTynI/AAAAAAAAADk/YqVxjDwu_Xg/s320/Os_Avos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-CcPTymI/AAAAAAAAADc/uOil6GhI3FQ/s1600-h/sobrinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120590619237141090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-CcPTymI/AAAAAAAAADc/uOil6GhI3FQ/s320/sobrinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;per request by mother, here are a few pictures of cody. he and i have been e-mailing pictuers back and forth. he now has a picture of the family and then some. 1: he was on his mission and i can't remember the names of the three little kids, but doesn't his smile just kill you? love it! 2: him and his grandparents. very attractive. 3: him and his nephew. love how he is smiling down at his nephew. things are going well between he and i. we have talked everyday since we met last saturday (almost a week!). his direct words to me today: "so when are you going to come do az and vist me...i mean visit your fam? ;)" direct quote. hehe new years? :) i will continue to keep you posted on further happenings...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-97367692438015088?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/97367692438015088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=97367692438015088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/97367692438015088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/97367692438015088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-to-do-with-me.html' title='nothing to do with me...sort of'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Rw_-OcPTyoI/AAAAAAAAADs/qbSn15nqtsM/s72-c/criancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-3180940981190549106</id><published>2007-10-09T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:46:29.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellPadding="0" cellSpacing="0" bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d544d314f5441354d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d544d314f5441354d413d3d0d0a.jpg" alt=" " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="42" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" alt="Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d544d314f5441354d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;Click to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/makeYourOwnRedirect.jsp?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_post_makeyourown"&gt;Make your own Smilebox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-3180940981190549106?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/3180940981190549106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=3180940981190549106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3180940981190549106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/3180940981190549106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/10/click-to-play-make-your-own-smilebox.html' title=''/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5664453434321731578</id><published>2007-10-01T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:13:48.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>camping summer 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellPadding="0" cellSpacing="0" bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d544d784f4445314f513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d544d784f4445314f513d3d0d0a.jpg" alt="the lava beds" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="42" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" alt="Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d544d784f4445314f513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;Click to play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://messengerandadvocate.files.wordpress.com/2006/12/christus_statue_temple_square_salt_lake_city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;can i just tell you how excited i am for this upcoming weekend? DANG EXCITED! i am so excited to hear from inspired, god fearing men. in my teachings of the living prophets, i have gained a greater love and appreciation for the prophets and apostles and also a greater testimony of them. they are amazing and i can't wait to hear what they have to say to us. who do you think they will put in as a counselor? i could see elder eyring being called - or anyone for that matter. not only am i excited for conference, but i'm also excited to see francie pants! :) francie pants, 2 of his buddies and i are going to the saturday afternoon and sunday morning sessions. just to set the record straight, he invited me and i just happened to have the hook ups with tickets - thank you so much dad! there are 2 left for each day - any takers? re-try weekend with francie pants. put your flirt on alli! done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7571536341760689348?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7571536341760689348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7571536341760689348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7571536341760689348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7571536341760689348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/10/conference.html' title='conference'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-446112720222193465</id><published>2007-09-26T18:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:28:26.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel sick - so sick - what i need is a dose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have been sick since about sunday with a cold. going to class and working through it - woo hoo! i am involved with a choir for the cultural celebration. it's going to be this amazing celebration the night before the rexburg temple gets dedicated: singing, dancing, narration, fiddle players, and what not. i'm really excited and an amazing opportunity. it looks like president hinckley is planning on attending. :) that's not why i'm doing it though. classes are going well - i'm actually taking 19 credits now. i added a beginning tap class, because they don't offer anything higher. it's fun to be tapping again and a nice refresher. nothing too exciting going on in the life of this college student...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-446112720222193465?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/446112720222193465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=446112720222193465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/446112720222193465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/446112720222193465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-sick-so-sick-what-i-need-is-dose.html' title='i feel sick - so sick - what i need is a dose...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8363032358954449909</id><published>2007-09-15T02:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:15:07.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>study study study!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's official! i'm back in the burg at the start of my third year at byu-idaho. love it! i'm taking 18 credits - intro to psychology, statistics, intro to social work, anatomy, intro to sociology, and teachings of the living prophets. i am loving all of my classes so far. lots of reading to be done, but all worth it. i will be applying for the social work program here in another month or a little bit less. i'm nervous, but whatever happens happens. my plan b is to pursue sociology. i love my bishop in my new ward. his name is mike meyers. haha love it! his wife is actually sisters with amy wilkenlow (keno branch). weird, huh? crazy mormon connections! haha that's about it from my end. i love this school and i love life. :) know about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8363032358954449909?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1751539979508577882</id><published>2007-05-31T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:01:55.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i am home from europe and sam is married now. europe was fabulous. i loved every minute of it and will never forget my experiences there. there's too much to say about it that will take too much time/space to describe to those few people who read this.  most people that read these posts are in my family and already know about europe. sam's wedding was beautiful, although i wasn't able to be a part of the ordinance.  their reception is next weekend, and then it will all be over. the last stewart to get married is home for the summer. i am loving being able to live in the new house and being with my parents.  that's what's going in my life in a nutshell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1751539979508577882?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1751539979508577882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1751539979508577882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1751539979508577882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1751539979508577882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-nutshell.html' title='in a nutshell...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-9143217723221710642</id><published>2007-04-17T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:18:57.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RiVVbl0jtbI/AAAAAAAAABg/-1ElVglzYvc/s1600-h/the+dance+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054540089290634674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RiVVbl0jtbI/AAAAAAAAABg/-1ElVglzYvc/s200/the+dance+class.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;classes for the europe tour are underway and are going great so far. so much research to do in so little time. i am taking religious symbolism in art, travel study in the arts, and christian history. i am loving them all so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;as a group, we also have a journal writing class. there are specific chapters to our travel journal that i think will be so beneficial. we are given different writing exercises that will help us more capture our impressions on what we see and so forth. the first thing we do is write down our impressions. taking one specific idea from that section, we brainstorm about that idea. after brainstorming, you compose and really get into the details. after some time has gone by, then you reread what you've written and reflect on it. i think with these different steps, this journal will be more meaningful down the road. the chapters include: wish list, impressions, self-discovery, cultural sensitivity, spiritual sensitivity, personalized chapter, afterthoughts, and course specific tasks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;after learning of the different museums we get to visit and researching different paintings and sculptures, i just want to be there right now! 8 days!!! the different museums we are visiting as a group are: the british museum, british national gallery, vatican museum, ancient rome, uffizi, kunsthistoriches, rijks museum, and the lourve. so fun! in the british library, there are manuscripts of handel's messiah. can you believe it? i couldn't either! there's also da vinci's sketchbook among a miriad of other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just thought i would give you an update of the happenings of europe class thus far. i will probably be making 1 or 2 more posts before i leave, and then i'll be off for%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-9143217723221710642?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/9143217723221710642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=9143217723221710642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/9143217723221710642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/9143217723221710642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/04/8-days.html' title='8 days!!!'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RiVVbl0jtbI/AAAAAAAAABg/-1ElVglzYvc/s72-c/the+dance+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-246174257187069865</id><published>2007-03-30T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:49:21.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings of alli</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a certain someone, whose name will not be mentioned (cough cough), has been wanting me to post something new. i honestly don't have anything new to report, but i'm not going to lie when i say that i'm not ready to be done with school and to be out of here...because i am! i love this school and i love this town, i'm just ready to be home. i honestly don't think i could be here year round. i would go insane! too many hormones running around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;good news is is that time is running out for me to leave for europe. i leave april 26. i still can not believe that i'm going. i have always dreamt of going and now i get to live that dream. it's not a dream anymore, but a reality. i'm feeling a little bit of pressure concerning classes and packing and what not. i can't complain too much because...I AM GOING TO EUROPE!!! ahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;last day of classes is on monday and then finals begin wednesday. yay!...not. i can't believe that i will be a junior in a week. i'm halfway through college. i always knew time would go by fast, but still! i said that after my freshman year and i'm saying it again. you don't know much time flies by until you're living it. it applies to all areas of life. good news with school is that i'm moving towards majoring in child development. i am sick of getting rude looks from people when i say i don't know what i'm majoring in and i'm in my second year. it's a hard decision and it's been one of the toughest decisions i have had to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;well that's all from the happenings of alli...are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-246174257187069865?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/246174257187069865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=246174257187069865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/246174257187069865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/246174257187069865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/03/happenings-of-alli.html' title='happenings of alli'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6319825362319772532</id><published>2007-03-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:34:42.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry; be happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Re3rsSCVSuI/AAAAAAAAABU/uwxDfZU6gfg/s1600-h/fat+smily+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038942704085846754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Re3rsSCVSuI/AAAAAAAAABU/uwxDfZU6gfg/s200/fat+smily+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;for the past couple of days i have been so happy. i don't know why, but i am just so happy. i'm happy that this semester ends in one month; i'm going to europe in a month and a half; i love school and life; and i really like this guy. i go about my day wanting to smile wherever i go (that might look a little weird on campus though). the weather is so beautiful it makes me even happier. i don't know why - it baffles me. i'm so happy to be here and so happy with everything that's going on in my life right now. i hope you enjoy this picture as much as this guy does. haha i thought it was really funny and i couldn't help but post it. i found this other picture of a smiling goat that i was going to put up, but i like this one better. last week at stake conference, elder hammond said that we shouldn't worry - everything turns out in the end. look at joseph smith - everything turns out in the end. don't worry - be happy! i hope your lives are filled with happiness each and every day. why wouldn't you be happy? there are so many wonderful things that we each have in our lives. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6319825362319772532?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6319825362319772532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6319825362319772532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6319825362319772532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6319825362319772532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='don&apos;t worry; be happy!'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/Re3rsSCVSuI/AAAAAAAAABU/uwxDfZU6gfg/s72-c/fat+smily+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-4242560498493923774</id><published>2007-03-03T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:28:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pursue helping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i took this aptitude test and the results were what i should pursue, experience, and avoid. it also gave me a list of careers i should look into. overall the results were that i should pursue helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;develop public speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;explore counseling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pursue child development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;develop medical practices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;experience athletics/physical fitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pursue child care worker, guidance counselor, religious leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;develop teacher K-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pursue social worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;develop nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;so according to these results, what do you think? which do you think accentuates my strengths and abilities? i need your thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-4242560498493923774?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/4242560498493923774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=4242560498493923774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4242560498493923774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/4242560498493923774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursue-helping.html' title='pursue helping...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8458972551019613179</id><published>2007-02-25T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:26:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOUNDS of fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/ReH-tJ40_wI/AAAAAAAAABI/PkmRXbkVKhM/s1600-h/double+date+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035585910078766850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/ReH-tJ40_wI/AAAAAAAAABI/PkmRXbkVKhM/s200/double+date+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;let's be honest, last night was so much fun. my friend, doree and i planned a double date. we made our dates dinner, saw the "new" joseph smith movie in idaho falls, and ate dessert at scotty's diner. my date was aaron. what a great guy and so much fun. :) he's 22 from san antonio, texas. he served a spanish speaking mission to phoenix, arizona. we have new testament and business class together. he's a great dresser and a great latin dancer. i learned last night that he lived in portugal for 5 or 6 years when he was younger. doree asked will. they seemed to have had fun with each other. we all had fun together, i'm not going to lie. we'll see what comes about because of all of this...who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8458972551019613179?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8458972551019613179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8458972551019613179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8458972551019613179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8458972551019613179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/02/mounds-of-fun.html' title='MOUNDS of fun...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/ReH-tJ40_wI/AAAAAAAAABI/PkmRXbkVKhM/s72-c/double+date+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1574797414774505508</id><published>2007-02-23T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:03:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.saltspring.com/oldisland/images/141_Forever_Chinese.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(chinese symbol for eternity) diamond rio sings a song called i believe. i found it online tonight and fell in love with it. the piano player of diamond rio is actually lds. believe it or not, because he is. there is a statement in this song: our love can even reach across eternity. i wonder if this statement in this song is referring to eternal marriage. just because he is lds, i wonder if they threw it in. there are quite a few songs that refer to living after death and having love go beyond death. why put it in a song if they don't believe that it exists? why don't people join the church when they hear that marriage and family goes beyond death? why wouldn't people want to join the church knowing of this wonderful blessing? i was just wondering about this. for me personally, this makes all of the waiting worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1574797414774505508?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1574797414774505508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1574797414774505508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1574797414774505508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1574797414774505508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/02/eternity.html' title='eternity'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-1656959466046142517</id><published>2007-02-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:41:39.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, myself &amp; i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my life is going well right now. this past weekend i went down to utah and spent time with summer and josh. i had such a great time with them. it was a much needed break, that's for sure. i realized this weekend that i have changed while being at college. at first, i was on shaky grounds about myself. then i was a country freak; all i did was listen to country music, go dancing, and wanted to marry a cowboy. now i don't listen to that genre of music anymore and i don't go dancing anymore. i do go latin dancing sometimes. country dancing doesn't do it for me anymore. i do still enjoy the music, but the dancing doesn't do it for me anymore. i have turned more to rock and alternative. i have also realized that i'm a mixture of my 2 sisters. i like the music they both listen to and the way they both dress. it's kind of weird. i find new things about myself everyday here at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love this school. it really is my perfect fit. i have thought about transferring down to provo, but have decided that this really is the place for me. this school is an inspired and the guidelines are all inspired by the Lord.  i have no significant story of why i ended up here. i just decided to come here because my cousin was going here. deciding to attend byu-idaho is one of the best decisions i have ever made. i have grown so much closer to the Lord while being here and i have learned more about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-1656959466046142517?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/1656959466046142517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=1656959466046142517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1656959466046142517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/1656959466046142517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-myself-i.html' title='me, myself &amp; i'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-175237927325882237</id><published>2007-02-15T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:41:25.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="178" alt="" src="http://www.emoonlightcreations.com/designs/hugs-kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;this day is known to many single students as "single awareness day." instead of staying home watching sappy love movies and chick flicks, i decided to do something about this valentine's day. although this day has never been my favorite, one of my friends opened my eyes. i personally think it's ridiculous that we set aside ONE day out of the whole year to celebrate our love for "that special someone." my friend, sarah, loves this day. i am starting to warm up to it now. i actually enjoyed myself yesterday. i thought about all of the people who loved me: the Lord, friends, and family. it really hit me to think about the true love my parents have for me. they sent me a valentine on tuesday so it's going to be late. honestly, i don't need anything in the mail, although it is nice ;) i already know how much my parents love me and it overwhelms me. so thank you to my parents for the love they have for me. i love you both so much. i don't know where i would be without the love of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;but, i did do something last night instead of wishing i had a boyfriend. me and my friend, mikan decided to hang out with some boys. :) she and i cooked dinner for 2 of her friends. the dinner turned out better than planned. i thought it only had to cook for 1 hour...nope! it was supposed to cook for 2 1/2 hours! haha we bumped the temp. up and cooked that chicken. it tasted delicious! hehe we ate dinner, played games, had dessert, and went bowling. it was so much fun! it got my mind off of sappy love stories, although that would have been nice. i might as well celebrate being single while i still am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope you all had a wonderful valentine's day! thank you for your love that keeps me smiling everyday. i love you all!&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/4098419806891281111-175237927325882237?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/175237927325882237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=175237927325882237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/175237927325882237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/175237927325882237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6228258210428791726</id><published>2007-02-09T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:56:39.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can of green beans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RczirejCymI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sdjYZKcdgAc/s1600-h/thumb+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029644120428300898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RczirejCymI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sdjYZKcdgAc/s320/thumb+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;as many of you know, the night after i got home from christmas break i sliced my finger. i just got the pix of my camera and i wanted to share with you the ugliness of it. i had a fight with a can of green beans and i definitely lost. the pictures will give you an idea. haha although the pictures do not give it justice. it was gnarly and pretty darn deep. not a pretty pix. it's all healed and there's a lovely pink scar and still a little swollen. when my thumb is exposed to the cold, it gets pretty swollen and i can only imagine what it will look like when the warm weather arrives. well enjoy the pix! (sorry about the pix being a little bit blury)&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/4098419806891281111-6228258210428791726?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6228258210428791726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6228258210428791726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6228258210428791726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6228258210428791726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-of-green-beans.html' title='can of green beans...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RczirejCymI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sdjYZKcdgAc/s72-c/thumb+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8273497648054434821</id><published>2007-02-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T15:11:00.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manifestations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;   today, something was manifested unto me by a simple act of kindness in the lord's heart...i knew this week was going to be hard since the moment it started on monday. i have a critique paper due on friday, resumes to be created, a workshop to go to, english midterm on monday and a myriad of other things to do. ahh!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;   prayer has played a huge role in these past couple of weeks. the lord knows exactly what we need at the moment we need it. prayer is where we can pour out our hearts to him about our desires, what we need and what we are sad about or anything. if we just put our faith in him, he will answer our prayers in due time. my prayers were answered today...i went to english class today and my teacher bumped the paper up to monday and the midterm up to wednesday. my business teacher bumped up the resumes until the 26th of this month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know this is but a simple act, but it never ceases to amaze me that the lord always listens to what's in our hearts and will always answer in due time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8273497648054434821?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8273497648054434821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8273497648054434821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8273497648054434821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8273497648054434821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/02/manifestations.html' title='manifestations...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8959755966906940360</id><published>2007-01-31T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T14:29:42.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sometimes i feel that good just isn't good enough. what i do in my life just isn't good enough. so if what i'm doing isn't good enough for family or friends, will my actions ever be good enough for my future spouse? that opens up a whole other can of worms, so i won't even get into that...will i ever be good enough for someone to marry me? if i am trying to do what i know is best, wouldn't that be compensated for in other areas of my life? if what i'm doing now isn't pleasing anyone, how will i ever know what to do next? i don't know if there's any specific answer to any of these questions, but i just want to throw out that idea: maybe good just is not good enough for anyone. is it possible to please anyone? is it ever possible to be good enough for yourself?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8959755966906940360?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8959755966906940360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8959755966906940360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8959755966906940360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8959755966906940360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/01/good.html' title='good?'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6889368224121123216</id><published>2007-01-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:33:38.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RaxReZdzUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/43RBlesdb0s/s1600-h/homecoming+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020477267285070050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RaxReZdzUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/43RBlesdb0s/s320/homecoming+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i am finally going to update my blog space. i am back at school and of course am loving it. i really do love byu-idaho although some people (ahem cough cough) want me to transfer to byu provo. i will think about it, but for now i am going to class and loving it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;school isn't what i want to focus on though....when you have a best friend, you want what's best for them. you grow up doing everything with this person. you two are conjoined at the hip and some people even think you're twins. you share what's going on in your life and who you like with this person. you would do anything for your best friend to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;the minute my best friends left on his mission, i couldn't wait for him to come home again. i couldn't wait for him to come home so everything would go back to being normal. it was hard because i wasn't able to share certain things with him. he wasn't able to watch me go off to my senior prom or go to my high school graduation or even see me off to my first year of college. he was there in spirit but not there to talk with face to face. i know this sounds selfish but there is a point to be made, i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;when he came home, i knew things were never going to be the same. he and i are still best friends and are just as close as ever. when i found out that he was going to get married, mixed emotions came over me. i was so excited for him to finally reach what he had been preparing for his whole life; on the other hand i felt distraught (for lack of a better word). i have to share my best friends with another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;my mom put it best: out of everyone in the family, you are the one that will have the hardest time "giving him up." best friend, you know who you are...mom is right. i will be the one that has the hardest time giving you up, because we are the closest. things won't be the same. i can't express how excited i am for you. it's what you've always wanted and i can't wait to be a part of it. although i can't be in the temple to watch you be sealed to your eternal companion, but know that i will be there in spirit. i love you and i could not be happier for you.&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/4098419806891281111-6889368224121123216?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6889368224121123216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6889368224121123216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6889368224121123216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6889368224121123216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-friend.html' title='best friend'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RaxReZdzUOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/43RBlesdb0s/s72-c/homecoming+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5151882382650407856</id><published>2006-12-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:07:02.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas began with a baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RYQ1rvMWVSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wHGIWQ-W1GM/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009187711061742882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RYQ1rvMWVSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wHGIWQ-W1GM/s200/nativity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeffrey R. Holland - "At the focal point of all human history, a point illuminated by a new star in the heavens revealed for just such a purpose, probably no other mortal watched--none but a poor young carpenter, a beautiful virgin mother, and silent stabled animals who had not the power to utter the sacredness they had seen. Shepherds would soon arrive and later, wise men from the East. Later yet the memory of that night would bring Santa Claus and Frosty and Rudolph--and all would be welcome. But first and forever there was just a little family, without toys or trees or tinsel. With a baby--that's how Christmas began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It is for this baby that we shout in chorus: 'Hark! the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King! . . . Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5151882382650407856?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5151882382650407856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5151882382650407856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5151882382650407856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5151882382650407856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-began-with-baby.html' title='Christmas began with a baby...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjASiIbQoLo/RYQ1rvMWVSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wHGIWQ-W1GM/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-6018781433082478153</id><published>2006-12-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:32:37.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye...</title><content type='html'>"sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to." &lt;br /&gt;"true goodbyes are the ones never said or explained." &lt;br /&gt;i said goodbye when i didn't want to. i had hope, but it failed me. i said goodbye because there was nothing left to hold on to; no hope to hold on to. it wasn't worth it. i almost wish as if nothing had ever happened. i am done holding on to something that was never there. this something turned into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;at one point i thought it was worth holding on to. i said goodbye and found out it wasn't worth it. was any of it worth anything? i don't know. a question i don't think will ever get answered. did i get anything out of it? a friendship that wasn't worth the effort of developing. it began as something small waiting to grow into something...i gave it all i had. i put forth the effort that was needed. my efforts went unnoticed and unwanted. i am done wondering if any of these somethings will turn into anythings.&lt;br /&gt;i guess what i'm trying to say is goodbye. goodbye to something that won't turn into anything. goodbye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-6018781433082478153?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/6018781433082478153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=6018781433082478153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6018781433082478153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/6018781433082478153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye.html' title='goodbye...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8251566189107811704</id><published>2006-12-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:37:55.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>europe 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had my first meeting today for the humanities european tour 2007. i can't even begin to explain how excited i am. i was given a calendar of what we are doing each day that i am there for almost a month! knowing that i will be seeing the louvre, notre dame, paintings like the last supper, etc. just gives me the chills! i am going to london, paris, munich, vienna, florence, and madrid. ahh!! i just want to scream. i feel so fortunate to see paintings by famous artists like da vinci, michelangelo, van eyck, picasso among many others. i just want to jump up and down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i just wanted to share with you my excitement and this does not give it justice of everything i will be doing from april 26-may 22 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8251566189107811704?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8251566189107811704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8251566189107811704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8251566189107811704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8251566189107811704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/europe-2007.html' title='europe 2007'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8136654317089776205</id><published>2006-12-04T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:12:16.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ponderings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*why is it when you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume of the radio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*why does one get in trouble for WRECKless driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*why do we park on driveways and drive on parkways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*why do they put braille on the number pads of drive-through bank machines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8136654317089776205?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8136654317089776205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8136654317089776205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8136654317089776205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8136654317089776205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/ponderings.html' title='ponderings...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-5497387413211096252</id><published>2006-12-04T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:45:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>great faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;faith is having confidence in someone or something. faith must be cultured and sought after until it grows into a great tree. a lack of faith leads one to despair. "great faith i would have to say &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; to have that conviction, without doubt that something is true (evan woody)." the Lord knows the plans for each of us. he has plans to prosper us; to give us hope and a future. have that conviction that god has a plan for you. "great faith is doing small things and trusting in god (sam stewart)." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"faith is literally the power by which God himself operates in earthly and heavenly affairs. miracles are the fruits of faith; faith precedes the miracle. behind each miracle is divine power, and that power is faith (ardeth greene kapp)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am not going to lie when i say that i struggle having faith and hope in myself and in the Lord. such a simple and profound principle, but so hard to do when faced with different situations. it's faith that moves mountains; it's faith that moves the barriers in our lives that's holding us back. it's faith in the Lord that gives us peace and comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-5497387413211096252?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/5497387413211096252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=5497387413211096252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5497387413211096252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/5497387413211096252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/great-faith.html' title='great faith'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-7872072390832498843</id><published>2006-12-03T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:22:36.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newcomer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know my blog isn't much, but i am still trying to get the hang of things. write me and let me know of what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-7872072390832498843?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/7872072390832498843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=7872072390832498843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7872072390832498843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/7872072390832498843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/newcomer.html' title='newcomer...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEgzvwQ7VOw/TtR01D9igEI/AAAAAAAACo4/2Zq5dvNTarU/s220/1318740058108.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4098419806891281111.post-8953992426192417215</id><published>2006-12-03T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:52:07.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope that our hearts are never low because we lose sight of who we are. i hope that no one person, or thing could make you lose sight of how precious you are in god's eyes. if only we could all see what god sees when he looks at us. if only we could never lose sight of our potential. if only there weren't those people who bring us down. that is why we "have eyse to see what heaven sees in [us]." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4098419806891281111-8953992426192417215?l=cwgrl23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/feeds/8953992426192417215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4098419806891281111&amp;postID=8953992426192417215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8953992426192417215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4098419806891281111/posts/default/8953992426192417215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cwgrl23.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-only.html' title='if only...'/><author><name>nic + alli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368433278005375509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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