<?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-1218736207425968413</id><updated>2012-01-19T10:19:42.139-07:00</updated><category term='Month of Thanksgiving 09'/><title type='text'>Say It Isn't So...</title><subtitle type='html'>everyday musings with a touch of satire!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-844861431660569475</id><published>2011-06-30T15:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:23:38.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I don't think</title><content type='html'>For example, when I started my twitter account, I thought the name "Stephoria" was perfect. I never took into account that people would think I was a porn star. For the record, I'm not. That is one big fail for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-844861431660569475?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/844861431660569475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=844861431660569475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/844861431660569475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/844861431660569475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-i-dont-think.html' title='Sometimes I don&apos;t think'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-742906267704198704</id><published>2011-06-08T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:10:04.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WGOohBytKTU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-742906267704198704?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/742906267704198704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=742906267704198704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/742906267704198704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/742906267704198704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-its-wednesday_08.html' title='Because it&apos;s Wednesday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WGOohBytKTU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-251274962964886415</id><published>2011-06-06T14:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:57:00.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Mistaken Identity</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, I joined the super scary world on online dating. If I tell you I had a blind date 9/10 times its from online, there now you know all my little secrets. I have met some really nice and some really, I mean really weird guys. One such guy apparently has one of two things 1. He has multiple personality disorder or 2. Anger issues/Passive aggressive disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy and I have been emailing for a few weeks, but I have never given him my number (blessings come in all shapes and sizes) Over the course of the weekend I received 6 emails from him. Because I like to share, I am posting them here. Don't say that I never did anything for you. I am helping you feel better about your life. I also left the misspelled words, this will help you feel better about your education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CH* (Email 1): You misled med. By no means did I have thought of marriage, but you  don't have someone spend money and then bail. Your friend had the nerve  to bring up priesthood and relief society? Grow up? People who belong to  those organizatons dont' cheat others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; If you have honor, send me a $10 check to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(He had his address here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; I'm a student and funds are tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;P.S. Breaking something off over voicemail or IM is tacky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CH (Email 2): I would still love yoru phone number to text or chat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CH (Email 3): Cash or money order. Cankles. and get a real job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I responded (you don't call me cankles and get away with it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me (Email 1):  I am sorry that you were led on. But, I don't feel that I should pay for  a date I didn't go on. I wish you luck in finding Miss Cankles. I am  fairly certain you were not talking about me since, I have small ankles  and a stellar job. Have a good night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CH (Email 4): No I was talking about you. You approved the date and time and even  agreed we should buy the tickets now. I don't care if you don't like me  because you were simply something to pass the time with. I go for real  blonds that are thin- picutre Zac's wife. Its just totally now cool to  approve plans with a guy, have him spend money, and then  bail via text.  Ddin't you serve a mission? Missionries are supposed to tell someone  face to face. Not claling was so weak. And sorry, working at the MTC is a  great spiritual job but not a great job long term. It would have never  worked out- I like intresting people and not BYU zoobies that chat  non-stop about everything.  Also, fight your own battles. Thats weak to  have your pimple faced roomate write at me.  Advice: next time around  actually let your date talk so he feels part of the activity. My ears  were ringing. That and lose 10 pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me (Email 2): I think you should take a second and click on the link that will take  you to my profile and see who you are really talking to before you embarrass yourself further. I am going to pass on texting or chatting. It seems that maybe you need some time to work through some things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CH (Email 5- The next day): My nineteen year old cousin got on my account and thought it would be  hilarious to send mean messages to everyone on my message board. He is  really anti-mission and needs to grou up.  I would never do such a thing  and I can't apologize enough. I didn't even ralize he had done this  until this morning when I saw my emails. I am so embarasssed. I  hope you can forgive me but understand if you can't. I'm so embarassed  he would do this- he thought he was impressing his friends. I'm just  horrified he would write such things. I'm not like that at all. You are  such a nice perosn and I've enjoyed our talks so much. He and his  family are leaving today (thank goodness). I hope I can explain. Again  I'm so sorry. Obvioulsy I need to lock my profile so it requires the  password everytime. Again, please forigive me. I have so enjoyed  talking to you. I hope you give me another chance. Pleaes know how  horrified I am that my cousin would do this. PS His mother found out and lets just say he is grounded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;CH (Email 6- Titled SORRRRYYYYY): Please believe me that someone hacked my account. You are obvioulsy a  nice person  and I would never say any of those things. I hope my  messages in the past show what tiype of person I am and it the terrible  messages were no written by my hand. My sincerest apologies. Please let  ke know if you got this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets recap mmmkay:&lt;br /&gt;* His cousin knows way to many details. If it was a joke, wouldn't he have just stopped after one email instead of continuing and defending his email when I called him out on it.&lt;br /&gt;* His cousin also has the same bad spelling and grammar.&lt;br /&gt;* What 19 year old gets grounded?&lt;br /&gt;*Zac and his wife should not socialize with CH anymore! Their marriage might start having problems since a winner like CH is attracted to that type of woman.&lt;br /&gt;* I am not blonde and haven't been for years.&lt;br /&gt;* I don't, I repeat don't have cankles.&lt;br /&gt;* If you are that worried about $10, should you be going on dates? I am tempted to just send some cash his way. It sounds like he could use it. Maybe I should start a fundraiser and he can have the cash when he successfully passes English 1010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board. Do any of you have a cousin (not this one he is grounded), friend, neighbor, long lost uncle twice removed, doctor, banker, or friends friends brother that is single? It's got to be better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH=Cankle Hater. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-251274962964886415?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/251274962964886415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=251274962964886415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/251274962964886415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/251274962964886415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/06/curious-case-of-mistaken-identity.html' title='The Curious Case of Mistaken Identity'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5008908773616770843</id><published>2011-04-25T15:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:22:02.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Time...</title><content type='html'>I have need or is it want, for at least 8 more hours in the day. I just can't quite get everything done with the 24 hours that I have....and I am ex.haust.ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayayay...These next few months might be the death of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-5008908773616770843?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5008908773616770843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5008908773616770843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5008908773616770843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5008908773616770843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/04/father-time.html' title='Father Time...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8606838426356329969</id><published>2011-04-11T13:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:11:09.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a pocket full of sunshine</title><content type='html'>Dear Mother Nature,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for finally getting your act together and sending spring. I appreciate looking out the window of my office and seeing the sun. However, if you allow it to snow again, we will be in a fight FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-8606838426356329969?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8606838426356329969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8606838426356329969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8606838426356329969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8606838426356329969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-pocket-full-of-sunshine.html' title='I got a pocket full of sunshine'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6727535765142028009</id><published>2011-04-07T16:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:21:47.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're feeling fancy</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like an evening gown and strappy shoes are not enough to make the kind of impression you are going for? Well worry no more. To arrive in style, you no longer need to rent a town car, limo, or escalade. Just add some lashes to your headlights. Yeah you heard me right. Today in Park City, I was astonished with what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOTtHf48jGk/TZ44t03151I/AAAAAAAABb0/1ek-sNpHVUg/s1600/carlashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOTtHf48jGk/TZ44t03151I/AAAAAAAABb0/1ek-sNpHVUg/s320/carlashes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592970147178866514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does all of this crap come from Utah and more importantly why do people buy it? In case you want your own set, they can be purchased &lt;a href="http://carlashes.com/order.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-6727535765142028009?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6727535765142028009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6727535765142028009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6727535765142028009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6727535765142028009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-your-feeling-fancy.html' title='When you&apos;re feeling fancy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOTtHf48jGk/TZ44t03151I/AAAAAAAABb0/1ek-sNpHVUg/s72-c/carlashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3662305273024167957</id><published>2011-04-06T14:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:09:40.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover</title><content type='html'>Dearest Diet Coke, &lt;br /&gt;You have been my saving grace on more than one occasion. You have always been there for me in my deepest time of need. I have sung praises to your name, and blessed your creators. I fell in love with you quickly and deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks, I have started to feel differently towards you. The popping of the can, the burning of the bubbles, the rich caramel flavor, just hasn't been enough. To have you in my company has been more of an obligation than a joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer feel like a slave to you. I feel that it is best that we part ways. I wish you well. I hope that you will find many loyal fans who will stick with you through thick and thin. Right now, I need to do what is best for me. It's not you, it's me. &lt;br /&gt;Farewell, &lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-3662305273024167957?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3662305273024167957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3662305273024167957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3662305273024167957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3662305273024167957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2680338661401027296</id><published>2011-04-01T11:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T12:31:07.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fact Friday</title><content type='html'>Maybe "Fun Fact Friday" was something that I made up on my way to work because I have nothing else to blog about, maybe it wasn't. Don't lie, I know you don't really care about my Stake Relief Society training last night. The one where all the wards except mine were given binders full of emergency preparedness plans...it's ok, we're single, we don't need to live...Will someone please feed my dog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how lame this post is you get know learn 8 (5 wasn't enough, ten was too many) random facts about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I absolutely hate April Fools Day- Every year I wake up dreading it. I wonder how many fake babies are made and murdered each April 1st? It's a tragedy really...thousands of dead fake babies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Love sauerkraut on my hot dogs-I don't eat hot dogs all that often, when I do they are only all beef. Don't judge, I know you eat them too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. I have never seen Star Wars-I don't plan on changing that either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I can say the ABC's backwards-Legitimately I will not just turn around and say them. That's what all the posers who want to be cool like me do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Some might say I am a rapper-While it is true I like to break it down with the boy bow-wow, I don't do free style...Ain't neva gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. I LOVE broccoli-It's my favorite vegetable. It doesn't matter how it's cooked, or if it's cooked at all. I could eat it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I have the fever-The Beiber Fever..Not really but I do have ONE song that may or may not be in my top 25 played list on itunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. I am the proud owner of a tuxedo t-shirt- This is for when I am feeling fancy. Nothing says, "I'm formal, but like to party" like a tuxedo t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it folks. Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-2680338661401027296?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2680338661401027296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2680338661401027296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2680338661401027296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2680338661401027296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-fact-friday.html' title='Fun Fact Friday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4376302139531914268</id><published>2011-03-31T09:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:54:44.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the fish in the sea</title><content type='html'>Dear Internet Dating Site Boy #1,&lt;br /&gt;Your cheesy pick up line won't work on anyone over the age of 15. Think of a new approach and try again. You can do this...girls are not that scary (well most of the time they are not). Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to help, but it's never going to happen with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Internet Dating Site Boy #2,&lt;br /&gt;You're hot, smart, funny, and charismatic. Please ask me out already!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly, &lt;br /&gt;The girl who is patiently awaiting your next email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4376302139531914268?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4376302139531914268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4376302139531914268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4376302139531914268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4376302139531914268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-fish-in-sea.html' title='To the fish in the sea'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-231177028032004451</id><published>2011-03-30T16:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:15:37.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just like a cat...I have 9 lives</title><content type='html'>6 months!!! My oh my where has the time gone. My life has been full of all sorts of adventure...ok, that's a lie. Unless you call working an adventure, which I don't. The truth is I am just lazy. I needed a break. My creative juices had run dry. Don't fear, I have been rejuvenated. This is mostly because my consumption of diet coke, and chocolate cookies has increased. Heaven bless the makers of diet coke, praise be their name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago, I decided to have a cookie decorating party for St. Patrick's Day. That is what we Mormons do; instead of drinking we bake. I went to go the store to get decorations, and Irish Creme Soda (what party would be complete without garland). Alas, the store was out of said items. I live in Utah, it was 5 pm on the day of this event, what was I thinking? I left the store in a hurry in hopes of making it to another one before my guests started to arrive. As I stepped off the curb, my ankle decided that it hated me. It gave out, causing me to tumble to my death (me dramatic...never) on Main Street. As I was laying in the gutter, cars were slowing down staring at the "poor little drunk girl" who fell down. I gathered all my courage and hobbled to my car, where I proceeded to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I sucked it up and went to the doctors office. Turns out I have torn ligaments in both my ankle and knee, a bruised patella, and a possible meniscal tear. As if that wasn't bad enough a few days ago, the other side of my foot started to hurt. So I sucked it up again, and went back to the doctor. Now I have stress fractures in my foot. The worst part of this whole ordeal, aside from the pain, is that I have to wear shoes with arch support.  Have you ever tried to find cute shoes with arch support? No, well count your lucky stars. No joke, my doctor wrote me a note to give to my work to excuse me from having to dress up. I wish that blasted note said that I could also wear my sweats and come in at noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to the doctors office in a few weeks to check on my knee and make sure there isn't actually a meniscal tear. Moral of this story...watch out for curbs and killer ankles, they'll attack at any time. If you do find that you have been attacked, you should see if your doctors office has a frequent visitor rewards program so your 5th visit is free. I can promise you, you'll be going more than once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-231177028032004451?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/231177028032004451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=231177028032004451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/231177028032004451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/231177028032004451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-just-like-cati-have-9-lives.html' title='I&apos;m just like a cat...I have 9 lives'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1140754890624578651</id><published>2010-08-27T15:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:27:52.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The happenings</title><content type='html'>I have been busy-this includes a few activities and a job change of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I went to Denver to visit my dear friend Amanda in July. It was such a blast and I miss that girl so much. Amanda, please move back!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg1_LKwz-I/AAAAAAAABZo/31ILblhSZYE/s1600/denver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg1_LKwz-I/AAAAAAAABZo/31ILblhSZYE/s320/denver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510213503533764578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got to scratch something off of my bucket list. My company did a service project with Habitat for Humanity. It was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I also was able to get power tool certified that day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg4abuE7FI/AAAAAAAABZw/tY8SLwiHU3s/s1600/Habitat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg4abuE7FI/AAAAAAAABZw/tY8SLwiHU3s/s320/Habitat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510216170856574034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I took my adorable nephew on a date. We had a blast. Don't tell him, but another date is in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg7NeGseEI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Yvd87L978F4/s1600/date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg7NeGseEI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Yvd87L978F4/s320/date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510219246693283906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job change hasn't been a huge change. I just have added responsibility, which has kept me super busy. It has only been 1 week, so I am sure it will get even busier as time goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-1140754890624578651?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1140754890624578651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1140754890624578651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1140754890624578651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1140754890624578651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/08/haps.html' title='The happenings'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/THg1_LKwz-I/AAAAAAAABZo/31ILblhSZYE/s72-c/denver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5142832271223044878</id><published>2010-07-19T15:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:05:39.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count them one by one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The Gospel*Laughing*My Mom*&lt;br /&gt;*My Dad*Sunsets*The Beach*Good Health*&lt;br /&gt;*Reagan*The Book of Mormon*Joseph Smith*&lt;br /&gt;*My Calling*Watson*Amanda*Healing*&lt;br /&gt;*Swing Sets*Shannon*Devin*Churros*&lt;br /&gt;*McKenzie*Flowers*Braxton*Creativity*&lt;br /&gt;*Tom*Spring*Brandon*Michael*&lt;br /&gt;*The Ability to Read*My Job*Tradition*&lt;br /&gt;*My House*Diet Coke*PePe*My Bishopric*&lt;br /&gt;*Emily*Rainstorms*Dani*Clorox Wipes*&lt;br /&gt;*Ashlee*Technology*Phones*Allan*&lt;br /&gt;*My Bed*College Football*Jen*Movies*&lt;br /&gt;*Ice Cream*James*Organization*&lt;br /&gt;*My Counselors*Kites*Thunderstorms*&lt;br /&gt;Pools*Insurance*Shoes*Blankets*&lt;br /&gt;*My Testimony*Love*TV*Barnes and Noble*&lt;br /&gt;*Pier1*Chris*Trials*Service*My Mission*&lt;br /&gt;*Heartache*Dreams*Goals*Pina Coladas*&lt;br /&gt;*Baby Animals*Hugs*Rainbows*Potato Chips*&lt;br /&gt;*Bonuses*Answers to Prayers*Brittney*My Duck Pen*&lt;br /&gt;*My Eyes*Travel*Purses*Parks*Knowledge*&lt;br /&gt;*Thomas S. Monson*Learning*Roller Coasters*&lt;br /&gt;*Electricity**Indoor Plumbing*Family*Friends*&lt;br /&gt;*Games*Memories*History*Sunshine*&lt;br /&gt;*Stories*Love Letters*Hope*The Atonement*&lt;br /&gt;*Temples*Eternal Life*Air Conditioning*Saturday's*&lt;br /&gt;*Cherries*The Love of the Lord*The Holy Ghost*&lt;br /&gt;*Support of Others*Air Conditioning*Chocolate*Music*&lt;br /&gt;*Color*Waterfalls*Forgiveness*Surprises*&lt;br /&gt;*Peace*My Relationship with the Savior*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And it will surprise you what the lord has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-5142832271223044878?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5142832271223044878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5142832271223044878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5142832271223044878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5142832271223044878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/07/count-them-one-by-one.html' title='Count them one by one...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4014198832252010320</id><published>2010-07-15T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:30:20.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those days? The ones that you know are coming. They loom in the future, and you do everything you can to stop their fast approach. Ones that you know will change the way you feel about things, people, and the future. In one instance the wind can be knocked out of you, and in the next you can feel liberated. It's heart breaking and healing all at the same time. Today I am having one of those days. Goodbye past...Hello future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4014198832252010320?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4014198832252010320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4014198832252010320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4014198832252010320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4014198832252010320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1152809014318166462</id><published>2010-07-13T12:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T13:28:08.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty much I suck, but what's new?</title><content type='html'>I am not even going to try to come up with an excuse as to why I haven't blogged. You'll just have to trust me that there is a good reason. Ok, so maybe there isn't one, and I don't have time make one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recently reentered the dating scene. Thanks to a good friend and her inter-friend-tion. Let me tell you, it's a jungle out there. Seriously, what are some people thinking. I have some pointers for making your online dating website profile.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes, I gave in and joined an online dating website...I could give you a plethora of reason why, but for now lets just stick the fact I did it, and leave our judging at home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When choosing a screen name please pick something appropriate. Ladykiller, Iwannawoman, and gunnagetya are not appropriate. I can promise you that I    will never even look at a guy whose name is ladykiller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When choosing a profile picture please pick a good photo.  A good photo is something that is not older than 2 years. Do not post your senior picture from high school up, especially if you are 31. Do not put up a picture of you with a bunch of other women. Do not put a picture of you sleeping on the couch. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When writing in the about me section, please spell all words correctly. It should go write, proof read, rewrite, and then post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upon the first meeting ie: chatting, do not, I repeat DO NOT ask the other person's bra size. If they refuse to tell you, do not proceed to guess. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you finally get to the point of setting up a date. Arrive on time. Do not arrive an hour late. Actually for all dates-arrive on time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep all weird body tricks to yourself. I don't care that you can touch your head with your foot and I really don't want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't expect to meet your soul mate within the first week. It won't happen. Especially if you tell said soul mate, they are your soul mate during the first 3o minutes of your date. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to have fun. Key word is try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-1152809014318166462?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1152809014318166462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1152809014318166462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1152809014318166462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1152809014318166462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-much-i-suck-but-whats-new.html' title='Pretty much I suck, but what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2856952863265362047</id><published>2010-06-16T11:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:26:19.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like a bad train wreck... I have to watch</title><content type='html'>So at the end of the last season of the Bachelor with Jake, I made a promise. This promise was simple-I would no longer waste my time or brain cells with this stupid show. I was doing really well in keeping this promise, until 2 weeks into this seasons &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; with Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBklFkJwSmI/AAAAAAAABZI/_cDTkF8Vj38/s1600/the-bachelorette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBklFkJwSmI/AAAAAAAABZI/_cDTkF8Vj38/s320/the-bachelorette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483454798834453090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate her. I really do. She annoys me to no end. She keeps loser guys, has bad extensions, and the worst fake laugh I have ever heard. Seriously it's like hyena with a cold, and I want to smack her. Who knew I had such a violent personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the unfortunate experience of watching this with my mom. It was great to spend some quality time with mom. But, I wish we would have been doing something a little more productive like playing Yahtzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few comments regarding this last episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkj9oRvSTI/AAAAAAAABYw/sndMyp2MHDU/s1600/Weatherman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkj9oRvSTI/AAAAAAAABYw/sndMyp2MHDU/s320/Weatherman.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483453562991102258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who does weatherman think he is? Lurking in the background. Look little gay man. Come to terms with who you are and stop being a freak. Good luck getting a date after this show, now the whole world (note-I sometimes exaggerate) knows you are freaky. P.S. I don't care what forecast you say, it will never ever be hot where you are, just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkjyeJrPTI/AAAAAAAABYo/E_ro8yOfcNo/s1600/ally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkjyeJrPTI/AAAAAAAABYo/E_ro8yOfcNo/s320/ally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483453371294367026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ali I am sorry that you were sick. But, please don't kiss boys when you are on your dying on your bed. Let them give you a little peck on the cheek and then send them on their way. Nobody wants to see you get your "mack" on while you are on your death bed. I question the sanity of the boys that actually kissed you while you were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkkZP_fVkI/AAAAAAAABY4/OibAg2vmFUg/s1600/tattooboy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkkZP_fVkI/AAAAAAAABY4/OibAg2vmFUg/s320/tattooboy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483454037508445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dude, who got a tattoo. I do believe the psych ward has an opening in room 9. Don't walk, run there. You need all the help you can get. I understand you were trying to "prove your commitment" to her but in my opinion (which is obviously the only right one-look it's my blog alright) permanent ink should wait until you are actually paying for dates yourself instead of mooching off of ABC. I have read reality Steve, and I know you don't last until the end. What are you going to do with that tat? Pretend you did it for the next girl you date, I am sure she will love the shield that is protecting Ali's er I mean her heart. I think she'll know what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkkqN9-dxI/AAAAAAAABZA/0JSFUvD6tCE/s1600/RatedR.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBkkqN9-dxI/AAAAAAAABZA/0JSFUvD6tCE/s320/RatedR.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483454329023002386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rated R. You creep me out. We all know you are up to something. Do you just moonlight as a wrestler or is that really your job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to report that I will be most likely, who am I kidding, I will be watching next weeks episode. Do you watch this show? What do you think or this season?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-2856952863265362047?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2856952863265362047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2856952863265362047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2856952863265362047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2856952863265362047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-like-bad-train-wreck-i-have-to.html' title='It&apos;s like a bad train wreck... I have to watch'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBklFkJwSmI/AAAAAAAABZI/_cDTkF8Vj38/s72-c/the-bachelorette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4414991929213462614</id><published>2010-06-14T15:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:50:33.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man oh man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating cookies. I would probably join him.&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBajtpY9E0I/AAAAAAAABYY/4OEAL_Er2Q0/s1600/chris-pine-with-beard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBajtpY9E0I/AAAAAAAABYY/4OEAL_Er2Q0/s320/chris-pine-with-beard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482749600970117954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I the only one that thinks a little scruff is sexy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4414991929213462614?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4414991929213462614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4414991929213462614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4414991929213462614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4414991929213462614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/06/man-oh-man.html' title='Man oh man...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/TBajtpY9E0I/AAAAAAAABYY/4OEAL_Er2Q0/s72-c/chris-pine-with-beard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4754731781082587437</id><published>2010-04-28T10:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:47:28.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I am ex.haust.ed!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S9hmcaqsMBI/AAAAAAAABYM/uybcbwCC1zk/s1600/exhausted-bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S9hmcaqsMBI/AAAAAAAABYM/uybcbwCC1zk/s320/exhausted-bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465230786194845714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4754731781082587437?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4754731781082587437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4754731781082587437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4754731781082587437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4754731781082587437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S9hmcaqsMBI/AAAAAAAABYM/uybcbwCC1zk/s72-c/exhausted-bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7592352236429692384</id><published>2010-04-27T16:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:35:23.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All in all it was a success</title><content type='html'>Vegas was awesome!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S9diRA-96CI/AAAAAAAABYE/d-tU13ODiVY/s1600/DSC00903-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S9diRA-96CI/AAAAAAAABYE/d-tU13ODiVY/s320/DSC00903-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464944717298788386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 1- I got my pina colada, and a salad that changed my life for the better. My room got upgraded to a room with a view for free. I think he just told me that to make me feel special, and you know what it worked. Because of that I spent a whole 10 min longer than I normally would have looking at the swimmers. I was wishing I was brave enough to bare my white white skin and winter body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- Had rehearsal and was serenaded (does it count as serenading if its rap?) the unknown songs of Sir Mix A lot, by the teleprompter guy. Saw the battle of passed out drunk man vs. door. The final score was Door-1, Man-0. I realized that most men that go to club TAO have forgotten what decade it is, and that in 2010 it is not socially acceptable to wear your shirt 3/4 of the way unbuttoned. Likewise, most girls who attend club TAO got ripped off when buying their dresses. Most of them were in over sized shirts. Finally got some gelato; it was heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- Got up at o'dark thirty for a 5K. Who plans a 5K at 6 am? Saw the runners take off and then had security drive me to McDonald's to get a diet coke. It. Was. Awesome! From there we had oh about 10 min to change into our suits and head over to the event. Hung out back stage for many many hours without sufficient food. Luckily, our security guys rock and they kept me entertained and supplied with diet coke. After the sessions ended (2 hours late) we went to some parties. One in the Paris, we tried to go to one in Planet Hollywood, but it was canceled. We then headed to the Palazzo, this party was my fav. The suite there rocked. One day when I am a millionaire (cough don't hold your breathe cough cough) I would like to throw soiree's for my friends there. We ended the night at Bally's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- Barely made my flight, sat next to teleprompter guy, who kept me entertained the whole way home. Rushed to church and was there for the remainder of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to catch up, but tomorrow I will write a more entertaining post (cough don't count on it cough cough).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-7592352236429692384?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7592352236429692384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7592352236429692384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7592352236429692384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7592352236429692384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-in-all-it-was-success.html' title='All in all it was a success'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S9diRA-96CI/AAAAAAAABYE/d-tU13ODiVY/s72-c/DSC00903-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3950209720088502287</id><published>2010-04-21T15:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:38:14.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>I am getting ready to go sin city for work.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S89shQWDRZI/AAAAAAAABX8/k-qiML6EzXQ/s1600/las_vegas_strip_ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S89shQWDRZI/AAAAAAAABX8/k-qiML6EzXQ/s320/las_vegas_strip_ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462704191602640274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave tomorrow morning; return on Sunday. I hope I am able to find some time for a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of goals are:&lt;br /&gt;1. To not get married, but if I do to have an attorney who will be able to pull off a 24 hr annulment. (I kid, I kid)&lt;br /&gt;2. To not get a tattoo-This is not really a temptation, I needed an easy goal.&lt;br /&gt;3. To meet Elvis- Maybe he can officiate at the wedding. (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;4. To drink a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;virgin&lt;/span&gt; pina colada from the Bellagio-They are the best, I am not lying.&lt;br /&gt;5. Maybe find myself a pirate man at the Treasure Island show (See #1).&lt;br /&gt;6. I am sure there are many more, but I don't have time to think of them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-3950209720088502287?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3950209720088502287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3950209720088502287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3950209720088502287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3950209720088502287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S89shQWDRZI/AAAAAAAABX8/k-qiML6EzXQ/s72-c/las_vegas_strip_ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-818093490853333295</id><published>2010-04-16T16:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:36:29.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just know prayers are answered</title><content type='html'>There are many people I pray for. Who do you pray for?&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/atBg9zLI2bA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/atBg9zLI2bA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-818093490853333295?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/818093490853333295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=818093490853333295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/818093490853333295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/818093490853333295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/favorite-song.html' title='Just know prayers are answered'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4286917058337173403</id><published>2010-04-15T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:55:03.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being a girl and other random facts</title><content type='html'>1. I seriously hate being a girl. I hate PMSing, although I love the chocolate and french fries that come with it. I will be having a chat with Eve about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't had to speak in sacrament meeting for 3 almost 4 years. It has been a good run and will be coming to an end on Sunday. I already have sweaty palms and shaky knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOVE Lady Gaga...Well her music. The music videos on the other hand are a bit much. I would really like to know what she said to Beyonce to get her to agree to be in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am in a fight with Del Taco because of their cheesecake bites, and french fries (see #1) and diet coke and tacos ok because of everything they have. I may or may not have had lunch there a few times this week. Curse you Del Taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really wish the construct would end by my house. I am sick of the workers staring at me and then "whispering" about me in Spanish. Umm hello, that is not a whisper and I speak Spanish so please just tell me I am pretty and we can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't think of any other random facts, and I have a meeting to go to. Have a lovely day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4286917058337173403?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4286917058337173403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4286917058337173403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4286917058337173403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4286917058337173403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-being-girl-and-other-random.html' title='I hate being a girl and other random facts'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8845904313923548473</id><published>2010-04-14T12:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:49:39.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The man of my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8YKO6BG3dI/AAAAAAAABXk/Rj4_6Y9OrLQ/s1600/Watson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8YKO6BG3dI/AAAAAAAABXk/Rj4_6Y9OrLQ/s320/Watson2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460062849441652178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8YKZ00BJKI/AAAAAAAABXs/gsBRj1cKlS4/s1600/watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8YKZ00BJKI/AAAAAAAABXs/gsBRj1cKlS4/s320/watson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460063037023134882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8Y4VvFQCZI/AAAAAAAABX0/oUW94w0sYS4/s1600/watsonsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8Y4VvFQCZI/AAAAAAAABX0/oUW94w0sYS4/s320/watsonsleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460113544300202386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I am pretty much in love with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-8845904313923548473?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8845904313923548473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8845904313923548473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8845904313923548473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8845904313923548473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/man-of-my-house.html' title='The man of my house'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8YKO6BG3dI/AAAAAAAABXk/Rj4_6Y9OrLQ/s72-c/Watson2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4631676460053963750</id><published>2010-04-13T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:20:28.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really not dead</title><content type='html'>But, I am the worst blogger in the world. I have gone 2 months without a post. There is a reason though (yes, I have to make excuses...justification makes me feel better). Please rest assured I have not, I repeat I have NOT been visited by Cupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into my new house the end of January. I went to my new ward for the first time on Feb 7. Two weeks later I went to Mexico City (for work, not fun...although it was fun). The day after I got home I got a call from the executive secretary of my ward, he asked me to come in and meet with the bishop that Wednesday. I went thinking it was going to be another get to know you interview and that I would possibly get a calling, something like ward program maker. I was right I was getting a calling, but it wasn't ward program maker. It was the Relief Society President. Yes, you read that right. I think my exact response was "You're joking, right?" Three weeks after moving into a new ward I was called as the RS Pres. It has been a challenge and a testimony building opportunity. One of the hardest things I had to do was call counselors from a ward where I literally knew no one.  I guess RS Pres is a pretty busy calling...yes I am that naive. It is also greatly rewarding, I am surprised at how quickly I have come to love it. I finally feel like I have a handle on things now. Any advice is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, my blogging buddies (are there any of you left?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't understand anything in this you can learn more about my church by going &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4631676460053963750?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4631676460053963750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4631676460053963750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4631676460053963750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4631676460053963750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-really-not-dead.html' title='I am really not dead'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1834411594315923331</id><published>2010-02-11T13:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:01:22.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big warm hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I wish that I had a Valentine this year so I could get this:&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S3RvGXNzcAI/AAAAAAAABWM/yN-DiFhLp2A/s1600-h/hoodie-footie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S3RvGXNzcAI/AAAAAAAABWM/yN-DiFhLp2A/s320/hoodie-footie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437092805244841986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hoodie Footie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently it is made of "marshmallow soft fleece".&lt;br /&gt;Oh those marketers know how to speak to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I might just break down and get it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;You can watch the commercial and learn of the&lt;br /&gt;greatness of the Hoodie Footie by going &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/2010/02/bundle-up-with-the-hoodie-footie-snuggle-suit.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I would never buy this. :)&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/1218736207425968413-1834411594315923331?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1834411594315923331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1834411594315923331' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1834411594315923331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1834411594315923331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-warm-hug.html' title='A big warm hug'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S3RvGXNzcAI/AAAAAAAABWM/yN-DiFhLp2A/s72-c/hoodie-footie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1837695136626653261</id><published>2010-02-04T16:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:16:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Doppelganger</title><content type='html'>So apparently on Facebook it's "doppelganger" week (it has been going on for a few weeks now). I have a few concerns about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People think they are way hotter than they really are. Come on, did someone really say you look like Angelina Jolie? I don't see it especially with you being blonde and having brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't really had anyone tell me that I look like anyone. Of course family members, but they are obligated to. Also, I don't believe said family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After feeling sad that I could not participate in such a momentous occasion on Facebook, I went on a search for my doppelganger. Thanks to the lovely Reagan, I now have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2tVMBVITzI/AAAAAAAABWE/nRb_NUbqZSE/s1600-h/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2tVMBVITzI/AAAAAAAABWE/nRb_NUbqZSE/s320/steph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434531040356486962" 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/1218736207425968413-1837695136626653261?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1837695136626653261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1837695136626653261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1837695136626653261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1837695136626653261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-doppelganger.html' title='My Doppelganger'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2tVMBVITzI/AAAAAAAABWE/nRb_NUbqZSE/s72-c/steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8021093733783535413</id><published>2010-02-01T14:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:41:58.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation</title><content type='html'>I am thinking of going on a trip for my birthday. It's not for 6 weeks but I want to be prepared and have something to look forward to. The only problem is that with my recent purchase that will take 30 years to pay off, I don't want to spend a lot of moo-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking maybe I will go see Wicked somewhere. I can only find it in San Fran (a city which I love) and NY (this city also has a special place in my heart). However I am asking for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas Gracias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-8021093733783535413?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8021093733783535413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8021093733783535413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8021093733783535413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8021093733783535413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4200287724395837726</id><published>2010-01-29T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:58:26.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days....</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those days where nothing you do ever seems right. Like you are a little off your game. Not too much, just a tad. You feel weird and all you want to do is crawl back into your 600 count sheets and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do? Me too, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-4200287724395837726?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4200287724395837726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4200287724395837726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4200287724395837726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4200287724395837726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2123718925755881319</id><published>2010-01-28T13:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:43:11.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back....</title><content type='html'>I did not forget about my blog. I have just been super busy lately. Here is the 411 on what has been going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Building this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2HwcAIK3-I/AAAAAAAABVs/WUVmweuiFNM/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2HwcAIK3-I/AAAAAAAABVs/WUVmweuiFNM/s320/DSC00593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431886989446799330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Moving into my new house.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meeting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2HzDyQhIBI/AAAAAAAABV0/dREBA5Hl0Qs/s1600-h/cartoon-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2HzDyQhIBI/AAAAAAAABV0/dREBA5Hl0Qs/s320/cartoon-boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431889871941738514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's a boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Don't get too excited about #3 its just a friend thing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hanging with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2H2RisHPmI/AAAAAAAABV8/-4pG98im3O4/s1600-h/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2H2RisHPmI/AAAAAAAABV8/-4pG98im3O4/s320/fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893406815567458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back with a real post later, maybe tonight, but probably tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed you, my blogging buddies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-2123718925755881319?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2123718925755881319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2123718925755881319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2123718925755881319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2123718925755881319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-back.html' title='I am back....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S2HwcAIK3-I/AAAAAAAABVs/WUVmweuiFNM/s72-c/DSC00593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6783257430314500956</id><published>2009-11-04T22:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:28:48.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month of Thanksgiving-Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvJiRAuAseI/AAAAAAAABVI/RzjeteBqB5A/s1600-h/attitudeofgratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvJiRAuAseI/AAAAAAAABVI/RzjeteBqB5A/s200/attitudeofgratitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400486947560927714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for Diet Coke...I wouldn't have survived this hellish day with out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvJiZF-AjGI/AAAAAAAABVQ/G6eROPHmkts/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvJiZF-AjGI/AAAAAAAABVQ/G6eROPHmkts/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400487086409157730" 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/1218736207425968413-6783257430314500956?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6783257430314500956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6783257430314500956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6783257430314500956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6783257430314500956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-4.html' title='A month of Thanksgiving-Day 4'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvJiRAuAseI/AAAAAAAABVI/RzjeteBqB5A/s72-c/attitudeofgratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4384942657396580425</id><published>2009-11-03T23:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:09:52.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Month of Thanksgiving 09'/><title type='text'>A month of Thanksgiving-Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvEahuojLyI/AAAAAAAABVA/HB4I-BzKqSo/s1600-h/attitudeofgratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvEahuojLyI/AAAAAAAABVA/HB4I-BzKqSo/s200/attitudeofgratitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400126594950049570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seriously have the best friends. They are always so supportive, no matter what. They want the best for me and will do anything they can to help me. I hope that I am at least half the friend to them that they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvEZaWpfiBI/AAAAAAAABU4/jRRp16QHmCg/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvEZaWpfiBI/AAAAAAAABU4/jRRp16QHmCg/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400125368740841490" 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/1218736207425968413-4384942657396580425?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4384942657396580425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4384942657396580425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4384942657396580425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4384942657396580425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-3.html' title='A month of Thanksgiving-Day 3'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SvEahuojLyI/AAAAAAAABVA/HB4I-BzKqSo/s72-c/attitudeofgratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4529405835250601405</id><published>2009-11-02T13:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:14:11.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month of Thanksgiving-Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su88q1tUb3I/AAAAAAAABUo/rsPrGhFD2b8/s1600-h/attitudeofgratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su88q1tUb3I/AAAAAAAABUo/rsPrGhFD2b8/s320/attitudeofgratitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399601184909848434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bless &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/default.asp"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/a&gt; Carmel Apple Spice. It's perfect for cold fall mornings. I pretend I don't know how many calories are in my typical grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su89Qg7D5mI/AAAAAAAABUw/lQuwdaouGqg/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 81px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su89Qg7D5mI/AAAAAAAABUw/lQuwdaouGqg/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399601832165369442" 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/1218736207425968413-4529405835250601405?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4529405835250601405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4529405835250601405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4529405835250601405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4529405835250601405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-2.html' title='A month of Thanksgiving-Day 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su88q1tUb3I/AAAAAAAABUo/rsPrGhFD2b8/s72-c/attitudeofgratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4001611665179143010</id><published>2009-11-01T20:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:32:43.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Month of Thanksgiving 09'/><title type='text'>A month of Thanksgiving-Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su5gMV9rUQI/AAAAAAAABUY/KYA0a9COEBc/s1600-h/attitudeofgratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su5gMV9rUQI/AAAAAAAABUY/KYA0a9COEBc/s320/attitudeofgratitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358768434336002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am thankful for answered prayers. I have been trying to make some life decisions for awhile now, and today I received my answer. I love the feeling of joy that overcame me, the excitement for the future, and my restored faith that prayers are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su5gf-UuTOI/AAAAAAAABUg/cawsaAmS6Rs/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su5gf-UuTOI/AAAAAAAABUg/cawsaAmS6Rs/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399359105685933282" 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/1218736207425968413-4001611665179143010?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4001611665179143010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4001611665179143010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4001611665179143010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4001611665179143010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/11/month-of-thanksgiving-day-1.html' title='A month of Thanksgiving-Day 1'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Su5gMV9rUQI/AAAAAAAABUY/KYA0a9COEBc/s72-c/attitudeofgratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7099699179778089511</id><published>2009-10-28T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:31:37.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived....barely</title><content type='html'>Every year my work has an annual convention for our distributors. It always takes place in the fall, and is always a lot of work. This blessed event took place last week. It was fun but busy. I am happy to report that I survived yet another year. This year we had a pajama dance party where the B52's performed. Yes, I did get to meet them (it was very brief).              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.art-for-a-change.com/blog/images/dec2006/vallen_pursuit_of_happyness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.art-for-a-change.com/blog/images/dec2006/vallen_pursuit_of_happyness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our guest speaker was Chris Gardner, the guy from the movie Pursuit of Happyness (Will Smith played him). He was probably the best motivational speaker I have ever heard. We launched our charity and were able to raise several thousand dollars and partnered with Operation Smile. I could have done with out the 5 am 5K, but it was for charity. I have committed to run it next year.  All in all it was a very successful event with 10,000 very happy distributors, and many tired employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dsimple.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sick_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 198px;" src="http://dsimple.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sick_in_bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the beginning of last week (before the start of convention) I started getting sick. I was sick the whole week (during convention). Finally on Monday after sleeping the whole day I went to the doctor. Apparently I have a sinus infection that has settled in my chest and into the bones in my sinus cavity. I have been out of work all week, and it has sucked. I have become great friends with my bed, since I have no energy to do anything but lay there. I will be returning to work tomorrow. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I find my barrings, I will write a real post. Thanks for being so understanding and great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sujt-8lHYYI/AAAAAAAABUI/osrb6unuNxw/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sujt-8lHYYI/AAAAAAAABUI/osrb6unuNxw/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397825819073012098" 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/1218736207425968413-7099699179778089511?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7099699179778089511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7099699179778089511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7099699179778089511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7099699179778089511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-survivedbarely.html' title='I survived....barely'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sujt-8lHYYI/AAAAAAAABUI/osrb6unuNxw/s72-c/signaturefall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6087606568655935630</id><published>2009-10-13T13:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:10:51.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucisimas Gracias</title><content type='html'>The lovely ladies at &lt;a href="http://bonbonrose9.blogspot.com/"&gt;BonBon Rose&lt;/a&gt; gave me this little lovely award.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/StTPTD9dxrI/AAAAAAAABT4/6PNbb5j3TOg/s1600-h/awaardd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/StTPTD9dxrI/AAAAAAAABT4/6PNbb5j3TOg/s320/awaardd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392162580256900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to now give the award to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(drum roll everyone)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ryshadden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon H&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kkhartley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelsey H&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://niemifamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miriam N&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(private)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for my lack of blogging lately. This is a really busy time for my work. I will be able to breathe again and blog &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hopefully, knock on wood)&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/StTQoqoi-pI/AAAAAAAABUA/X1bXoo55Gbw/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/StTQoqoi-pI/AAAAAAAABUA/X1bXoo55Gbw/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392164050927024786" 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/1218736207425968413-6087606568655935630?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6087606568655935630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6087606568655935630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6087606568655935630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6087606568655935630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/10/mucisimas-gracias.html' title='Mucisimas Gracias'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/StTPTD9dxrI/AAAAAAAABT4/6PNbb5j3TOg/s72-c/awaardd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2576975177824120423</id><published>2009-10-05T13:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:59:33.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It started with apples</title><content type='html'>I have an apple tree in my backyard. This apple tree has produced a massive amount of apples. I started to feel bad because they were going to waste. I didn't want them to just rot; I decided to bottle some apple pie filling and apple butter. I went to the store and bought the mason jars. While there I decided that I could also do a batch of strawberry jam.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (I mean come on, who doesn't love homemade strawberry jam on toast?) &lt;/span&gt;On my way to the produce section I saw that raspberries were on sale. I bought two flats and added raspberry jam to my rapidly growing list. Then on the drive home I saw a fruit stand and thought that I might as well add peaches too. I figured I was going to be in the middle of canning hell anyway, why not add something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 trips to the store, 25 lbs of sugar, 8 hours on my feet, ridiculously sore hands from peeling apple, I was done. The finished product was &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;16 quarts of apple pie filling, 10 quarts of peaches, 18 half pints of raspberry jam, 20 half pints of strawberry jam, 18 half pints of apple butter and 5 half pints of pepper jelly. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, somewhere along the way I added pepper jelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPJ3B2tII/AAAAAAAABTg/RNXD-EG7AOA/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPJ3B2tII/AAAAAAAABTg/RNXD-EG7AOA/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389206934911366274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPRA39n1I/AAAAAAAABTo/gI8u1CPMUw8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPRA39n1I/AAAAAAAABTo/gI8u1CPMUw8/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207057813315410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;You would think that I would be sick of canning, but I am not. Next week on the agenda is tomatoes and salsa plus a few other things. Green beans, chili, pumpkin pie filling, and maybe some potatoes. I am working on getting my food storage ready. I figured this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great weekend. I will also be posting my thoughts on &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/languages/0,6353,310-1,00.html"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; a little later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPmAKdyWI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZZEPC4Irs6A/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPmAKdyWI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZZEPC4Irs6A/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207418399738210" 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/1218736207425968413-2576975177824120423?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2576975177824120423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2576975177824120423' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2576975177824120423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2576975177824120423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-started-with-apples.html' title='It started with apples'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SspPJ3B2tII/AAAAAAAABTg/RNXD-EG7AOA/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4441351929982577711</id><published>2009-09-29T13:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:42:03.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsJifaJFMaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rTRuiVyD84E/s1600-h/dandelions-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsJifaJFMaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rTRuiVyD84E/s320/dandelions-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386976396021412258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Have faith in your dreams and someday&lt;br /&gt;Your rainbow will come smiling through&lt;br /&gt;No matter how your heart is grieving&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on believing&lt;br /&gt;The dream that you wish will come true."&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May all your dreams and wishes come true today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsJi6qjpywI/AAAAAAAABTY/II-00B74J9Q/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsJi6qjpywI/AAAAAAAABTY/II-00B74J9Q/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386976864284297986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1218736207425968413-4441351929982577711?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4441351929982577711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4441351929982577711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4441351929982577711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4441351929982577711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams-come-true.html' title='Dreams Come True'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsJifaJFMaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rTRuiVyD84E/s72-c/dandelions-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8308515385747823432</id><published>2009-09-28T10:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:20:52.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The makings of a perfect weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in until 9 am - Check&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the house - Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Helped&lt;/strike&gt; Watched my mom make sweet rolls - Check&lt;br /&gt;Go to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;U of U&lt;/span&gt; game with the lovely &lt;a href="http://flowithit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reagan&lt;/a&gt; - Check&lt;br /&gt;The Utes won - Double check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsDg4XtAJ6I/AAAAAAAABTI/Vjs8pLAfXFw/s1600-h/UGame.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsDg4XtAJ6I/AAAAAAAABTI/Vjs8pLAfXFw/s320/UGame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386552413375178658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(maybe I should mention that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; won too, this weekend Utah football was way better than last weekend. Thank heavens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessing for my cousins baby - Check&lt;br /&gt;Family luncheon, mingling with people I hadn't seen for so long - Check&lt;br /&gt;Visiting teaching - Check, check&lt;br /&gt;Season premier of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/desperate-housewives"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt; - Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsDgqwqnh8I/AAAAAAAABTA/gY9woQSGk0A/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsDgqwqnh8I/AAAAAAAABTA/gY9woQSGk0A/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386552179557894082" 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/1218736207425968413-8308515385747823432?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8308515385747823432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8308515385747823432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8308515385747823432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8308515385747823432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/makings-of-perfect-weekend.html' title='The makings of a perfect weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SsDg4XtAJ6I/AAAAAAAABTI/Vjs8pLAfXFw/s72-c/UGame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8372936387336904338</id><published>2009-09-21T12:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:43:57.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a little inspiration?</title><content type='html'>If so read this article, click &lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/705331427/Blind-deaf-teen-lives-a-full-life.html?pg=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It is about an 18 year old, deaf and blind girl. I wish that I had half of her courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sre_5QoEH4I/AAAAAAAABS4/QJLug8MK1TQ/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 73px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sre_5QoEH4I/AAAAAAAABS4/QJLug8MK1TQ/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383982869981175682" 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/1218736207425968413-8372936387336904338?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8372936387336904338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8372936387336904338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8372936387336904338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8372936387336904338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-little-inspiration.html' title='Need a little inspiration?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sre_5QoEH4I/AAAAAAAABS4/QJLug8MK1TQ/s72-c/signaturefall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7663954522848483079</id><published>2009-09-16T20:50:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:12:27.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/photos/lady-gagas-2009-vma-looks/1621412/4252814/photo.jhtml"&gt;(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/photos/lady-gagas-2009-vma-looks/1621412/4252814/photo.jhtml"&gt;one of the many outfits that Lady GaGa wore to the VMA's)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was available in my size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SrGmD4BGbQI/AAAAAAAABRo/fzAI-aYMUDk/s1600-h/gagajetson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SrGmD4BGbQI/AAAAAAAABRo/fzAI-aYMUDk/s400/gagajetson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382265615191272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Halloween I was hoping to dress up as Jane Jetson, in some sort of futuristic lingerie. I guess I will have to start the search for the perfect costume again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am totally kidding, I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; wear this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SrGmTsHEzmI/AAAAAAAABRw/WgZ0G7v59fE/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SrGmTsHEzmI/AAAAAAAABRw/WgZ0G7v59fE/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382265886873013858" 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/1218736207425968413-7663954522848483079?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7663954522848483079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7663954522848483079' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7663954522848483079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7663954522848483079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-wish.html' title='I really wish'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SrGmD4BGbQI/AAAAAAAABRo/fzAI-aYMUDk/s72-c/gagajetson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6941044637308048926</id><published>2009-09-14T09:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:28:44.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An accomplishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Target this weekend, and didn't&lt;br /&gt; buy anything.I am so proud of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sq5gLxj2k6I/AAAAAAAABRg/q-o6ufijHhE/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sq5gLxj2k6I/AAAAAAAABRg/q-o6ufijHhE/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381344360152863650" 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/1218736207425968413-6941044637308048926?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6941044637308048926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6941044637308048926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6941044637308048926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6941044637308048926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/accomplishment.html' title='An accomplishment'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sq5gLxj2k6I/AAAAAAAABRg/q-o6ufijHhE/s72-c/signaturefall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1677171246693323357</id><published>2009-09-10T09:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:56:45.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sqkgx2CZfnI/AAAAAAAABRY/RWZRCvvU4gU/s1600-h/p13232ta101388_6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sqkgx2CZfnI/AAAAAAAABRY/RWZRCvvU4gU/s320/p13232ta101388_6_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379867270562020978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My nephew, and his very best friend, Goose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this last weekend I had my family over for a BBQ. During this, a little disagreement happened between my brother and I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it was nothing big, I overreacted, and its fine now)&lt;/span&gt;. My brother got up said something &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I don't even remember what it was)&lt;/span&gt; and left the table. I put my head in my hands because I felt bad. My nephew, who is 4 then comes up to me and started rubbing my arm. He said "don't worry Gefney, it will be ok. Don't worry". He then goes to the family room where my brother was and I hear this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nephew:&lt;/span&gt; You don't talk to her like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; She was the one being mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nephew:&lt;/span&gt; I don't care, you don't talk to her like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was so cute that he felt the need to protect me. Who needs a man, when you have a super cute nephew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqkfvbRmSaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/PPvO_gi-Pgc/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqkfvbRmSaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/PPvO_gi-Pgc/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379866129506650530" 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/1218736207425968413-1677171246693323357?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1677171246693323357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1677171246693323357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1677171246693323357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1677171246693323357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-hero.html' title='My Little Hero'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sqkgx2CZfnI/AAAAAAAABRY/RWZRCvvU4gU/s72-c/p13232ta101388_6_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3656384484541229677</id><published>2009-09-09T14:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:36:09.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Like a Girl</title><content type='html'>I love this song, the chorus is especially empowering. I hope that we all can fight like girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hold your head high.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let 'em define&lt;br /&gt;The light in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself, give them Hell.&lt;br /&gt;You can take on this world.&lt;br /&gt;You just stand and be strong&lt;br /&gt;And then fight&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96r2046qjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V96r2046qjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqgRBie0Q6I/AAAAAAAABRI/ip7mLlya1Wo/s1600-h/signaturefall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqgRBie0Q6I/AAAAAAAABRI/ip7mLlya1Wo/s200/signaturefall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379568473027658658" 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/1218736207425968413-3656384484541229677?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3656384484541229677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3656384484541229677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3656384484541229677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3656384484541229677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/fight-like-girl.html' title='Fight Like a Girl'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqgRBie0Q6I/AAAAAAAABRI/ip7mLlya1Wo/s72-c/signaturefall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3467295347904426988</id><published>2009-09-04T11:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:21:46.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's your sign</title><content type='html'>Every summer in Utah there is a massive amount of road construction. This is not something new. It's one of those things that you can count on. The sun rises in the east, and there will be road construction in Utah, you can set your watch to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day last week, I was  d&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqFL8oRR1UI/AAAAAAAABMo/1mKsQIMHWBA/s1600-h/Windmaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqFL8oRR1UI/AAAAAAAABMo/1mKsQIMHWBA/s320/Windmaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377662935031207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;riving down a fairly busy road. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This road had fallen victim to the evil ways of UDOT and was under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some construction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was in the middle of the day and there were not many cars out. We &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my friend was with me) &lt;/span&gt;were stopped at a red light. When the light turned green no one moved. We got over to the next lane and saw the problem. A Honda Odyssey had ran over a road construction sign. This was not a little sign, it was one of the big diamond shaped signs. She was not able to move her vehicle without causing more damage. The lady driving the car next to her thought that this would be a good time to be a good samaritan. She got out of her car and tried to pull the huge sign out from under the Odyssey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions are: How did the driver of the van miss this sign? Why did the good samaritan think she could pull it out by her self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful, long holiday weekend. Watch out for those road construction sign, they sneak right up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqFMK3iiSPI/AAAAAAAABMw/7a_a3DbuJvc/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 71px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqFMK3iiSPI/AAAAAAAABMw/7a_a3DbuJvc/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377663179648289010" 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/1218736207425968413-3467295347904426988?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3467295347904426988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3467295347904426988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3467295347904426988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3467295347904426988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/heres-your-sign.html' title='Here&apos;s your sign'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SqFL8oRR1UI/AAAAAAAABMo/1mKsQIMHWBA/s72-c/Windmaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5178855502203385855</id><published>2009-09-01T10:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:57:33.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you feel the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/"&gt; Little Ms. Blogger&lt;/a&gt; gave this lovely award to me. The Love Ya award. Little Ms. Bloggers blog is fun, creative, and full of insight. If you haven't read her blog yet, do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sp1PtQRUGEI/AAAAAAAABMU/Id57MOdrMfE/s1600-h/Love_Ya_Award1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sp1PtQRUGEI/AAAAAAAABMU/Id57MOdrMfE/s320/Love_Ya_Award1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376541169030535234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To do my duty to the blogging world I am moving this along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This award is bestowed on to blogs that are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan at &lt;a href="http://flowithit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jonatheagan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani at &lt;a href="http://kennedykartel.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Kennedy Kartel &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin at &lt;a href="http://bonbonrose9.blogspot.com/"&gt;BonBon Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica at &lt;a href="http://laestilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Estilo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristina at &lt;a href="http://www.adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pulsipher Predilections&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andree at &lt;a href="http://andreejosh.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Close Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrie at &lt;a href="http://haydenandaubrie.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Adventures of El Guapo &amp;amp; his Beautiful Girl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison at &lt;a href="http://allibounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Little Bit of Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon with a real post, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sp1Rwvq-hMI/AAAAAAAABMc/GSRgj9s4S2Q/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sp1Rwvq-hMI/AAAAAAAABMc/GSRgj9s4S2Q/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376543428022535362" 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/1218736207425968413-5178855502203385855?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5178855502203385855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5178855502203385855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5178855502203385855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5178855502203385855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-feel-love.html' title='Can you feel the love?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sp1PtQRUGEI/AAAAAAAABMU/Id57MOdrMfE/s72-c/Love_Ya_Award1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4822284453994617541</id><published>2009-08-26T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:05:00.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be back soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SpWVST-kK9I/AAAAAAAABMM/ymAPtjDofhM/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 67px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SpWVST-kK9I/AAAAAAAABMM/ymAPtjDofhM/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374365872169429970" 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/1218736207425968413-4822284453994617541?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4822284453994617541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4822284453994617541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4822284453994617541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4822284453994617541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-not-dead.html' title='I am not dead'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SpWVST-kK9I/AAAAAAAABMM/ymAPtjDofhM/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-373532521755989700</id><published>2009-08-19T10:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:52:29.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For your viewing pleasure</title><content type='html'>After much deliberation, I have finalized my 'Hot Babe Trifecta'. I know you are all so excited! Here they are in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eric Bana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowsO_xYttI/AAAAAAAABLk/XJKhHfS0nz4/s1600-h/EricBana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowsO_xYttI/AAAAAAAABLk/XJKhHfS0nz4/s400/EricBana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371717091694524114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh King Henry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowsZUCuN9I/AAAAAAAABLs/SO2zWlhW9WA/s1600-h/GerardButler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowsZUCuN9I/AAAAAAAABLs/SO2zWlhW9WA/s400/GerardButler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371717268934637522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you see 300? Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chris Pine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowssP8P_mI/AAAAAAAABL0/08nhtRowKSg/s1600-h/ChrisPine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowssP8P_mI/AAAAAAAABL0/08nhtRowKSg/s400/ChrisPine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371717594251263586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can be my captain any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one honorable mention. This honorable mention may at any time turn this trifecta into a fourfecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;James Marsden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowtPrQ1bsI/AAAAAAAABL8/3l2RnYkYGXk/s1600-h/JamesMarsden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowtPrQ1bsI/AAAAAAAABL8/3l2RnYkYGXk/s400/JamesMarsden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718202880782018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so cute in 27 dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sowtt_8CRDI/AAAAAAAABME/OIMb8kuLzsk/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sowtt_8CRDI/AAAAAAAABME/OIMb8kuLzsk/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718723826762802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1218736207425968413-373532521755989700?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/373532521755989700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=373532521755989700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/373532521755989700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/373532521755989700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-your-viewing-pleasure_19.html' title='For your viewing pleasure'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SowsO_xYttI/AAAAAAAABLk/XJKhHfS0nz4/s72-c/EricBana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5992849465149428231</id><published>2009-08-18T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:01:42.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Drive</title><content type='html'>Sorry about my little pity party the other day. I am trying to deal with it the best I can. Thanks for all the kind comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SorBXPQOb1I/AAAAAAAABKs/g6FD12FxcU0/s1600-h/alpineloop+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SorBXPQOb1I/AAAAAAAABKs/g6FD12FxcU0/s320/alpineloop+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371318110568476498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last Sunday after church I went for a drive through the &lt;a href="http://www.utah.com/byways/alpine_loop.htm"&gt;Alpine Loop&lt;/a&gt;. It was absolutely beautiful. I live in such a beautiful place, I feel bad that I take it for granted. It was a nice drive to clear my head and enjoy mother nature. I didn't take very many pictures so I will have to go back and take some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-5992849465149428231?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5992849465149428231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5992849465149428231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5992849465149428231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5992849465149428231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-drive.html' title='Sunday Drive'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SorBXPQOb1I/AAAAAAAABKs/g6FD12FxcU0/s72-c/alpineloop+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3619069498682072351</id><published>2009-08-16T17:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:19:02.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile through the tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;**This is a post in which I get personal and actually talk about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge and try to be understanding**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last year has been extremely hard for me. I have tried to deal with it the best that I can, but I can't help but feel that even my best is not good enough. I try my best to keep a smile on my face and keep going. I have suffered from depression before in my life and I have tried really hard to not let myself get that way again. This is something that is easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that I was suppose to get married this year. I dated this guy for about a year before I finally had enough. This guy would tell me things about how fat I had gotten. That he didn't want me to meet his family because of my weight. After I confided in him some things from my past he told me that he loved me but no one else ever would. That I was boring, but I could change that if I really wanted to. There are many many other things but I am trying not to think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that these things have affected me more than I let on. When I go out with friends I feel self conscience and I compare myself to them. Consequently I tend to not go out very often. I have created a safe cocoon in my house with my mom. I have enjoyed this time very much as there has not been much pressure to be happy, or be someone I am not. I have been able to strengthen my friendship with my mom, which has been really good for us. But it hasn't helped me move on at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a date with someone a couple of weeks ago and while I had fun. I couldn't help but worry about things like: What if I am too fat to date him? What if I am too boring? All of my insecurities were there in the back of my mind. As much as I try I can't help but wonder what other people think of me. I can't help but worry about every little thing. I am so afraid of making a mistake that I don't take any risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have let a big part of my personality die this summer. I have some good friends that are understanding and are there for me. But I  have pushed them away and now I feel as though I am left alone to fight this fight. I don't know how to get out of this slump. I don't know how to find myself again. I feel like I am going to have recreate who I am. Its a very scary and daunting task ahead of me.  I need to let go of the hurtful things that were told to me over and over again. I need to learn to understand that he was taking my insecurities and using them against me. I need to get over them and not let it effect every decision I make. It has been 4 months. I need to learn to understand that every disappointment I feel in my life is not related. These disappointments are not life shattering and I will be able to get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some goals to help me get over this. I need new hobbies, I need to meet new people. I need to feel like I have something to offer people. That my opinions matter. Does anyone have any other suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about venting I just have been really down this weekend and I felt that maybe if I said it out loud (or typed it) it would make it easier to deal with. If it is out and in the open then I can't hide behind it anymore. One day I hope to be able to smile without being on the verge of tears, I hope that day is soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a very happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SoighCEkiEI/AAAAAAAABKk/GEE1-xkTq3g/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 70px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SoighCEkiEI/AAAAAAAABKk/GEE1-xkTq3g/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370719044991486018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1218736207425968413-3619069498682072351?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3619069498682072351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3619069498682072351' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3619069498682072351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3619069498682072351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-through-tears.html' title='Smile through the tears'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SoighCEkiEI/AAAAAAAABKk/GEE1-xkTq3g/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3669279819867070381</id><published>2009-08-06T23:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:29:58.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont understand this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rvtravel.com/blog/rvshortstops/uploaded_images/fruit-stands-786382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 432px;" src="http://www.rvtravel.com/blog/rvshortstops/uploaded_images/fruit-stands-786382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are these fruit stands all over here &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I am sure they are everywhere)&lt;/span&gt;. They will let you pick a melon, and then they will cut it open and let you have a piece of it. Then you pick another one to buy. I don't understand why they let you taste one melon when obviously you wont buy that one. There is no guarantee that the melon you buy will taste like the melon you sampled. I wonder if you have a craving for a piece of melon you can just go and "sample" a piece and decide not to buy one.  Maybe tomorrow I will make it my quest to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous weekend, bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Snz-xWMdf1I/AAAAAAAABKc/R5N5OIuTCS0/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Snz-xWMdf1I/AAAAAAAABKc/R5N5OIuTCS0/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367444979643678546" 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/1218736207425968413-3669279819867070381?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3669279819867070381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3669279819867070381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3669279819867070381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3669279819867070381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-understand-this.html' title='I dont understand this'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Snz-xWMdf1I/AAAAAAAABKc/R5N5OIuTCS0/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2507019087156578112</id><published>2009-08-03T09:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:58:03.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncHkrM1IDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/AR7ZBSQOnYY/s1600-h/kate-hair-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncHkrM1IDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/AR7ZBSQOnYY/s320/kate-hair-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365765807688458290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Kate Gosselin said that &lt;a href="http://www.usmagazine.com/news/kate-gosselin-everybody-wants-my-hairstyle-2009145"&gt;everyone wants&lt;/a&gt; her reverse mullet haircut, she was kind of right. At least one &lt;a href="http://wonderwall.msn.com/tv/heather-mills-gets-kate-gosselin-s-haircut-1519034.story?GT1=28135#m=9vVO7ieV-8v"&gt;unlucky soul&lt;/a&gt; is now sporting her haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncIaQiXxZI/AAAAAAAABKE/fojLPygdCfU/s1600-h/ugly-hair_268x361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncIaQiXxZI/AAAAAAAABKE/fojLPygdCfU/s320/ugly-hair_268x361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365766728243987858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously Heather...All that money from Sir Paul and you can't even get a decent hair cut. What is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncIuT_oWzI/AAAAAAAABKM/dqBlX62Jb6Y/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 72px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncIuT_oWzI/AAAAAAAABKM/dqBlX62Jb6Y/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365767072769399602" 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/1218736207425968413-2507019087156578112?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2507019087156578112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2507019087156578112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2507019087156578112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2507019087156578112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-finally-happened.html' title='It finally happened'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SncHkrM1IDI/AAAAAAAABJ8/AR7ZBSQOnYY/s72-c/kate-hair-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7884885961114953116</id><published>2009-07-30T16:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:52:22.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SnIjDOmDIfI/AAAAAAAABJs/dLFDuWWAYr0/s1600-h/image002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SnIjDOmDIfI/AAAAAAAABJs/dLFDuWWAYr0/s320/image002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364388644515946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I have this in Amber, which is the 3rd from the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bought some of this while I was in Arizona. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(We dont have a Sephora here)&lt;/span&gt; I love love love it! It gives you more full and voluptuous lips, but it doesn't sting and hurt like some of the other lip plumping products out there. Give it a try you wont be disappointed, unless you already have full lips...in that case I hate you...in the kindest way possible of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SnIjRHw4a3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/0Xjl5mJ3Us0/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SnIjRHw4a3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/0Xjl5mJ3Us0/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364388883200502642" 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/1218736207425968413-7884885961114953116?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7884885961114953116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7884885961114953116' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7884885961114953116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7884885961114953116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/current-obsession.html' title='Current Obsession'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SnIjDOmDIfI/AAAAAAAABJs/dLFDuWWAYr0/s72-c/image002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-9041782437124664492</id><published>2009-07-28T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:17:45.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin</title><content type='html'>This summer I have fallen in love with my trampoline...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sm--68MVkMI/AAAAAAAABJc/bxGSIMihjYY/s1600-h/unbranded-13ft-trampoline-enclosure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sm--68MVkMI/AAAAAAAABJc/bxGSIMihjYY/s320/unbranded-13ft-trampoline-enclosure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363715601021112514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not weird that I am 26 and jump on the trampoline everyday for about 30 min, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry I have been MIA. I have been super busy, and then my hard drive crashed. That was a sad day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sm-_JFav-CI/AAAAAAAABJk/AaVa2i3MZKY/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sm-_JFav-CI/AAAAAAAABJk/AaVa2i3MZKY/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363715844015650850" 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/1218736207425968413-9041782437124664492?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/9041782437124664492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=9041782437124664492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/9041782437124664492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/9041782437124664492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sm--68MVkMI/AAAAAAAABJc/bxGSIMihjYY/s72-c/unbranded-13ft-trampoline-enclosure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1771065073622928371</id><published>2009-07-20T16:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:43:57.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're kidding right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmTzBqs7gJI/AAAAAAAABJU/son-xf-7uUE/s1600-h/car-keys-use-this-one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmTzBqs7gJI/AAAAAAAABJU/son-xf-7uUE/s320/car-keys-use-this-one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360676666445889682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took my boss's car to be washed this afternoon. It was taking forever, finally I asked about it. Turns out that the brilliant kids washing the car locked the keys inside. Were they not going to tell me? Don't worry they got it open, with a slim jim.... It's really quite comical and if it was going to happen to anyone, it would be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Monday has been great!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmTyqtzZf1I/AAAAAAAABJM/ZWkJFAOTbQ0/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 70px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmTyqtzZf1I/AAAAAAAABJM/ZWkJFAOTbQ0/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360676272141336402" 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/1218736207425968413-1771065073622928371?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1771065073622928371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1771065073622928371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1771065073622928371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1771065073622928371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-kidding-right.html' title='You&apos;re kidding right...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmTzBqs7gJI/AAAAAAAABJU/son-xf-7uUE/s72-c/car-keys-use-this-one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5002595031370331384</id><published>2009-07-19T20:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:07:43.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmPQsWDVcnI/AAAAAAAABI8/2JuEryy4LXQ/s1600-h/ingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmPQsWDVcnI/AAAAAAAABI8/2JuEryy4LXQ/s320/ingles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360357441753412210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clases de Ingles Graduacion = English class graduation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this sign the other day. If you are graduating from English class, shouldn't the sign be in English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmPRAZZz0II/AAAAAAAABJE/iuvC51pd8lw/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmPRAZZz0II/AAAAAAAABJE/iuvC51pd8lw/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360357786250367106" 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/1218736207425968413-5002595031370331384?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5002595031370331384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5002595031370331384' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5002595031370331384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5002595031370331384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me crazy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SmPQsWDVcnI/AAAAAAAABI8/2JuEryy4LXQ/s72-c/ingles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1846560947231469141</id><published>2009-07-16T10:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:07:56.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sl9dX4ZUFpI/AAAAAAAABIs/5DP52RK-fw0/s1600-h/trust2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sl9dX4ZUFpI/AAAAAAAABIs/5DP52RK-fw0/s320/trust2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359104746451113618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I have been feeling very down about myself, my life, and well basically everything. I went to Arizona last weekend to visit some friends and to hopefully find the fun Stephanie again. I had a blast and I owe a lot of it to &lt;a href="http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt; (She's cool, check out her blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday as I got to the airport I realized that my flight had been delayed. I had taken the latest flight there was (I really did not want to leave, I would live there in a heartbeat) so I was already getting home fairly late. With the delayed flight that meant a later arrival time which would then mean less sleep for the next day. To say the least I was not the happiest camper about this, but I was in a good mood because of the fantastic weekend I just had. I was lucky enough to be in the first boarding group (gotta love Southwest) so I got a good seat. As the other passengers were boarding the plane this mom came up to me and asked if she and her two boys could sit next to me. I asked her how old her twin boys were, and she said well they are not twins, one is 2 and the other is 8 months. The 2 year old had down syndrome and was small even for a special needs child. He sat in the seat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy, B, he had the most amazing blue eyes and kind smile. You know on Americas Next Top Model when Tyra says  "smile with your eyes", he does that. He smiled at me, I smiled at him and we were instant friends. He shared my magazine and showed me pictures on the safety pamphlet. He tried to share his bottle, and he would try to talk to me the best that he could. Amazingly I was able to understand what his sounds were and get him the things he wanted. As the plane was landing he got scared. He immediately grabbed my arm, put his head on my shoulder and held on. This sweet little boy was able to build a friendship and then trust me with his life in one short hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week as I have been struggling with some things, this little boy has come to mind. I wish that I could be like him. I wish that I could trust and love like him. I wish that in my dark and scary times I was able to let go and put my life into the hands of someone else. I have this strange desire to be in control, to know exactly what is going to happen and to prepare for it. I know that with these particular struggles it is an opportunity to strengthen my faith. I have decided that I am going to be like that special little boy, hold on, lay my head on the Lords shoulder and see what he has in store for me. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever be grateful to that mother for choosing to sit next to me. I learned so much in that short hour, and will reflect upon it many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sl9eNDYMT0I/AAAAAAAABI0/UGxts5bVUO0/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sl9eNDYMT0I/AAAAAAAABI0/UGxts5bVUO0/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359105659932266306" 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/1218736207425968413-1846560947231469141?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1846560947231469141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1846560947231469141' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1846560947231469141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1846560947231469141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ride.html' title='The ride...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sl9dX4ZUFpI/AAAAAAAABIs/5DP52RK-fw0/s72-c/trust2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-978656897888841894</id><published>2009-07-14T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:52:50.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch...</title><content type='html'>I got moisturizer in my eye this morning, and it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Late night + early morning= No Bueno&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlypwQv0rDI/AAAAAAAABIk/1WPMDIZWcWI/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlypwQv0rDI/AAAAAAAABIk/1WPMDIZWcWI/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358344303258414130" 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/1218736207425968413-978656897888841894?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/978656897888841894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=978656897888841894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/978656897888841894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/978656897888841894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlypwQv0rDI/AAAAAAAABIk/1WPMDIZWcWI/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4832789977895350131</id><published>2009-07-13T13:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:46:31.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of giving...</title><content type='html'>Allison from &lt;a href="http://allibounds.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Little Bit of Everything&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award. The rules say that I need to share 7 things about me... Enjoy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SluZhA17D2I/AAAAAAAABIE/Tw57kKn5lmU/s1600-h/honestscrapaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SluZhA17D2I/AAAAAAAABIE/Tw57kKn5lmU/s320/honestscrapaward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358044974128238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I love love love my job. I feel that it is the perfect job for me. I am a super organized person and this is a big part of my job. I also get to explore a little bit of my creative side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love books... I am sure that Barnes and Noble has a preferred customer list and I should be on it. If I hear about a book and that is was good, I will buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am addicted to handbags. I can never have enough. When I buy a house, there will have to be an extra room for my handbags, well and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate Olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went on an 18 month service mission for my church to NY. I learned more in that 18 months than I have from any other time of my life. There is not a day go by that I don't think back to an experience I had out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to travel and I am always dreaming of new places to go... I usually don't go there, but I plan fake trips just to see what I could do there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love little kids, I can't wait to be a mom (I really hope that happens one day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of giving I am passing along this fun little award to...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drum roll please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan from &lt;a href="http://flowithit.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda from &lt;a href="http://wereonabreak.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk from &lt;a href="http://kaakun.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jessica from &lt;a href="http://laestilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To accept an award, please link back to the person who gave you the award and list 7 things about you! We all want to know more about our blogger friends. Finally, feel free to pass along your award to other fabulous bloggers like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SludBUgmYiI/AAAAAAAABIM/apJp5_0jmBY/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SludBUgmYiI/AAAAAAAABIM/apJp5_0jmBY/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048827698209314" 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/1218736207425968413-4832789977895350131?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4832789977895350131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4832789977895350131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4832789977895350131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4832789977895350131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/spirit-of-giving.html' title='The spirit of giving...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SluZhA17D2I/AAAAAAAABIE/Tw57kKn5lmU/s72-c/honestscrapaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-990384547921983496</id><published>2009-07-07T23:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:58:38.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm outta here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ct.iscute.com/graphics/wset20/sunsmilerotate2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://ct.iscute.com/graphics/wset20/sunsmilerotate2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(image from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ct.iscute.com/graphics/wset20/sunsmilerotate2.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.iscute.com/iscute/view.php%3Fg%3D1791%26c%3DSummer%26b%3DCool%2Bsun&amp;amp;usg=__0i1sPYhuxkYkmsfKP4sQ6eU01EI=&amp;amp;h=200&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;sz=21&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=8&amp;amp;sig2=N9aysitZ0k5G3hlPuQXkqw&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=9O7pNcvo3pUJpM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;amp;tbnw=104&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsun%2Bgraphics%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DG%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=SjRUStCIOZW8NpPbxOEI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So for the last few months I have been counting down to this day. I will be boarding a plane and heading down south to Arizona to hang out with a friend. This is a much needed break. I have become onery and mean in the last few days...you could probably tell by this &lt;a href="http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. I am so looking forward to sleeping in, laying by the pool, and soaking up some rays...I was told that AZ is 20 degrees hotter than where I live. One of my friends thought it was quite funny and said that I might pass out.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hope I don't die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be absent from the blogger world for a few days. Rest assured, I will return and I might even have a cheerier attitude about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous week&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlQ0DZ0ZsYI/AAAAAAAABH8/tlO0sHciJGA/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlQ0DZ0ZsYI/AAAAAAAABH8/tlO0sHciJGA/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355963089925288322" 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/1218736207425968413-990384547921983496?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/990384547921983496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=990384547921983496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/990384547921983496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/990384547921983496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-outta-here.html' title='I&apos;m outta here'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlQ0DZ0ZsYI/AAAAAAAABH8/tlO0sHciJGA/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5403311889611768777</id><published>2009-07-07T09:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:46:34.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNktJ4FG9I/AAAAAAAABHc/PQ931kKsZJ0/s1600-h/bachelorette-jillian-harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNktJ4FG9I/AAAAAAAABHc/PQ931kKsZJ0/s320/bachelorette-jillian-harris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355735108781677522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Jilian&lt;br /&gt;I.HATE.YOU! You are boring, and frankly you&lt;br /&gt;don't deserve any of the guys you have left.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck getting engaged at the end of this.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNo80U3N3I/AAAAAAAABHk/IUq7FtfjrJQ/s1600-h/extra_bowl_of_stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNo80U3N3I/AAAAAAAABHk/IUq7FtfjrJQ/s320/extra_bowl_of_stupid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355739775921239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;Your problem doesn't =my problem.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNsuBOrjeI/AAAAAAAABHs/USlarqX4z3g/s1600-h/twitter-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNsuBOrjeI/AAAAAAAABHs/USlarqX4z3g/s320/twitter-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743919733444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Twitter&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you&lt;br /&gt;work really. I need a tweeting&lt;br /&gt;tutor. Do you have those? Doesn't&lt;br /&gt;this make stalking easier, is that&lt;br /&gt;really what we need now?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I do have a twitter account. I don't really know what I am doing but feel free to follow me at: http://twitter.com/stephoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNtgckFceI/AAAAAAAABH0/e164rhZCygE/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNtgckFceI/AAAAAAAABH0/e164rhZCygE/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355744786064437730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1218736207425968413-5403311889611768777?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5403311889611768777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5403311889611768777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5403311889611768777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5403311889611768777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-notes.html' title='Hate Notes'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlNktJ4FG9I/AAAAAAAABHc/PQ931kKsZJ0/s72-c/bachelorette-jillian-harris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4615580587453158686</id><published>2009-07-06T16:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:13:46.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlJ22qBK30I/AAAAAAAABHU/nfJE5DqsFRI/s1600-h/AP_NAPS_HEART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlJ22qBK30I/AAAAAAAABHU/nfJE5DqsFRI/s320/AP_NAPS_HEART.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355473588261150530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think it is completely unprofessional to pull my blanket out (its cold here and I have it for emergencies, such as this) and curl up for 20 min under my desk? I am leaning towards, not appropriate, but might do it anyway.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlJ2vyTnOxI/AAAAAAAABHM/7lGLP4kJ-7I/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 72px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlJ2vyTnOxI/AAAAAAAABHM/7lGLP4kJ-7I/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355473470226905874" 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/1218736207425968413-4615580587453158686?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4615580587453158686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4615580587453158686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4615580587453158686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4615580587453158686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-nap.html' title='I need a nap'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SlJ22qBK30I/AAAAAAAABHU/nfJE5DqsFRI/s72-c/AP_NAPS_HEART.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5940768398918308494</id><published>2009-07-02T14:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:30:27.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The all knowing Facebook...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cesinaction.org/Portals/0/home_facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 105px;" src="http://www.cesinaction.org/Portals/0/home_facebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed that ‘Facebook’ knows all? One of my biggest pet peeves is those stupid Facebook quizzes. I hate logging in and having my home page taken up with quiz results. Who really cares that their once high school friend’s princess name is Aurora?  Ok with that being said, one day I was bored and decided to take said quizzes. Don’t worry I didn’t publish them so the don’t take up space on all my friend’s walls. I have learned many things and thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know to stay away from giant pools of lemonade (I am suppose to drown and die in one) and my ghetto nickname is “Pooki”... if you value your life then don’t ever call me that. I know that I am 100% dateable which is good, since I am suppose to get pregnant in 2.5 months, my first child is due in June 2010. I will be getting married twice the first time being Oct 2011, they haven’t told me when the second wedding will be, I guess I will just have to leave that up to fate.  Oh and the best news of all is that I was born to be the best at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great 4th of July weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sk0YmAS4wiI/AAAAAAAABHE/m_SaXRTjAaE/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 68px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sk0YmAS4wiI/AAAAAAAABHE/m_SaXRTjAaE/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353962573206700578" 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/1218736207425968413-5940768398918308494?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5940768398918308494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5940768398918308494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5940768398918308494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5940768398918308494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-knowing-facebook.html' title='The all knowing Facebook...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sk0YmAS4wiI/AAAAAAAABHE/m_SaXRTjAaE/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5536211786785510149</id><published>2009-06-29T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:15:12.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My not so fairy tale life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkjaTuCgTyI/AAAAAAAABG0/WIVF6g3Ygg0/s1600-h/frog_princess_mousepad-p144419063878026301trak_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkjaTuCgTyI/AAAAAAAABG0/WIVF6g3Ygg0/s320/frog_princess_mousepad-p144419063878026301trak_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768189440741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a land far far away (not that long ago, and not that far away) there was a maiden, (this would be me) who had a suitor (my ex-bf).  This suitor had embarrassed the maiden on many occasions. For example, he wore his leather motorcycle chaps to her company open house. Everyone was in suits and he felt it appropriate to wear this. That was a very sad day for the maiden. A couple of months later, the maiden though that perhaps the suitor had learned his lesson. She invited him to her company party. This party was in the grand ballroom of a downtown hotel. Not wanting to take any chances the maiden chose the suitors suit and tie.  Things were going well. The maiden's boss came up to them and introductions were made. The suitor proceeded to converse with said boss. The boss’s wife joined them and the boss then introduced him as the maiden’s boyfriend. That not being enough for the suitor he decided to add, “my name is Josh, it rhymes with squash”. Right then and there a little piece of the maiden died forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No they did not live happily ever after, in fact a few months later, they broke up. Shocking I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkjaYdOZW6I/AAAAAAAABG8/M2c4CJ2AP5s/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkjaYdOZW6I/AAAAAAAABG8/M2c4CJ2AP5s/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768270826560418" 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/1218736207425968413-5536211786785510149?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5536211786785510149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5536211786785510149' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5536211786785510149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5536211786785510149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-not-so-fairy-tale-life.html' title='My not so fairy tale life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkjaTuCgTyI/AAAAAAAABG0/WIVF6g3Ygg0/s72-c/frog_princess_mousepad-p144419063878026301trak_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5819294260855299437</id><published>2009-06-26T10:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:11:13.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mikey...</title><content type='html'>One of my very first memories of Michael Jackson was when I was in kindergarten. I think the song "Beat It" had just been released. I was sitting at my little table with a group of my little guy friends and we were singing and dancing around. Then an argument started about the lyrics, what words were said etc. My love for him started early. RIP Michael, may your children be watched over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfBvYFqsi7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfBvYFqsi7A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kind of long but sooo worth it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkTzDHyUG9I/AAAAAAAABGs/vl1MQVgKpKU/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkTzDHyUG9I/AAAAAAAABGs/vl1MQVgKpKU/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669492178230226" 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/1218736207425968413-5819294260855299437?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5819294260855299437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5819294260855299437' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5819294260855299437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5819294260855299437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-mikey.html' title='Oh Mikey...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkTzDHyUG9I/AAAAAAAABGs/vl1MQVgKpKU/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-9182257811640439909</id><published>2009-06-25T12:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:22:48.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkPDM5vN-pI/AAAAAAAABGk/_EVzBNRb_Ig/s1600-h/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkPDM5vN-pI/AAAAAAAABGk/_EVzBNRb_Ig/s320/camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351335408670997138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to go camping for a few weeks now. I am not really sure where this desire came from. Generally I am not big into bugs, dirt, and no showers. I don't want to do the trailer thing. I want to have tents and sleeping bags. I am craving s'mores and fire roasted hot dogs weird I know. Can you see me around the camp fire singing kumbaya? (It's a funny thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep running into one problem. I can't find anyone who is available to go with me. Sad I know. I think part of the problem is that people are afraid. Afraid that I will want to leave after about oh say an hour. Afraid that I will get bored and they will have to entertain me, and afraid that I will get cold.  I don't really blame them since that is true most of the time. Once I get cold, I am miserable. Me being miserable = everyone around me being miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and anyone else who wants to come, I make these promises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To bring 2 books and a craft. When I get bored of the first book I will have a backup and when I get bored of the back up I will have a craft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have some awesome wool socks, I will make sure that they are packed. I may have to take a few days to find them since generally they are not June attire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will brush up on my dutch oven skillz. Right now my skillz consist of peach cobbler and chicken parmesan. You will be full and happy as long as you like your food a little on the blackened side! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my dutch oven cooking fails I will bring pop tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will go ahead and book a room at the Marriot right now, since we all know that is where we will end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkPC9UJVB5I/AAAAAAAABGc/w9QWTTFi_aE/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkPC9UJVB5I/AAAAAAAABGc/w9QWTTFi_aE/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351335140881926034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-9182257811640439909?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/9182257811640439909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=9182257811640439909' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/9182257811640439909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/9182257811640439909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-this-itch.html' title='Back to the Wilderness'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkPDM5vN-pI/AAAAAAAABGk/_EVzBNRb_Ig/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-77386733427494025</id><published>2009-06-23T09:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:57:36.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone know him?</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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkD463zYEDI/AAAAAAAABGM/weg0TDw9kd4/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkD463zYEDI/AAAAAAAABGM/weg0TDw9kd4/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350550047611686962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jake from the Bachelorette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though his near perfectness is a little creepy, I would like to meet him. I think he is hot, and there is something about him that is intriguing. If anyone knows him, please hook a sister up. After all I endured &lt;a href="http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-just-me.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; date, and think I deserve it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkD6yV1g6eI/AAAAAAAABGU/7TXGD1aeBTE/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkD6yV1g6eI/AAAAAAAABGU/7TXGD1aeBTE/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350552100078152162" 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/1218736207425968413-77386733427494025?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/77386733427494025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=77386733427494025' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/77386733427494025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/77386733427494025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/does-anyone-know-him.html' title='Does anyone know him?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SkD463zYEDI/AAAAAAAABGM/weg0TDw9kd4/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8048255799003875379</id><published>2009-06-22T09:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:41:32.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sj-kpA939yI/AAAAAAAABF8/V01vM1twfq4/s1600-h/teeth-smile-and-toothbrush-thumb2887472-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sj-kpA939yI/AAAAAAAABF8/V01vM1twfq4/s320/teeth-smile-and-toothbrush-thumb2887472-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175906880550690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(image taken from &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2235866_pamper-your-smile.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyone else ever had a date end with the guy telling them that he forgot to brush his teeth that morning? Oh did I forget to mention that this happened at my doorstep as we were about to kiss goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope? It's just me. That is what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did not&lt;/span&gt; share a goodnight kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sj-l0wh-2MI/AAAAAAAABGE/tdGldrTgUn0/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sj-l0wh-2MI/AAAAAAAABGE/tdGldrTgUn0/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350177208138651842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1218736207425968413-8048255799003875379?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8048255799003875379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8048255799003875379' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8048255799003875379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8048255799003875379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sj-kpA939yI/AAAAAAAABF8/V01vM1twfq4/s72-c/teeth-smile-and-toothbrush-thumb2887472-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5925753586295552042</id><published>2009-06-18T15:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:34:58.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I learn about her</title><content type='html'>the more I dislike her. I am sure that everyone has seen this but I just saw it for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjohryb6xAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjohryb6xAU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always been extremely rude to her husband and now she denies her child water. If there wasn't enough time for her children to have a drink than she shouldn't have had one either. With this and her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt; haircut, I don't think I can watch her anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-5925753586295552042?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5925753586295552042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5925753586295552042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5925753586295552042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5925753586295552042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-i-learn-about-her.html' title='The more I learn about her'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1779222617929822151</id><published>2009-06-15T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:59:41.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyebrow Envy</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I may have watched the &lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/shows/army-wives"&gt;Army Wives&lt;/a&gt; marathon on Lifetime. Don't ask why, I really don't know. I think I was too lazy to find something else to watch. I ended up kind of liking it though, 8 hours of the same thing tends to do that. As I was watching I realized that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001126/"&gt;Kim Delaney&lt;/a&gt; has great eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SjaKvfCOXqI/AAAAAAAABF0/ebOP-_5gp7o/s1600-h/delaney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SjaKvfCOXqI/AAAAAAAABF0/ebOP-_5gp7o/s320/delaney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347614155938356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going to tweeze my eyebrows this weekend. But instead I decided to let them fill in and go and get them reshaped. In the next few weeks if you happen to see a giant bush growing above my eyes please don't run from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-1779222617929822151?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1779222617929822151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1779222617929822151' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1779222617929822151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1779222617929822151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/eyebrow-envy.html' title='Eyebrow Envy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SjaKvfCOXqI/AAAAAAAABF0/ebOP-_5gp7o/s72-c/delaney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-807340545325177451</id><published>2009-06-09T11:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:07:24.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today my heart is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Si6XR5ML-DI/AAAAAAAABFk/3KWNcA4KEpY/s1600-h/NY.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Si6XR5ML-DI/AAAAAAAABFk/3KWNcA4KEpY/s320/NY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345376141400864818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who dont know (Ok really everyone who reads this blog probably knows) I lived in New York for a year and a half as a missionary for my church. I have been home for 3 years. lately I find myself wishing I was there.&lt;br /&gt;Some things I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coco Helado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canolis (You can't get good ones here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people and hustle and bustle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Subway, yes you read that right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Central Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Met (the museum, not the baseball team)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street Vendors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Firemen, need I say more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Crazies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This list could go on forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I need a vacay there stat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Si6j9-lZL2I/AAAAAAAABFs/_hv5vK2ysbs/s1600-h/iluvny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Si6j9-lZL2I/AAAAAAAABFs/_hv5vK2ysbs/s320/iluvny.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345390092902543202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you have questions about my church click &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/1218736207425968413-807340545325177451?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/807340545325177451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=807340545325177451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/807340545325177451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/807340545325177451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-my-heart-is-here.html' title='Today my heart is here'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Si6XR5ML-DI/AAAAAAAABFk/3KWNcA4KEpY/s72-c/NY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7263408410420817939</id><published>2009-05-21T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:11:28.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am having a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very bad, no good, rotten &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be back tomorrow with a fun happy post!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/ShXRd3sv-QI/AAAAAAAABFc/NzT0C56R1sE/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/ShXRd3sv-QI/AAAAAAAABFc/NzT0C56R1sE/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338403244415645954" 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/1218736207425968413-7263408410420817939?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7263408410420817939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7263408410420817939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7263408410420817939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7263408410420817939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-having.html' title='I am having a...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/ShXRd3sv-QI/AAAAAAAABFc/NzT0C56R1sE/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5605281591824207548</id><published>2009-05-15T14:57:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:25:09.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly the BEST wedding invite ever!</title><content type='html'>So no joke my mom was invited to this wedding. Upon looking at it &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I have found things that are very different from a traditional wedding invite. I thought I would share with the blogger world, because I am a giver like that. First you must know this was printed in grayscale on plain white printer paper. (click on pictures to enlarge)&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3aYZ3wQkI/AAAAAAAABEo/HFo9zFIqN0o/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3aYZ3wQkI/AAAAAAAABEo/HFo9zFIqN0o/s320/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336161246300357186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the front of the invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note-The couple on the invite is not the happy couple getting married.&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3asa28htI/AAAAAAAABEw/oG4xcqdRyDA/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3asa28htI/AAAAAAAABEw/oG4xcqdRyDA/s320/wedding2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336161590162786002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so I may  not be an expert on weddings since I have never had one of my own.                        But I thought it was pretty standard that you bring the gift to the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3bAakj1SI/AAAAAAAABE4/B3U8G6o3c8c/s1600-h/wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3bAakj1SI/AAAAAAAABE4/B3U8G6o3c8c/s320/wedding3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336161933683053858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can honestly say that out of the 100,000,000 weddings I have been to. I have never been invited to a potluck wedding. I guess there is a first for everything. I think I am going to take nut and mint cups. I only have one question do I bring enough for 10 or 300?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3bkGbHFFI/AAAAAAAABFA/09pA51fqijs/s1600-h/wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3bkGbHFFI/AAAAAAAABFA/09pA51fqijs/s320/wedding4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336162546750002258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy am I glad there are not 1,000 First Wards in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;If there were, I might not be able to find it since there is no address given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3cOS5u7nI/AAAAAAAABFI/iBkuDWlZKbU/s1600-h/wedding5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3cOS5u7nI/AAAAAAAABFI/iBkuDWlZKbU/s320/wedding5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163271654174322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is not a time given. I guess I will just show up at the chapel of my choosing&lt;br /&gt;with my nut cups and present at 9 am and wait for the happy couple to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3cvuBzEAI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XR9NiMDF5NI/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 73px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3cvuBzEAI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XR9NiMDF5NI/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336163845871439874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1218736207425968413-5605281591824207548?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5605281591824207548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5605281591824207548' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5605281591824207548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5605281591824207548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/possibly-best-wedding-invite-ever.html' title='Possibly the BEST wedding invite ever!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sg3aYZ3wQkI/AAAAAAAABEo/HFo9zFIqN0o/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6630570582862608736</id><published>2009-05-13T16:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:17:51.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take it as a hint</title><content type='html'>On MSN today I ran across this &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30720344/?GT1=43001"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;. Basically it says that at an office building in California, an employee attempted to clean a fridge out that had rotting food in it. She put the food in a conference room, while she cleaned the fridge. The rotting food created a smell so toxic that it sent 7 people to the hospital, and 28 other people were treated for nausea and vomiting. Luckily, the brave lady who started this whole process was not affected because of her allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This struck home because there is a fridge by my desk. This is one of those mini fridges and is used by 4 people. We have created what we lovingly refer to as "The Kashi Compost". Every day we are "going" to clean it out. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see exhibit A)&lt;/span&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgtOyjiEllI/AAAAAAAABD4/5UWUowrHfew/s1600-h/IMG00095.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgtOyjiEllI/AAAAAAAABD4/5UWUowrHfew/s320/IMG00095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335444813989058130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(exhibit A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today we &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are definitely&lt;/span&gt; going to clean&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cleaned it&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see exhibit B)&lt;/span&gt; I don't think workers comp covers inhaling toxic rotten food fumes. I could be wrong but I don't really want to take a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgt_ApjhX8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/QDyVvJyD1I0/s1600-h/IMG00096.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgt_ApjhX8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/QDyVvJyD1I0/s320/IMG00096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335497832682053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(exhibit B)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-6630570582862608736?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6630570582862608736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6630570582862608736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6630570582862608736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6630570582862608736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-take-it-as-hint.html' title='I&apos;ll take it as a hint'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgtOyjiEllI/AAAAAAAABD4/5UWUowrHfew/s72-c/IMG00095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1228131352645618421</id><published>2009-05-12T14:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:13:29.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it easy...</title><content type='html'>So this last weekend I had the opportunity to go to the Eagles concert. I have been looking forward to this for awhile. I bought my tickets during pre-sale back in Feb. I took my friend Emily, she was the best date ever. The concert rocked. They were amazing, and I am soo glad that I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnXZO89NfI/AAAAAAAABDY/5zCr-iMgScU/s1600-h/102_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnXZO89NfI/AAAAAAAABDY/5zCr-iMgScU/s320/102_0992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335032062107530738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnXr6OkhvI/AAAAAAAABDg/zIE02s20Xns/s1600-h/102_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnXr6OkhvI/AAAAAAAABDg/zIE02s20Xns/s320/102_1021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335032382961780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnX7E26hWI/AAAAAAAABDo/x_ZQ_ixf2Zs/s1600-h/102_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnX7E26hWI/AAAAAAAABDo/x_ZQ_ixf2Zs/s320/102_1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335032643513386338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnYMygcCGI/AAAAAAAABDw/_hlBKskSpLw/s1600-h/102_1041.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnYMygcCGI/AAAAAAAABDw/_hlBKskSpLw/s320/102_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335032947824920674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for going with me Emily!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-1228131352645618421?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1228131352645618421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1228131352645618421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1228131352645618421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1228131352645618421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-it-easy.html' title='Taking it easy...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgnXZO89NfI/AAAAAAAABDY/5zCr-iMgScU/s72-c/102_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5942197933972648377</id><published>2009-05-12T10:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:12:42.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats, Felicidades, Félicitations, Congratulazioni, YAHOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my little brudder just got accepted to this awesome program at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Medical Laboratory Sciences!!!&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgmkApG32EI/AAAAAAAABDA/Oomc5ga9mP0/s1600-h/Brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgmkApG32EI/AAAAAAAABDA/Oomc5ga9mP0/s320/Brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334975564538697794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The neat thing is this program only accepts &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;8-10&lt;/span&gt; students a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Brandon. I know you worked your little tail off. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgmlM2TmuwI/AAAAAAAABDI/6oG9BNZL8XE/s1600-h/brandon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgmlM2TmuwI/AAAAAAAABDI/6oG9BNZL8XE/s320/brandon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334976873751821058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Brandon)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgmt4I6_yVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/3BLIwBm92Po/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgmt4I6_yVI/AAAAAAAABDQ/3BLIwBm92Po/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334986413576276306" 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/1218736207425968413-5942197933972648377?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5942197933972648377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5942197933972648377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5942197933972648377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5942197933972648377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/congrats-felicidades-felicitations.html' title='Congrats, Felicidades, Félicitations, Congratulazioni, YAHOO!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgmkApG32EI/AAAAAAAABDA/Oomc5ga9mP0/s72-c/Brandon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2739966570325409604</id><published>2009-05-11T11:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:55:38.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a "Trekkie"&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgha8CJoyRI/AAAAAAAABCg/X_btqCMlFgg/s1600-h/picture-12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgha8CJoyRI/AAAAAAAABCg/X_btqCMlFgg/s320/picture-12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334613746036295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it has something to do with this:&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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sghcgc5wNHI/AAAAAAAABCo/ccREQiEcHy4/s1600-h/ChrisPine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sghcgc5wNHI/AAAAAAAABCo/ccREQiEcHy4/s320/ChrisPine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334615471204349042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am going to have to go soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;**Update-Saw the movie and he can be my captain any day**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SghdBV6nDlI/AAAAAAAABCw/R7cKHx0QYpo/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SghdBV6nDlI/AAAAAAAABCw/R7cKHx0QYpo/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334616036264578642" 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/1218736207425968413-2739966570325409604?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2739966570325409604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2739966570325409604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2739966570325409604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2739966570325409604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/secrets-out.html' title='Secrets out...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sgha8CJoyRI/AAAAAAAABCg/X_btqCMlFgg/s72-c/picture-12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2769117702274091355</id><published>2009-05-08T09:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:52:56.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Breakup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Del Taco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have had some what of an on again, off again relationship. You have been my loyal companion through many hard days. When you moved into your new place close to my work, you became a shoulder to lean on, and leaving my lunch at home was not such a big problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I fell in love with your chicken soft tacos quickly; they were only paving the way to my true love, fish tacos. I could always count on you to finish things off sweetly with a crispy delicious churro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alas our relationship can not continue. I will miss you, and everyday as I drive by my heart will long to be inside of your festively colored walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go boldly into the future, it will treat you well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear my beloved &lt;a href="http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/help.html"&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For as long as I can remember you have been there to give me sweet refreshment. To get me through when I didn't think I could make it. You have been a constant companion, and I will miss you greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dearest Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I have loved you in all of your shapes and forms- milk, white, dark. I just dont understand how you could not love me back. You have caused me great pain as I have watched the numbers on my scale go up. This is it I am done, I just can't handle your abuse. You hid it so well pretending to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/12/20/health.chocolate/index.html"&gt; good for me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  You have always been my secret indulgence, but the time has come to be true to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am starting a new weight loss program, this is causing me to break up with several of my favorite things. Wish me luck, it might be a rocky road to recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgSbiqcC-ZI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZuY-Zk6jQDU/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgSbiqcC-ZI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZuY-Zk6jQDU/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333558878523292050" 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/1218736207425968413-2769117702274091355?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2769117702274091355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2769117702274091355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2769117702274091355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2769117702274091355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-del-taco-we-have-had-some-what-of.html' title='The Dreaded Breakup'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgSbiqcC-ZI/AAAAAAAABCY/ZuY-Zk6jQDU/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-632139921929525475</id><published>2009-05-07T10:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:13:50.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 More Minutes, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMLI9WgdVI/AAAAAAAABCA/FzObQjH2_9Y/s1600-h/snooze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMLI9WgdVI/AAAAAAAABCA/FzObQjH2_9Y/s320/snooze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333118632272622930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has been one of those weeks when I can't get out of bed to save my life. I think it has something to do with the stress of everything that has gone on in the past few weeks. I get to bed late and when I do get there, I can't fall asleep. I hit the snooze button a minimum of twice every morning and end up rushing out of my house late for work. About 2 or 3 pm I crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some help. I think I will get some &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/tc/melatonin-overview"&gt;melatonin&lt;/a&gt; today after work.  Does anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad there is only one more day until Saturday (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I consider today already conquered because I am out of bed, therefore it doesn't count&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://flowithit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reagan&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMWtncw9nI/AAAAAAAABCI/RMarjhbVW6I/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMWtncw9nI/AAAAAAAABCI/RMarjhbVW6I/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333131356676355698" 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/1218736207425968413-632139921929525475?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/632139921929525475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=632139921929525475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/632139921929525475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/632139921929525475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-more-minutes-please.html' title='5 More Minutes, Please'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMLI9WgdVI/AAAAAAAABCA/FzObQjH2_9Y/s72-c/snooze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-4890194350607753183</id><published>2009-05-04T11:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:15:06.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish someone would serenade me like this. Ahh if only. A girl can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngRq82c8Baw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngRq82c8Baw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. it's "once"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMW9zctVII/AAAAAAAABCQ/dHSuNKBK-C4/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMW9zctVII/AAAAAAAABCQ/dHSuNKBK-C4/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333131634775250050" 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/1218736207425968413-4890194350607753183?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/4890194350607753183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=4890194350607753183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4890194350607753183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/4890194350607753183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/spanish-love-song.html' title='Spanish Love Song'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SgMW9zctVII/AAAAAAAABCQ/dHSuNKBK-C4/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6418857580849793511</id><published>2009-05-01T10:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:15:34.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Swine Flu starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfsfiN9zwSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DGc6iPtWu-s/s1600-h/swineflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfsfiN9zwSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DGc6iPtWu-s/s400/swineflu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330889256648032546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got this in an email this morning and thought I would share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfsfuUJ7cmI/AAAAAAAABBY/wpFUW7JH7pk/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfsfuUJ7cmI/AAAAAAAABBY/wpFUW7JH7pk/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330889464467911266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-6418857580849793511?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6418857580849793511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6418857580849793511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6418857580849793511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6418857580849793511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-swine-flu-starts.html' title='How the Swine Flu starts'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfsfiN9zwSI/AAAAAAAABBQ/DGc6iPtWu-s/s72-c/swineflu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8394487246791063386</id><published>2009-04-30T10:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:08:49.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorta kinda maybe in love with these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfnW-9s5aBI/AAAAAAAABBA/TPmyzed7r5c/s1600-h/wisp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfnW-9s5aBI/AAAAAAAABBA/TPmyzed7r5c/s320/wisp0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330528011172800530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have changed my life. I carry them in my purse for after lunch, or dinner when I am out, and sometimes I just want to have fresher breathe. You don't need water, just open the package and brush to your little hearts content. Give them a try, you'll love them too. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I can't really promise that you will love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.S I still use a regular toothbrush when I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sfna6-v8eqI/AAAAAAAABBI/0f0FaCkLMeM/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sfna6-v8eqI/AAAAAAAABBI/0f0FaCkLMeM/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330532340781054626" 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/1218736207425968413-8394487246791063386?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8394487246791063386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8394487246791063386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8394487246791063386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8394487246791063386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sorta-kinda-maybe-in-love-with.html' title='I am sorta kinda maybe in love with these...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfnW-9s5aBI/AAAAAAAABBA/TPmyzed7r5c/s72-c/wisp0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5674153781644790611</id><published>2009-04-29T14:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:59:22.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La familia Price</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we had some family pictures taken. This was long overdue since I think the last time we had them done my little brother was a baby. He is now 20. Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c0.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=3170534137685279424&amp;amp;site=widget-c0.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 400px;" 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=3170534137685279424&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p1/3170534137685279424/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137685279424&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p2/3170534137685279424/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137685279424&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p4/3170534137685279424/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkT-mPGU0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/twikIlDBftU/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkT-mPGU0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/twikIlDBftU/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330313600106386242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sfi2F7rXlBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/DNjM6p1Gs7k/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkTnUViTFI/AAAAAAAAA_k/p734W5bR2bk/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-5674153781644790611?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5674153781644790611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5674153781644790611' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5674153781644790611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5674153781644790611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-familia-price.html' title='La familia Price'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkT-mPGU0I/AAAAAAAAA_s/twikIlDBftU/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3305817526344999056</id><published>2009-04-12T20:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:01:38.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.decoruniqueart.com/catalog/images/Why%20Weepest%20Thou%20Large%20Web%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.decoruniqueart.com/catalog/images/Why%20Weepest%20Thou%20Large%20Web%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*image by Liz Lemon Swindle - Found &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://www.decoruniqueart.com/catalog/images/Why%20Weepest%20Thou%20Large%20Web%20view.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20display:%20block;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20335px;%20height:%20399px;%22%20src=%22http://www.decoruniqueart.com/catalog/images/Why%20Weepest%20Thou%20Large%20Web%20view.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Easter is my favorite holiday. I know that is unusual, most people love Christmas or something. Now dont get me wrong I love the Christmas Holidays and all that they represent, and especially spending the time with my family. I do want to share a little bit about why I love Easter. Despite what you think it has nothing to do with a big bunny and a basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Easter. I think that the candy is the best. Usually there is great weather, and fun activites who doesnt enjoy an easter egg hunt? I also love all that it represents, new life. This is symbolized with new flowers, baby animals etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the first Easter I had on my mission. I was serving in an area that was a little upstate in New York, Middletown. We had an early morning ward council meeting. Every Sunday we had that meeting and like any other church meeting it was started with an opening hymn and prayer. That Sunday the song was, He is Risen. During that song the spirit testified to me that because of the Saviors resurrection, eternal life was possible. I always new that resurrection was important and it was a gift that we were all promised. But in those few moments my perspective was changed. I finally realized that it was more than important, resurrection is an essential part of the plan we have. It is as important as birth.&lt;br /&gt;I was also struck with the knowledge that because of this I would be able to see and live with my family after death. I can't even describe the joy that brings me, as I miss members of my family that have passed on, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that our father in heaven loved us enough to send his son to pay the ultimate price. I am grateful for the atonement of Jesus Christ. I can't imagine the mess I would be in with out that. I know that no matter what, I am never alone. I always have someone who knows exactly how I am feeling and is willing to be there to support me and help me in times of trial. There is someone who loves me, regardless of the mistakes I make. I am grateful that because of the atonement and resurrection I will have the opportunity to live with my family forever. That is a gift beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have questions about any of my beliefs click &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that you all have a very happy Easter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkUXWn7pvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ORMrHlprnGc/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkUXWn7pvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ORMrHlprnGc/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314025412306674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-3305817526344999056?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3305817526344999056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3305817526344999056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3305817526344999056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3305817526344999056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-how-i-love-you.html' title='Oh how I love you...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkUXWn7pvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ORMrHlprnGc/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1176179172010933517</id><published>2009-04-10T14:27:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:03:09.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of the "O"</title><content type='html'>I thought that I would get a new outfit to wear on Easter Sunday. This is my favorite holiday of the year, and I wanted to look smashing. I found some treasure that I couldnt live without on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.overstock.com"&gt;overstock.com. &lt;/a&gt; I know there are many others looking for such treasures so I thought I would share. No stealing though these are mine, I saw them first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Jewelry-Watches/Sterling-Silver-Moveable-Toilet-Necklace/3037488/product.html"&gt;Sterling Silver Moveable Toilet Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-tmXfiCTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/EA7x91qhvdo/s1600-h/P11179512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-tmXfiCTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/EA7x91qhvdo/s320/P11179512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323164159228119346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew my jewelry collection was missing something. Now I know what it is. It is only $16.99 what an amazing deal for a timeless piece. I put a rush on it, I can't wait to show it off at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/Betseyville-Vivacious-White-Multi/3637306/product.html"&gt;Betseyville Vivacious White Multi Shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-wvhelqAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xS4qcErxZuY/s1600-h/P11705479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-wvhelqAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xS4qcErxZuY/s320/P11705479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323167615062222850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with these at first sight. With the colors and bows they go with EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I couldnt decided between these two fabulous dresses, so I got them both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/Kaelyn-Max-Womens-Bubble-Hem-Dress/3920075/product.html?sec_iid=33974"&gt;Bubble Hem Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-yUosWmOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/M5if3QA4P3Q/s1600-h/L11961570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-yUosWmOI/AAAAAAAAA4w/M5if3QA4P3Q/s320/L11961570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323169352165791970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dress reminded me of a painting that the primary children would do. What better way to show my love for the savior than by wear the art of the little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/Kaelyn-Max-Womens-Purple-Retro-Print-Dress/3920077/product.html"&gt;Purple Retro Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-zghWra_I/AAAAAAAAA44/o1cs0hUl6sI/s1600-h/P11961571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-zghWra_I/AAAAAAAAA44/o1cs0hUl6sI/s320/P11961571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323170655865891826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The buckle straps say it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/Kozmic-Painted-Roses-Hand-painted-Leather-Handbag/3826973/product.html"&gt;Kozmic Painted Roses Handbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-0hMhKWgI/AAAAAAAAA5A/9gFEITDMmEc/s1600-h/P11883533a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-0hMhKWgI/AAAAAAAAA5A/9gFEITDMmEc/s320/P11883533a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323171766964214274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me then you know I LOVE purses. These (yes I got both colors) were a must have for my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great Easter weekend. I can't wait to wear my new outfit to church. Too bad you're not in my ward, and won't be able to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*I did not acutally buy any of these things. Are you kidding me?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkUtconTdI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ZIsFNjqAy3I/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkUtconTdI/AAAAAAAAA_8/ZIsFNjqAy3I/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314404982902226" 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/1218736207425968413-1176179172010933517?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1176179172010933517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1176179172010933517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1176179172010933517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1176179172010933517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonders-of-o.html' title='The wonders of the &quot;O&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sd-tmXfiCTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/EA7x91qhvdo/s72-c/P11179512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8860948735034198897</id><published>2009-04-05T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:04:11.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felt like your heart had been ripe out of your chest and stomped on?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that is how I am feeling today. I hope it passes soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVCrNGjsI/AAAAAAAABAE/plMYNbSE950/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVCrNGjsI/AAAAAAAABAE/plMYNbSE950/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330314769671294658" 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/1218736207425968413-8860948735034198897?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8860948735034198897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8860948735034198897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8860948735034198897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8860948735034198897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVCrNGjsI/AAAAAAAABAE/plMYNbSE950/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2265596536575415876</id><published>2009-03-10T23:08:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:05:49.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/a-trophy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 217px;" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/a-trophy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am starting something new; The Darwin Award of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks award comes from the Darwin Awards II Unnatural Selection, page 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"David a forty-four year old Mineola man, was more than desperate to be rid of his flab than most. Why not save money and allow his friend to perform amateur liposuction on him in his garage? As you might guess, using  a vacuum for liposuction is not the safest of weight loss programs. David died in the makeshift medical clinic, the victim of lidocaine overdose. The fake physician apologized to the man's family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I think therefore I am not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVUww_2OI/AAAAAAAABAM/zl8oztMkAKg/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVUww_2OI/AAAAAAAABAM/zl8oztMkAKg/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315080401672418" 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/1218736207425968413-2265596536575415876?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2265596536575415876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2265596536575415876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2265596536575415876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2265596536575415876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-award-goes-too.html' title='And the award goes too...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVUww_2OI/AAAAAAAABAM/zl8oztMkAKg/s72-c/signaturewhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8936370808772927867</id><published>2009-03-04T16:36:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:07:03.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Braving the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sa8T112bL2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/M6iGm-_9_TI/s1600-h/436px-MexicoCityPostCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 449px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sa8T112bL2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/M6iGm-_9_TI/s320/436px-MexicoCityPostCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309484301402451810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have been watching the news then you know about the fun events *insert sarcasm* happening in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would be a perfect time to go. Ok ok, I didn't think that. Nevertheless I am going, Mexico City here I come. My work has an event every year there and now is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love Mexico City, you know except for the kidnappings and such. I am most excited for Tacos al Pastor, and Mexican coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVrF9WdzI/AAAAAAAABAU/IMMx9DKVnIE/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkVrF9WdzI/AAAAAAAABAU/IMMx9DKVnIE/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315464047753010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SdVsrDJmA7I/AAAAAAAAA4A/_X6uGdP9c-4/s1600-h/Leafsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-8936370808772927867?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8936370808772927867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8936370808772927867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8936370808772927867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8936370808772927867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/03/braving-storm.html' title='Braving the storm'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sa8T112bL2I/AAAAAAAAA1c/M6iGm-_9_TI/s72-c/436px-MexicoCityPostCard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6028614880015970789</id><published>2009-03-02T21:53:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:08:25.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What an inspiration and Jason's a Jerk!</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure that Molly Malaney from the Bachelor was inspired by this &lt;a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovely-lady-bumps.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on the Bachelor After the Final Rose. I think she had like 3 &lt;a href="https://www.bumpits.com/Default.aspx"&gt;bumpits&lt;/a&gt; in. I am guessing she was trying to show Melissa who was boss. Kristina thank you for sharing with the world the wonders of the bumpit. I am going to order one or twelve right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sa2M6WPxIfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/1fL6oJxssBU/s1600-h/bumpit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sa2M6WPxIfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/1fL6oJxssBU/s320/bumpit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309054469771698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*as promised, a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. Does anyone else think that Jason was a big fat JERK and should have maybe broken up with Melissa at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkV-UV8SOI/AAAAAAAABAc/fUH_j1PfeZs/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkV-UV8SOI/AAAAAAAABAc/fUH_j1PfeZs/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330315794326505698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SdVtQkV20iI/AAAAAAAAA4I/w3e5zTakOBM/s1600-h/Leafsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-6028614880015970789?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6028614880015970789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6028614880015970789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6028614880015970789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6028614880015970789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-and-inspiration.html' title='What an inspiration and Jason&apos;s a Jerk!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sa2M6WPxIfI/AAAAAAAAA1M/1fL6oJxssBU/s72-c/bumpit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6531847630884359027</id><published>2009-02-26T15:30:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:09:35.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I hope these become a new style</title><content type='html'>Do you ever see celebrity fashions and wonder "what were they thinking"? That was my thought when I saw this pic of Sarah Jessica Parker and her "cloven" boots. Is cloven another word for horse hoof? Just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacYajYz5RI/AAAAAAAAA00/tv9s3fkip_M/s1600-h/article-0-035DB1A0000005DC-271_468x711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacYajYz5RI/AAAAAAAAA00/tv9s3fkip_M/s320/article-0-035DB1A0000005DC-271_468x711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237530334389522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacYjiWXZnI/AAAAAAAAA08/WgPXn5ubbDg/s1600-h/article-0-035DB1A4000005DC-28_468x456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacYjiWXZnI/AAAAAAAAA08/WgPXn5ubbDg/s320/article-0-035DB1A4000005DC-28_468x456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237684674520690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SbiTSP-3QiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/EdsKlgZxdqA/s1600-h/SignatureSteph.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/Sfip3Ey1MCI/AAAAAAAAA8c/EctDePQWqNY/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkWSKf0qOI/AAAAAAAABAk/tmDQa9Ycj10/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkWSKf0qOI/AAAAAAAABAk/tmDQa9Ycj10/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330316135280978146" 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/1218736207425968413-6531847630884359027?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6531847630884359027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6531847630884359027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6531847630884359027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6531847630884359027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-was-she-thinking.html' title='Oh I hope these become a new style'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacYajYz5RI/AAAAAAAAA00/tv9s3fkip_M/s72-c/article-0-035DB1A0000005DC-271_468x711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3280655506573068184</id><published>2009-02-26T14:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:12:02.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Reagan</title><content type='html'>Reagan... You are one of the best friends a girl could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacRBsZ5-xI/AAAAAAAAA0s/k5nbAH_LLfc/s1600-h/n620090092_5957027_4743.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacRBsZ5-xI/AAAAAAAAA0s/k5nbAH_LLfc/s320/n620090092_5957027_4743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307229406676777746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flowithit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check out how she shared her fabulous DC vacation with me here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SdVuLSQE52I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/IlVOhW_xiMo/s1600-h/Leafsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfiqikCQBKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/fKaCBYd9Yzc/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkWosZyN-I/AAAAAAAABAs/YzLOTD9sgcU/s1600-h/signaturewhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SfkWosZyN-I/AAAAAAAABAs/YzLOTD9sgcU/s200/signaturewhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330316522339579874" 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/1218736207425968413-3280655506573068184?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3280655506573068184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3280655506573068184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3280655506573068184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3280655506573068184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-reagan.html' title='Thank you Reagan'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SacRBsZ5-xI/AAAAAAAAA0s/k5nbAH_LLfc/s72-c/n620090092_5957027_4743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-552649979607925298</id><published>2009-02-17T15:07:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:41:17.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never</title><content type='html'>For Valentines Day, I made Josh a coupon book. It was made out of envelopes. On the front I decorated with pictures etc and on the back I put his coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6ZWKnjLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/gu8ETL89TPM/s1600-h/DSCN2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6ZWKnjLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/gu8ETL89TPM/s320/DSCN2311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303897193280146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs8eK06uVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KYID1_aWDxM/s1600-h/DSCN2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs8eK06uVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/KYID1_aWDxM/s320/DSCN2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303899475158939986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6rwB3tzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/f7XcrkmxKIM/s1600-h/DSCN2310.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6rwB3tzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/f7XcrkmxKIM/s320/DSCN2310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303897509460424498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then for the lovely ladies that I work with I made chocolate covered rice krispies. They were so fun and easy to make, and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6LJYy7jI/AAAAAAAAAzw/lZzgi47TBW4/s1600-h/0212091456-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6LJYy7jI/AAAAAAAAAzw/lZzgi47TBW4/s320/0212091456-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303896949331783218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh was so sweet. He brought me some beautiful flowers to work on Friday. Then on Saturday he made me dinner and we ate it by candle light. He made it into a big surprise and I was told to stay in the family room while he got it all ready. He brought over his Duck tales DVDs (they are a personal favorite of mine) and let me watch them while he cooked. Dinner was great and he even served it with coke from Mexico. I don't think he is helping my addiction at all. To top it off he took me to see Confessions of a Shopaholic. He is a gem of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs63taCRGI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wfzmf8T34DU/s1600-h/confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs63taCRGI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/wfzmf8T34DU/s320/confessions_of_a_shopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303897714914903138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also this past weekend my nephew who is 4, decided he wanted to spend the night. It was a lot of fun, but that is a completely different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope all of you had a very happy Valentines day too.&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/1218736207425968413-552649979607925298?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/552649979607925298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=552649979607925298' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/552649979607925298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/552649979607925298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SZs6ZWKnjLI/AAAAAAAAAz4/gu8ETL89TPM/s72-c/DSCN2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-5377728496984799243</id><published>2009-02-06T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:28:26.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You too can win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYy5d7YEAYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0duTrbqn4Zo/s1600-h/huey-duey-luey-duck-presents-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYy5d7YEAYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0duTrbqn4Zo/s320/huey-duey-luey-duck-presents-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299814785314193794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://andaubreyishername.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aubrey's&lt;/a&gt; blog. You can be a winner like me!&lt;br /&gt;The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry it will be fun and something useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the catch (there's always a catch)&lt;br /&gt;Well in this case its that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people. The first 5 people to do that will win a  super duper   prize from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-5377728496984799243?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/5377728496984799243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=5377728496984799243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5377728496984799243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/5377728496984799243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-too-can-win.html' title='You too can win'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYy5d7YEAYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0duTrbqn4Zo/s72-c/huey-duey-luey-duck-presents-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7132752152285726828</id><published>2009-02-02T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:21:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She said it best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYc5fH0XoMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oZry6XXy720/s1600-h/Miss_Piggy_In_Pink_165218.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYc5fH0XoMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oZry6XXy720/s400/Miss_Piggy_In_Pink_165218.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266693462106306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is grand but all I need is chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;~Miss Piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you Miss Piggy for sharing such wonderful words of wisdom for women of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With that being said I really really like being in love with Josh so can I please have both?&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/1218736207425968413-7132752152285726828?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7132752152285726828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7132752152285726828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7132752152285726828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7132752152285726828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-said-it-best.html' title='She said it best'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYc5fH0XoMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/oZry6XXy720/s72-c/Miss_Piggy_In_Pink_165218.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-6894327381439282260</id><published>2009-01-28T09:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:07:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence ...I think not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYCO6g2in4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/NH-HVn4TrVU/s1600-h/IMG00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYCO6g2in4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/NH-HVn4TrVU/s400/IMG00029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296390297689956226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry about the poor picture quality I blame my blackberry and going about&lt;br /&gt;80 on the freeway while taking a picture. Its amazing I didn't die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Does any one else think its fitting that UVU's slogan is ENGAGE? I pass this billboard every day on my way home, twice. They have 2 of the same billboard about a mile apart one on the right side one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something? I just can't figure it out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-6894327381439282260?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/6894327381439282260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=6894327381439282260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6894327381439282260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/6894327381439282260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/coincidence-i-think-not.html' title='Coincidence ...I think not!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SYCO6g2in4I/AAAAAAAAAyI/NH-HVn4TrVU/s72-c/IMG00029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3472670701832993997</id><published>2009-01-26T10:21:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:37:43.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's after admittance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SX31DWpvumI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qebKd6o0GLA/s1600-h/Cokecan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SX31DWpvumI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qebKd6o0GLA/s400/Cokecan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658174826658402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi my name is Stephanie, I am addicted to coke&lt;br /&gt;I have to have one everyday and on especially bad days which I now call "fountain coke days" I  have to go to the gas station close to my office. I have noticed that every day has become a "fountain coke day"&lt;br /&gt;I know this is bad for my health but I don't think I really want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SX4Ck1MwPqI/AAAAAAAAAyA/pddkSqmbIZo/s1600-h/pie2.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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SX4Ck1MwPqI/AAAAAAAAAyA/pddkSqmbIZo/s320/pie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295673043613400738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof of my addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Don't judge admittance is the first step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-3472670701832993997?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3472670701832993997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3472670701832993997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3472670701832993997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3472670701832993997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/help.html' title='What&apos;s after admittance?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SX31DWpvumI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qebKd6o0GLA/s72-c/Cokecan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-2049071435509645401</id><published>2009-01-22T09:15:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:33:46.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXidWpVMMdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MG2XW-ObIl0/s1600-h/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXidWpVMMdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MG2XW-ObIl0/s400/Picture+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154374351434194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She might kill me for putting this up. Its&lt;br /&gt;a risk I am willing to take because I think&lt;br /&gt;she looks beautiful even with out make-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The two little love birds (my sister and her now fiance Chris) got engaged last night. Congratulations I love you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-2049071435509645401?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/2049071435509645401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=2049071435509645401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2049071435509645401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/2049071435509645401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXidWpVMMdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MG2XW-ObIl0/s72-c/Picture+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-1117678213715724385</id><published>2009-01-20T15:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:31:28.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifekind.com/catalog/images/NewSheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.lifekind.com/catalog/images/NewSheets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling into bed with smooth legs and nice clean warm sheets straight from the dryer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-1117678213715724385?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/1117678213715724385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=1117678213715724385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1117678213715724385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/1117678213715724385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-thing.html' title='My favorite thing'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7088668282574594635</id><published>2009-01-19T09:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:47:07.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of the Inauguration</title><content type='html'>No matter who you voted for, this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65I0HNvTDH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65I0HNvTDH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just going to hope that he proves me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-7088668282574594635?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7088668282574594635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7088668282574594635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7088668282574594635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7088668282574594635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-honor-of-inaugauration.html' title='In honor of the Inauguration'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-7398156186421637046</id><published>2009-01-16T15:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:40:09.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXEIANv9qpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/frb3Sw3qXHw/s1600-h/IMG00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXEIANv9qpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/frb3Sw3qXHw/s320/IMG00018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292019836920900242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was going to do this earlier in the week but I haven't had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I flew into Phoenix and had dinner with my friend Jenna. We went to this place Oreganos. It was so good but our waiter was a little interesting, for example he stood on my side of the booth and fell into me, on purpose trying to be funny. It was really fun to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The on Friday I went to the hotel and worked for the rest of the weekend. My flight was at 3:45 on Saturday night and I didn't get in until 5:30 pm. I had tickets to the Jazz game that night but didn't have time to go home and change. I went and picked up Josh and rummaged through my luggage to find something to wear. We arrive just a little late. It was a blast. We definitely want to go again. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXEKoYPICWI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Jk3JWWonAfQ/s1600-h/IMGP4986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXEKoYPICWI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Jk3JWWonAfQ/s320/IMGP4986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022725953980770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday was my dads birthday so I went to his house. We had dinner cake and ice cream and played games. I started to feel a little sick. Later that night it hit. I was bombarded with the flu. I was in bed all day on Monday and have still been trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for your viewing pleasure... You know you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmDTSQtK20c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1218736207425968413-7398156186421637046?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/7398156186421637046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=7398156186421637046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7398156186421637046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/7398156186421637046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/recapy.html' title='Recapy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SXEIANv9qpI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/frb3Sw3qXHw/s72-c/IMG00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-8580049847243515263</id><published>2009-01-08T13:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:10:15.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am leaving on a Jet Plane</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/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SWZpBE4BVtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/q0FnCm4ZaDo/s1600-h/TN7427_in-a-jet-plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SWZpBE4BVtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/q0FnCm4ZaDo/s320/TN7427_in-a-jet-plane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289030279602722514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A jet plane...not the one I will be on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back on Saturday. I am going to Phoenix for work and thought that while I was down there I would spend some time with my friend Jenna. It should be a fun trip. Have a great weekend Ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SWZp6N7Z6rI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AQ6C2mgwubc/s1600-h/pointe_hilton_tapatio_cliffs_resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SWZp6N7Z6rI/AAAAAAAAAwI/AQ6C2mgwubc/s320/pointe_hilton_tapatio_cliffs_resort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289031261285378738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The resort we will be staying at&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/1218736207425968413-8580049847243515263?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/8580049847243515263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=8580049847243515263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8580049847243515263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/8580049847243515263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I am leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SWZpBE4BVtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/q0FnCm4ZaDo/s72-c/TN7427_in-a-jet-plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1218736207425968413.post-3269261185048283678</id><published>2009-01-02T21:49:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:24:45.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have been thinking of the word I want to focus on this year. After much thought I have finally made my decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;My word for the year 2009 is, drum-roll please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SV7u7j8I-zI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jQWIHKkL2UY/s1600-h/gratitude-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SV7u7j8I-zI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jQWIHKkL2UY/s400/gratitude-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286925719606721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"We can lift ourselves, and others as well, when we refuse to remain in the realm of negative thought and cultivate within our hearts an attitude of gratitude. If ingratitude be numbered among the serious sins, then gratitude takes its place among the noblest of virtues" (Thomas S. Monson, "An Attitude of Gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;," Ensign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, May 1992, 54).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where there is gratitude, there is humility, as opposed to pride" (Gordon B. Hinckley, " With All Thy Getting Get Understanding," Ensign, Aug 1988, 2-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel that as I focus on Gratitude I will be able to recognize the hand of my Father in Heaven more in my life and see all the many blessings he has given me. It's going to be a great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your word of the year?&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/1218736207425968413-3269261185048283678?l=stephieannie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/feeds/3269261185048283678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1218736207425968413&amp;postID=3269261185048283678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3269261185048283678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1218736207425968413/posts/default/3269261185048283678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieannie.blogspot.com/2009/01/word-of-year.html' title='Word of the year'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03157625784867951122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/S8U2_3C7mLI/AAAAAAAABW8/D92g7DR8c1c/S220/IMG_0083.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FlYkAYtAi7c/SV7u7j8I-zI/AAAAAAAAAv0/jQWIHKkL2UY/s72-c/gratitude-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
