<?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-7179124528267718638</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:32:07.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Rose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-4809447187554313860</id><published>2010-06-09T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:52:44.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I said I was going to be better at updating before I left, but I swear I have been working on it. This one just took a little longer to finish.&lt;br /&gt;So I have a hard time being serious when I'm writing this blog. Mostly because I tend to find that people like to read funny blogs more. I apologize that this one is going to be a little out of the ordinary for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the last few months I have had a quote by President Kimball on my mind. He said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that He meets our needs." &lt;/span&gt;I had this quote posted on my wall at school surrounded by pictures of my family and friends. I love each and every person that was up on that wall, and I realized that each one of them has played an important part in my life and had an impact on who I am today. I know some of them will probably never see this, but I just feel like I need to write this. So, here's to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom and Dad Walker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470549425284094674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLt9RGmtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/T_SK1U2tdxg/s320/Mom+%284%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I could never say enough about my parents. They are such a big part of who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad is my hero. The best word I can think of to describe him is wise. It seems to me that he is wise in every aspect of his life. He always knows just what to say to make things make sense to me. It doesn't matter what I ask him about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; he always has an answer. My dad has an intense love of the gospel. I love this about him. His whole life is centered around it and it impacts everything he does. I love to just watch my dad. I really hope I can marry someone like him someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom is my rock. She is the reason I am who I am. I wish I could be more like my mom. I don't know anyone who is more service oriented than my mom. And I don't know anyone who lives what they believe the way my mom does. And she is an amazing mom. She has talked me through a lot of hard thi&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ngs, and listened to me whine and vent, just because I needed it. She always knows how to make me feel better. On top of it all, she shows her love for everyone in everything she does.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel so lucky everyday that she is my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470549415015472834" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLtXA33sI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HiNmLlT6LrQ/s320/Matt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matt is my oldest brother. We were buddies when I was little. I remember always wanting to do things with him and be wherever he was, and despite our age gap, he always let me. Matt has an amazing sense of humor. He is hands down one of the funniest people I know. He can always get me to laugh. I love that we joke around a lot, but that when I need advice from him, he is right there ready to give it. And despite what life throws him, he always just keeps going and pushing forward. He is way stronger than he thinks. I can see it in him, it's always been there. Our family definitely lucked out getting him as the oldest. I sure love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BriAnne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 298px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470549408664009954" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLs_WkPOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/be5isdW6wlY/s320/Bri+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be like my sister Bri. While this may have caused some unnecessary hair and wardrobe trends, I definitely chose well in picking a role model. Bri is one of the strongest people I know. She has had more than her share of life's struggles, and yet, even when it hits it's hardest she still braves the storm. I can honestly say that now, more than ever, I wish I was more like her. I admire her so much. Yes, we've have our ups and downs over the years, but she has truly been the kind of sister every kid hopes for. I love that she will talk to me about anything, and always understands where I'm coming from. I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470549403781481378" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLstKew6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/Y3zj6ncA3ck/s320/Kyle+%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean this in the nicest way of course, but whenever I think about Kyle it makes me laugh. He tells the corniest jokes, but he always can make everyone laugh. Everyone always jokes that Kyle and I have a "special bond", but I really do appreciate him. He always gives a good perspective on life and is way funny about it at the same time. And even though he pretends he is way tough, he has a big heart. I'm grateful for a brother-in-law like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danny:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470548726285524354" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLFRS23YI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9zanr5NoFig/s320/Dan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can honestly say that I admire pretty much everything about my brother Dan. I kind of think of him as a silent warrior. When life hits hard, he doesn't flinch. I love talking to Dan. Being in Rexburg at the same time, we would have family dinners and gospel discussions all the time. I love to hear his gospel perspective. Dan just always seems so good to me. Everything he does he does with sincerity. I'm glad I have a brother like him that I can look up to. I love him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sissy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470548721425205906" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLE_MESpI/AAAAAAAAAw0/zcNYcKO3BOU/s320/Amanda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Sissy. There's so much to say (and for all of you wondering at home, her real name isn't Sissy. This has caused some confusion in the past). Sissy and I joke around and tease each other a lot, but I really do love her. She has helped me out with a lot since she joined the Walker clan. She was my laurel advisor way back when. I have always looked up to her. She is so strong. She is a good example of enduring well. I love just sitting and talking with her about life. She is just like another sister. I sure do love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470548712167057650" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLEcswKPI/AAAAAAAAAws/e9VusyqUKMg/s320/Joe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though he used to attack my Barbie house with his Ninja Turtles, my brother Joe and I started bonding when I was around 16. I can't remember what started it, but we've been pretty close ever since. Joe is an amazing brother, an amazing person all around really. He loves to help people, especially his family. If anyone of us needs anything, he is right there. He works so hard at everything he does. I admire that about him. I am so grateful that I have a brother like him. I love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 213px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470548707903568162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLEM0QeSI/AAAAAAAAAwk/T31QuM4VaNs/s320/Sarah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sarah and I were friends long before she married Joe. I remember having long discussions with her about life, and how grateful I was for that. Sarah came along in a time when I really needed a friend. We helped each other get through some weird, hard days. Even as we have moved on in our different paths in life, she has remained a good friend. Sarah is capable of so many things. Anything she puts her mind to she can succeed at. I've seen her do so many great things already. I'm so glad I have lucked out with sisters-in-law. I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wendy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470548701781449826" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLD2AoXGI/AAAAAAAAAwc/XikEkNsF-O4/s320/Wendy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wendy and I have had our up and down times in life, but I can honestly say I have always been grateful that she is my sister. I have always kind of felt like Wendy was watching out for me, when we were kids, teenagers, at college, and even now. She's always checking on me, just to see how things are. I love talking to Wendy about anything. She can make you feel better just by talking to her for a few minutes. She has always led by example in everything she does. And she always tries her hardest, no matter what the task is. Her motivation and excitement for things inspire me. I love Wendy a lot, and I'm so grateful for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470547748709620578" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tKMXimW2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/UTO1uaGx1m4/s320/David.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;David and I may have had a rocky start due to my intense sarcasm, but David learned to dish it right back, so I think were pretty okay now. :) David is such a good guy. He's one of those people that you meet and you instantly know that they are just good. A lot of things about David impress me. He works so hard and he would do anything for his family. He and Wendy used to talk to me about life all the time, even if I was just being ridiculous. I sass David a lot, but I really am so grateful to have him as my brother-in-law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 184px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470547746141621058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tKMN-Vy0I/AAAAAAAAAwM/2RsHw2IYNBA/s320/Kim+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Kimsy. I really don't even know where to start. Kim and I have a special relationship. Not special in a bad way, special in a more than sisters way. Kim has been my best friend for a long time. I really don't know what I'd do without her. If I turned out exactly like her, I would be happy. Kim is a do-er. Once she figures out what she is supposed to do, she goes right at it. And the gospel is so central in everything she does. I love to talk to her about the gospel, because she always helps me understand better and gives insight into things in a way that I admire so much. She is my role model. We have blast doing everything, even things other people think are silly. I love her a lot. Heavenly Father definitely blessed me with her.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Katie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470547729805264274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tKLRHcxZI/AAAAAAAAAv8/EgZHiImV_EE/s320/Katie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Katie is my only younger sibling. From day one she had this family whipped. When she was younger she always could get any one of us to smile, even when we were mad. Katie has an intense desire to do good. I love that about her. She will do anything that she knows is right. Katie also is an amazing artist. I really admire this about her, especially since I have no artistic skill. She really knows how to create something beautiful. Being the two youngest, Katie and I have had a lot of bonding time. She's such a good kid and I'm so grateful for a little sister like her. I love that kid to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma Dalrymple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470546584743730034" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tJInbgW3I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Y9Lbp8nemRk/s320/Grandma+D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Granny (sometimes known as Old Lady). I love my grandma so much. I hope I'm a grandma like her. I can think back for years and years and remember all these amazing things that my grandma has done with me and for me. She does them for everyone. She is really good at quietly serving. She is a total genealogy star. I mean that. I can't even tell you how much I admire how much she does with genealogy. I wish I had her patience. I just love everything about my grandma. I love visiting her and talking to her and just being with her. She has had a lot happen in her life, but she never stops. She is so amazing. I really hope that someday my kids get to know her like I do. I absolutely love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma Swallow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470547723954404690" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tKK7UfvVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/HcnRe0sRGvM/s320/DSCN0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Grandma Swallow (don't tell her I put her picture on here). Whenever I think about my grandma, I remember all the times I spent at her house growing up. It seems like we were there all the time. Anytime I think about it makes me smile. I love that my grandma can compliment people. If she has something nice to say about you, she tells you straight out. She loves her family more than anything. She looks forward to any second she gets to spend with us. And she is always concerned about everyone. She truly is remarkable. I love her so very much.&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Favorite Kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470547736410870018" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tKLpuWUQI/AAAAAAAAAwE/BbodQePdcQc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each one of these beautiful babies has touched my life in a different way. I have always loved kids, but not the way that I love these kids. There's nothing better than seeing one of them, having them smile, give you a hug, and act like it's the best day of their life. I love that they pretty much all say Emmy and that they follow me around all the time. Being and aunt is one of the greatest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470546578086359970" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tJIOoQ86I/AAAAAAAAAvk/yjkarIaimSo/s320/Holli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talk about somebody changing your life. I met Holli two years ago, but I feel like I've known her forever. I really can't remember when we weren't friends. Her friendship and example have carried me far. A huge reason I am where I am today is because of her. I admire her and respect her so much. She lives what she knows, no matter how hard. She has a kindness about her that I wish I could emulate. Her happy disposition radiates to everyone. I am so grateful for the best friend that I have found in her. I know without a doubt that she would be there for me in a heartbeat. Our friendship is something I could never replace. I love her to death.&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robyn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470546567165747522" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tJHl8loUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/C27oViQQvKY/s320/Robyn+%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robyn was my first ever roommate at BYU-Idaho. We just clicked and became friends fast. Robyn was the first person that got me thinking about going on a mission. Her love of the gospel is something I will remember forever. Her example has been a strength to me always. Robyn and I used to do everything together, cook, go to the store, sing while doing dishes, go to the temple, I could go on and on. She's one of those people you can do everything with and never be tired of it. I love that girl so much and the friendship that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amber Dawn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px; display: block; height: 307px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470546558789812834" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tJHGvnAmI/AAAAAAAAAvU/dFipPwobEVY/s320/Amber+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being terrified of her when I first met her, Amber has become one of my best friends. I just love everything about her. I love the fact that we can do pretty much anything together (including homework) and have a blast. I also love that I can be myself around her, because she always loves me no matter what. Amber and I have had many long conversations about life, and I am just so proud of her. I have watched her change so much over the last year. Everything about her inspires me to be better. She is one of those friends that you know you will have forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cami:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470546556678775378" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tJG-4TIlI/AAAAAAAAAvM/pHVfFwdrGe8/s320/Cami+%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if I can possibly say enough about this girl. She has been my saving grace so many times. There were days I would have never made it through if it weren't for her being right there reminding me that she loved me and that I could do it. Cami is one of those people that you instantly love. She has a way of making people feel important. She is so strong, so brave, and so good. I am constantly astounded by her. She's one of those people that knows what's important and won't compromise it for anything. I see so much greatness in her. I am always grateful that I have her in my life. I love her with my whole heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michelle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 271px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470545004479770610" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tHsofN7_I/AAAAAAAAAvE/eHOVyBuUJDY/s320/Michelle+%282%29.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michelle is a light in my life, the kind that is always there, that you can always turn to.  I can't even tell you how much I value our friendship. She has taught me a lot about life, about enduring happily, having faith in people, and faith in myself. She is always there for me when I need a friend. There are a lot of ways I wish I was more like her.  Everything she does radiates her goodness. Her love for the gospel, and her desire to live it, have always impressed me. I truly believe that she is going to do so many great things in this world, she already has. I just love her so much. She really is a blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;p  align="center" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Janae:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470544997049223650" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tHsMzoyeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/KnaLBeBF4l8/s320/Janae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Janae and I were roommates when she was a new freshman at BYU-I. From day one I was pretty much convinced that she is the funniest person ever. I can't even have a conversation with her without laughing. I love that about her, she can get anyone to laugh. Janae also has an intense love for people. I admire this so much about her. She always puts everyone's happiness before her own. She would do just about anything for anyone if she knew it would make them smile, even if it was only for a second. She has always been such a good friend and always supported me in everything I do. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sara Mason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470544981452945746" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tHrStMeVI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZuvFn4kYmRM/s320/Sara+Mason.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Guest/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;Sara Mason was my neighbor my very first semester, but she became much more than a neighbor. Sara Mason truly amazes me in everything she does. She helped me get through a really rough semester, just by being her. We did a lot of stuff together that summer. Anything is a blast if you do it with her, trust me. She has always been there for me. She can always make me smile. She is just an all around amazing person and I love love love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisa Barnes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/_ouhg55CDTX4/TA8zX_WQY2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/qN3LiXA1xX4/s1600/22442_252095459811_507839811_3085313_5885429_n.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/TA8zX_WQY2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/qN3LiXA1xX4/s320/22442_252095459811_507839811_3085313_5885429_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480655758767973218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Every time I do something with Lisa I just love her even more. She just makes life fun. I love that she isn't afraid to be herself. And she knows what's important in life. The more time I spend with her the more impressed I am by her. She's been a good friend always. And she recently drove all the way to Washington just to see me. Talk about making someone feel important and loved. It was so great to spend some extra time with her. She truly is amazing and I really do love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Katie James:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 258px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470544976107672370" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tHq-yyEzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ferEDwDbmHE/s320/Katie+James2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Katie James, I smile just thinking about her. She has so many great qualities. She is one of the nicest people I know. She does things for people because she sincerely wants to. I have hardly ever seen her not smiling. She is just so happy about life. We were each others "go-to" for a long time. I love just seeing her and talking to her, and I love her hugs. They could always make my day better. I love her so much. She has always been a great friend to me and I will be forever grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sister Sheets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470561983240237938" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tXI7TKc3I/AAAAAAAAAxk/JiQThyAFItI/s320/Young+Womanhood+Recognition+%289%29+-+Sister+Flexhaug,+Mom,+Me+and+Sister+Sheets.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although I am technically old now, I still can't call Sister Sheets by her first name. :) Sister Sheets was my last Young Women's president before I graduated. She was definitely an angel in my life then, and still is. She has a way of letting you know that she appreciates you for who you are. She always cared about what happened to me, and she treated me like I was the most important person in the world. I admire her so much. I hope as can be as strong and courageous as her someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I love her and I really am so grateful for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry this is so long. I hope you didn't feel pressured to read the whole thing. I guess I just needed to write it. I am always so amazed at how aware of us Heavenly Father is. He truly does know what is best for us and He always watches out for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: If some of this doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. It's late and I can't think anymore.&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/7179124528267718638-4809447187554313860?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/4809447187554313860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=4809447187554313860' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4809447187554313860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4809447187554313860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2010/05/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-tLt9RGmtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/T_SK1U2tdxg/s72-c/Mom+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-90623295533260324</id><published>2010-05-19T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:57:50.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You look like a baby cow!"</title><content type='html'>I spent the last five days of my life at my sister Bri's house. If you knew Bri's three children you would understand what an adventurous time I had. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures, but I was priveleged to be a part of many joyous conversations, and I heard more about poop then I ever wanted to. So you can experience in my joy, I'm just going to tell you a few conversations that occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Hunter and Bri&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: You look like a conk! (or some other unintelligble word that wasn't real, he's in a phase)&lt;br /&gt;Bri: You look like a caca.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter (matter of factly, with a perfectly straight face): You look like a baby cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Tanner and Bri&lt;br /&gt;*Tanner walks into the living room, careful not to make any eye contact with anyone*&lt;br /&gt;Bri: Go back in the play room.&lt;br /&gt;Tanner: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Bri: What?&lt;br /&gt;Tanner: No! (still no eye contact) I pooped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Bri, Kyle, Hunter and Tanner&lt;br /&gt;*Sitting at the dinner table*&lt;br /&gt;Bri: Tanner finish eating.&lt;br /&gt;Tanner: I'm full.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: You can't be full you didn't eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Yes he can! Look how big his belly is!&lt;br /&gt;*Tanner proceeds to lift up his shirt and show everyone his stomach.*&lt;br /&gt;Tanner (in his deep voice): See, look at my big belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Hunter and Me (a repeated conversation)&lt;br /&gt;*Hunter looking at me in disgust*&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Is that as big as you're gonna get?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Your little like my mom. My dad is huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. Hunter and Me&lt;br /&gt;*Sitting outside the post office waiting for Bri*&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Do dads go in the post office?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: My dad never does. Mom always goes in. I bet dads only go in if moms are sick.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah? That makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Do old dads go in there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Definitely yes.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Well, my dad is old, but he never does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6.  Hunter and anyone who would listen&lt;br /&gt;Hunter (totally serious): I farted...and it's gonna stink up this whole place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there were more, but they are escaping my mind at this time. If I think of them I might post them. It was pretty much out of control the whole time, but it was a blast. I found out that Haylee and I are besties. She also has a great love for cheese and we both have the same hair. I love that little girl. Anytime she sees me she smiles and she's always giving me hugs. And my boys were so excited to play with me. All in all it was a lot of fun. Minus the flu, but what can you do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-90623295533260324?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/90623295533260324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=90623295533260324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/90623295533260324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/90623295533260324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-look-like-baby-cow.html' title='&quot;You look like a baby cow!&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-9027245242762239699</id><published>2010-05-04T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:53:10.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month Full of Craziness</title><content type='html'>Well dear friends, April has come and gone and I didn't say a word about it. This could be due to the fact that I am obviously not a devoted blogger. However, I am going to try to be really good at it for the next six weeks until I leave. If I fail, well, it's not like you'll be totally surprised. Sorry this is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, April...what an adventure. The first week and a half was occupied with finishing up my last semester at BYU-Idaho until I return from my mission. To say it was hectic would be an understatement, but I managed to pull off some surprisingly good grades and now I am school free for a while. Being that blogging slacker is not a new career of mine, and I only posted twice during the last semester, here's a few photos to document the great adventures that occurred. Okay maybe a couple more than a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6lDWt4xI/AAAAAAAAAuY/6t0cLLaD80c/s1600/Kim%27s+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467434355857941266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6lDWt4xI/AAAAAAAAAuY/6t0cLLaD80c/s320/Kim%27s+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's all of my roommates. Crystel, Cami, Janae, Me, Kim and Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6kiZFEZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RKT3rrwpiKI/s1600/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467434347009479058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6kiZFEZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RKT3rrwpiKI/s320/DSC01002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when I went to visit Katie James. A much needed visit I might add. I miss that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6jgkr-RI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NEc2hS_ac4Y/s1600/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467434329341425938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6jgkr-RI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NEc2hS_ac4Y/s320/DSC01001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Kim, Me and Janae at Broadway Revue or something like that. It was pretty much a bestest bond. Even though now that I look at it, I kinda look like a weirdy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6jAiOI-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/SLTgU3vZm0g/s1600/103_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467434320741147618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6jAiOI-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/SLTgU3vZm0g/s320/103_0110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cami insisted that she could play airplane with me. Obviously I did not believe her because what sane person tells a 21 year old they can play airplane with them, but after much coaxing I told her I would do it. This is what resulted. I should believe her more often, but I probably won't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5f54LvVI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VAbWGx2dWiI/s1600/103_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467433167902981458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5f54LvVI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VAbWGx2dWiI/s320/103_0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Me, Kim, and Cami having a bond on Cami's bed. This was a little adventurous as it is hard to fit three grown people on a twin bed, especially one that is elevated on cinder blocks. Let's just say we acted like we were going to push Cami off a few times...that's what she gets for taking the outside. I assure you that no harm was meant to Kim in this photo, I just had to reach Cami....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5fEAVciI/AAAAAAAAAtw/v967KaJ17RI/s1600/103_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467433153441657378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5fEAVciI/AAAAAAAAAtw/v967KaJ17RI/s320/103_0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See here's us being nice. We can do that sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5en-iibI/AAAAAAAAAto/zUnFJ2URT0U/s1600/103_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467433145917934002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5en-iibI/AAAAAAAAAto/zUnFJ2URT0U/s320/103_0072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look, Cami and I have matching vests!! I made her wear it to school on the same day as me. It also happened to be the same day that we have a class together. It may look like I'm glaring in this photo, but it is not because I was mad, that's just my natural face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5eJaeEmI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cvbE8aQ0x9g/s1600/25103_361852725666_708075666_4125140_7604072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467433137713582690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5eJaeEmI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cvbE8aQ0x9g/s320/25103_361852725666_708075666_4125140_7604072_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's Amber Dawn. I don't know why we don't have a ton of pictures from the semester, but this one warms my heart. Mostly because of Amber's ponytail. Long story, but I love it. I also love her. She's a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so the day after I returned to my home home I turned 21. What a joy. All of these pictures are kind of out of order, but I'm too lazy to fix them. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5dn5vngI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6B0Ra_b1y1A/s1600/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467433128717950466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A5dn5vngI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6B0Ra_b1y1A/s320/DSC00130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This would be a picture of my nephews sassing me about my birthday dessert. I don't really remember what they were saying, but from the look on Bri's face I'm guessing it was humorous. I would also like to note that while the rest of us are getting ready to eat dessert, poor Haylee and Evan are eating peas and carrots....poor deprived children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4mcP5wdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hgHHDsxg2Rc/s1600/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467432180696859090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4mcP5wdI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/hgHHDsxg2Rc/s320/DSC00120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's me and my best friend Haylee playing the piano on my birthday. That kid is going to be a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4mMSGyTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/UdMCCfn9Ras/s1600/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467432176411134258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4mMSGyTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/UdMCCfn9Ras/s320/DSC00121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though I look somewhat stoned in this picture, I'm sure I was happy about my birthday. This picture, along with the next two, should explain how this present opening time went. So first, here I am peacefully sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4lun1lGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/wlS45a_ZUmE/s1600/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467432168449217634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4lun1lGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/wlS45a_ZUmE/s320/DSC00127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then come the children, ready to attack. (I would like to note that all of these kids were somewhat disinterested in my birthday up until this point. Apparently missionary stuff is boring. But then came the goodies, and my birthday was suddenly the greatest ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4lFFIQOI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vWEOsNreQnc/s1600/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467432157297787106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4lFFIQOI/AAAAAAAAAs4/vWEOsNreQnc/s320/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is what their parents do, stare at me with disinterest and no intention saving me from their attack children. That is why birthdays in the Walker house are so great and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4ktqDq0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/iGtBSBk-yyY/s1600/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467432151010224962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A4ktqDq0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/iGtBSBk-yyY/s320/DSC00129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday pie. Once again I appear that I may be on drugs. Not my fault. This pie is amazing by the way. My mom is a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A3fZFWBkI/AAAAAAAAAso/-Ty4Gu-0kpo/s1600/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430960076555842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A3fZFWBkI/AAAAAAAAAso/-Ty4Gu-0kpo/s320/DSC00140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I included this because it appears that I am having a deep conversation about life with my dessert. How many people do you know that can pull that one off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all my birthday was good, mostly because the whole family was there (besides Matt, but it wasn't his fault. If I would have thought of it sooner I would have carried a picture of him around with me all day). Anyway, I'm not much of a birthday fan anymore, but all that aside, it was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my memory is sort of failing me, but sometime around this time I had a touching conversation with my Hunter. Now while they were here Hunter was constantly following me around and wanting to be picked up. Probably because we are also best friends. But then one day as I am sitting innocently on the couch he looks at me and says "Em, is that as big as you are?" I was puzzled so I asked what he was talking about. He repeated, "Is that as big as you are?" I looked at Kim and we smiled, "Do you mean is this as big as I'm gonna get?" He nodded, "Yeah, not big like daddy." I had to laugh. Even children know that I'm a total shorty. I informed him that I wasn't going to get any taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the week my family was here we embarked on all kinds of adventures. I would have picture documentation of this, but Bri is hiding them somewhere and I can't find them. Sorry to disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, so I got to go through the temple on April 17th. Totally amazing and pretty much a perfect day (even though my sisters and grandma got to the session with one minute to spare. Any later and they would have missed it. Silly kids). Anyway, there is nothing like it. What a blessing it is that we have temples. Here are some photos from the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430953317896322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A3e_59EII/AAAAAAAAAsg/JJsbJ8pJ4Ig/s320/DSC00162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is me in front of the Seattle Temple. I can't figure out why I look like a weirdy in all of my pictures lately, but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430938024467186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A3eG7t2vI/AAAAAAAAAsY/IGakGQ1HjG0/s320/DSC00159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Granny D. I may or may not be blinking in this photo. Just pretend I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467430921513599618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A3dJbOAoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/al3bps82dN8/s320/DSC00164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mama and her girls. I pretty love this picture with my whole heart! I assure you I had a picture with my parents too, but somehwere in the moving around of everything in this blog it got lost. If I put it in now it'll mess up the whole thing. But I love them, I really do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the day that all my family headed home I went in to get my wisdom teeth taken out. Can I just say that I hate when all the doctors act like you are their best friend, because you know like five seconds after you are knocked out they are going to be ripping your teeth out of your face and that doesn't really seem too friendly to me. Anyway, totally creepy because I could hear them walking around and machines beeping for the first couple minutes. But I passed out all the way, which was lucky. Now, I had surgery back in October and after I woke up after that I knew exactly where I was and what was going on. After this I was so confused and I couldn't figure out for the life of me what happened. That was until I realized my mouth was full of gauze (which is really gross for anyone who cares). Anyway, it all went smoothly I suppose and I recovered just fine. And there were only a few mishaps while on drugs. For example, my dear Amber sent me a text minutes after I returned home. I was awake, and thinking that I was in my right mind, and so I was texting her back. Well, apparently I wasn't. She talked to me about it later and informed me that I was talking crazy and not making any sense. Oops....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the month after that is kind of a blur. A lot of time was spent hanging out with Joe, Sarah and Kennady. And a lot a lot of time has been spent packing and shopping getting ready to head on my mission. It's crazy how much there is to do. I leave in just six weeks. Which seems so far and so close at the same time. It's crazy to think I'll be a missionary soon, but even so, here I go!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-9027245242762239699?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/9027245242762239699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=9027245242762239699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/9027245242762239699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/9027245242762239699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2010/05/month-full-of-craziness.html' title='A Month Full of Craziness'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S-A6lDWt4xI/AAAAAAAAAuY/6t0cLLaD80c/s72-c/Kim%27s+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-7209995710477887037</id><published>2010-03-15T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:00:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I assume that everyone that reads this already knows that my mission call came, but just in case, I have been called to serve in the Cape Verde Praia Mission off the coast of Africa. The mission is made up of ten islands, nine of which are inhabited. I will be speaking Portuguese and I report to the MTC on June 16th. This here post is mostly for my mama so she can see me since she is in Washington and I am in Idaho. They are really out of order, but I'll just tell you what 's going on in each one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S56395ceKUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ewQhUVdjyIY/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S56395ceKUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ewQhUVdjyIY/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994873185020226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This here is my mission call, signed my President Monson himself. That kinds of makes us best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S5639WEEESI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dE_sVuC_c28/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S5639WEEESI/AAAAAAAAAr0/dE_sVuC_c28/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994863687405858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me getting ready to use a table knife to open my mission call. When it came down to it the knife didn't really work so I discarded it. What a worthless piece of metal. However, it did work good for threats beforehand. Some people like to sass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S56387P5mEI/AAAAAAAAArs/qVMTeKwE-Fk/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S56387P5mEI/AAAAAAAAArs/qVMTeKwE-Fk/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994856489293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me holding my call before I opened it at Dan and Sissy's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563YgAUXaI/AAAAAAAAArk/M7Q8Baws2I0/s1600-h/26379_1342906366216_1037916932_31035372_4194055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563YgAUXaI/AAAAAAAAArk/M7Q8Baws2I0/s320/26379_1342906366216_1037916932_31035372_4194055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994230700891554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These girls were a little bit excited and had been forced to contain it until I was done talking to my mama. This is the result of making them sit still for too long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563YF-9JSI/AAAAAAAAArc/W6fqn8Icu2M/s1600-h/26379_1342906326215_1037916932_31035371_372465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563YF-9JSI/AAAAAAAAArc/W6fqn8Icu2M/s320/26379_1342906326215_1037916932_31035371_372465_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994223715853602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same in this one. Here's Caryssa (my old roommate), Amber (current roommate), Me, Kim and Cami (who you can't even see because she is smashed in the middle, but that little speck of teal-ish blue is her sweater and those are her hands below Kim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563XrNE4qI/AAAAAAAAArU/Ghdez9gaj7Y/s1600-h/26379_1342906126210_1037916932_31035366_899251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563XrNE4qI/AAAAAAAAArU/Ghdez9gaj7Y/s320/26379_1342906126210_1037916932_31035366_899251_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994216527323810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my friends talking to my family after I opened my call. They really were good sports about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563XUeKrzI/AAAAAAAAArM/lRhXE81uiCM/s1600-h/26379_1342906086209_1037916932_31035365_3926037_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563XUeKrzI/AAAAAAAAArM/lRhXE81uiCM/s320/26379_1342906086209_1037916932_31035365_3926037_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994210424991538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me reading my call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563W_X-6YI/AAAAAAAAArE/ExVAhTFdmTI/s1600-h/26379_1342906006207_1037916932_31035363_7701717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S563W_X-6YI/AAAAAAAAArE/ExVAhTFdmTI/s320/26379_1342906006207_1037916932_31035363_7701717_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448994204761909634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish this one wasn't so blurry because this is the face I made when I first read it because I didn't know where Cape Verde was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S562ypNYkLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EN-1nd3A2L8/s1600-h/26379_1342905966206_1037916932_31035362_4990847_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S562ypNYkLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/EN-1nd3A2L8/s320/26379_1342905966206_1037916932_31035362_4990847_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448993580336582834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me reading my call again. Those phones on my lap are Wendy, Bri, Matt and Michelle. Don't know that it worked too well, but I think they finally heard me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S562xxagkvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/vXSPAcU-90E/s1600-h/26379_1342905926205_1037916932_31035361_624611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S562xxagkvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/vXSPAcU-90E/s320/26379_1342905926205_1037916932_31035361_624611_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448993565359248114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am tearing it open. How suspenseful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S562w4L2lMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/h6pKz7dR-tY/s1600-h/26379_1342905766201_1037916932_31035357_549067_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S562w4L2lMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/h6pKz7dR-tY/s320/26379_1342905766201_1037916932_31035357_549067_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448993549996954818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm kind of happy this one popped up last. If that's not an excited missionary, I don't know what is. There is a true Emily rose smile right there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So initially I was shocked about all of this. I never in a million years would have guessed Africa, but I know without a doubt this is where Heavenly Father wants me to go. And really, I couldn't be more excited. Here I am a girl from small town Washington going to islands off the coast of Africa to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ for 18 months. I can't think of a greater privilege. I know my Heavenly Father has faith in me and that gives me faith in myself. I love the gospel and my love for it continues to grow as I keep learning. I am so grateful for my loving Heavenly Father who knows exactly what I need and for my Savior Jesus Christ, for His sacrifice and for His love. I am so excited to serve and be able to teach people of Their love. What greater joy is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-7209995710477887037?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/7209995710477887037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=7209995710477887037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7209995710477887037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7209995710477887037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2010/03/mission-call.html' title='Mission Call'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S56395ceKUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ewQhUVdjyIY/s72-c/IMG_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-4860127728491741534</id><published>2010-02-04T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:17:07.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I pretty much am way behind on my blog so I figured I'd just post some pictures of recent events with a short commentary and that will just do. That way I can just start from now. So here goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-ZHM0FFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PtDJSqMRtZ4/s1600-h/22442_252095459811_507839811_3085313_5885429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-ZHM0FFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PtDJSqMRtZ4/s320/22442_252095459811_507839811_3085313_5885429_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434928188968146002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's me and Lisa Barnes. This is actually from last semester, but I just like her a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-Y_1BCAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8tibgjk-NRQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-Y_1BCAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8tibgjk-NRQ/s320/noname.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434928186989283330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This here picture was taken by Amber. Cami and I were sitting on the couch when Cami decided that she wanted to take a nap and so she laid down. Then I got tired too so we both took a nap. And then Amber was naughty and took this... Practically ridiculous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-Ys7P7OI/AAAAAAAAAqE/AtCkx-e4OhA/s1600-h/19542_304546078711_782943711_4759392_5423611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-Ys7P7OI/AAAAAAAAAqE/AtCkx-e4OhA/s320/19542_304546078711_782943711_4759392_5423611_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434928181915151586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was holding this picture so Cami could hang it up and everyone started taking pictures of me. Kudos to Cami for my hair. She made it so I didn't look crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-YZlsmHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/vxEf3w01rzQ/s1600-h/19542_304546273711_782943711_4759410_8286099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-YZlsmHI/AAAAAAAAAp8/vxEf3w01rzQ/s320/19542_304546273711_782943711_4759410_8286099_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434928176724482162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So a couple weekends ago we went to visit Michelle Anne Yeates. Can I just say that I love that girl a lot. Sometimes I don't think you know how much you'll miss someone until they aren't around anymore. Anyway, it was so good to see her. I'm so glad we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-BD5SsPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FfnWipvrcqs/s1600-h/19542_304546303711_782943711_4759412_5619664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-BD5SsPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/FfnWipvrcqs/s320/19542_304546303711_782943711_4759412_5619664_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434927775764099314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me with Michelle's little brother Spencer. Notice that he is practically taller than me. Yeah, he's ten. Don't worry this isn't embarrassing to my life or anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-A7KhKQI/AAAAAAAAAps/wnGan69HViE/s1600-h/19542_304546268711_782943711_4759409_4955941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-A7KhKQI/AAAAAAAAAps/wnGan69HViE/s320/19542_304546268711_782943711_4759409_4955941_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434927773420431618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the four of us. Cami, Janae, Michelle and Me. This is actually a really ugly picture, but sometimes Michelle will never give you pictures and so you have to make do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-AstCHZI/AAAAAAAAApk/97k59HVhRuA/s1600-h/Kim%27s+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-AstCHZI/AAAAAAAAApk/97k59HVhRuA/s320/Kim%27s+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434927769538665874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and my favorite Cami at Wendy and David's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-AO18RvI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ulh6eQr-H4o/s1600-h/Kim%27s+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-AO18RvI/AAAAAAAAApc/Ulh6eQr-H4o/s320/Kim%27s+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434927761522968306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our hand holding bond. I used to think this was weird. Then I got yelled at for thinking it was weird. But then I still thought it was weird. Those two love to hold hands. In case I didn't already say this, I think it's weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y9_is5JaI/AAAAAAAAApU/8IRfJqAQes0/s1600-h/IMGP6695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y9_is5JaI/AAAAAAAAApU/8IRfJqAQes0/s320/IMGP6695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434927749673854370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's all of us fam that were there. Notice that Ev and I are having a bond. I really like that kid. We're pretty much besties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8iKCqZeI/AAAAAAAAApM/fYwPzjG8kw8/s1600-h/19542_304546143711_782943711_4759396_1037862_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8iKCqZeI/AAAAAAAAApM/fYwPzjG8kw8/s320/19542_304546143711_782943711_4759396_1037862_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434926145326441954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and Cami in the car on the way there. She was trying to watch the road. That was probably a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hzxjdDI/AAAAAAAAApE/RZKstXLNeTY/s1600-h/19542_304546193711_782943711_4759401_2026162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hzxjdDI/AAAAAAAAApE/RZKstXLNeTY/s320/19542_304546193711_782943711_4759401_2026162_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434926139349103666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's us bonding with Kim's pals. In the front is Tom, Cami, Leslie and Dallin. Then in the middle is Janae, Me, Kim and Michelle. Tim and Matt are up top. I can't remember why we're all glaring, but apparently Dal didn't get the message...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hta-k8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/qO_lXf5EIjg/s1600-h/19542_304546183711_782943711_4759400_3018669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hta-k8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/qO_lXf5EIjg/s320/19542_304546183711_782943711_4759400_3018669_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434926137643799490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh here we are smiling! And Dal struggling again. He probably didn't go to 3rd grade social skills. It was a pretty great bond with everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hVR8tPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/j6xUODgeC9s/s1600-h/21063_1295746187241_1037916932_30913112_3443368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hVR8tPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/j6xUODgeC9s/s320/21063_1295746187241_1037916932_30913112_3443368_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434926131163477234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and Kim. She saw these black glasses and decided to put them on so we could be twinners. Aren't we cute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hBjUC-I/AAAAAAAAAos/V266UuIEj0w/s1600-h/21063_1295745907234_1037916932_30913106_4026367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y8hBjUC-I/AAAAAAAAAos/V266UuIEj0w/s320/21063_1295745907234_1037916932_30913106_4026367_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434926125867600866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's all of us roomies bonding while Janae gets her ears pierced. I hope you can guess who everyone is because it will be so hard to properly name everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5WhxANGI/AAAAAAAAAok/-w_ebb1nJ1M/s1600-h/18447_250171920666_708075666_3768533_7339141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5WhxANGI/AAAAAAAAAok/-w_ebb1nJ1M/s320/18447_250171920666_708075666_3768533_7339141_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434922647001511010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my new band. We're pretty famous. I'm not even kidding. If you want to hear a great band, call us up. We take requests and everything. True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5WSjhhLI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jchB9pF_qDc/s1600-h/19547_283001715666_708075666_3890478_6061424_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5WSjhhLI/AAAAAAAAAoc/jchB9pF_qDc/s320/19547_283001715666_708075666_3890478_6061424_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434922642918442162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the other night we just randomly took pictures in my room. Most of us me, Amber and Crystel. Kim is in on a couple. I have no words for this one. I don't really know what I'm doing in any of these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5WBmmN6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Z07OAGl7cTQ/s1600-h/19547_283001705666_708075666_3890476_5491541_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5WBmmN6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Z07OAGl7cTQ/s320/19547_283001705666_708075666_3890476_5491541_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434922638367930274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5V0Zo-RI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tXo6YKqVx8A/s1600-h/19547_283001645666_708075666_3890470_613758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5V0Zo-RI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tXo6YKqVx8A/s320/19547_283001645666_708075666_3890470_613758_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434922634823923986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how excited we are... what a touching bond...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5VjReVNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/W4KXRPXmeU0/s1600-h/19547_283001610666_708075666_3890466_4737955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y5VjReVNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/W4KXRPXmeU0/s320/19547_283001610666_708075666_3890466_4737955_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434922630226269394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I can be normal. See that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, now my blog life can resume to normal. I might update soon. Don't get your hopes up though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-4860127728491741534?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/4860127728491741534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=4860127728491741534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4860127728491741534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4860127728491741534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2010/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/S2y-ZHM0FFI/AAAAAAAAAqU/PtDJSqMRtZ4/s72-c/22442_252095459811_507839811_3085313_5885429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-2172645240919910315</id><published>2009-12-01T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:47:09.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Time!</title><content type='html'>So I'm at home now which is pretty much so real and so great AND my entire family was here for Thanksgiving weekend. It was pretty magical. I don't really have any great stories to tell, but I do have lots of pictures. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuKn8lSKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/yD9XXkOJM0A/s1600-h/P1030506.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuKn8lSKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/yD9XXkOJM0A/s320/P1030506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492393644705954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This kid is pretty much my hero. She has the best smile and the best laugh. We totally bonded and now we're like best friends. Mostly because she thinks I'm funny and I appreciate that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuKAOvhZI/AAAAAAAAAno/KcLk2n86avk/s1600-h/P1030488.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuKAOvhZI/AAAAAAAAAno/KcLk2n86avk/s320/P1030488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492382983456146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Bri-en. I had to include this picture because it's pretty much her best photo...Right Bri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuJ2bpPVI/AAAAAAAAAng/MAuaf_PoTtQ/s1600-h/P1030484.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuJ2bpPVI/AAAAAAAAAng/MAuaf_PoTtQ/s320/P1030484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492380353215826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at the beginning of the weekend. I don't think she knew quite what to think of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuJUCW65I/AAAAAAAAAnY/_GSNjZVUe0w/s1600-h/P1030452.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuJUCW65I/AAAAAAAAAnY/_GSNjZVUe0w/s320/P1030452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410492371120352146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Me, Kim, Katie and Wendy ripping bread so my mom could make stuffing. This is a tradition of ours. However, some people were trying to mess it up by ripping pieces that were too big....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtMNAfhKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aAqgW78Tkac/s1600-h/DSCF5337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtMNAfhKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aAqgW78Tkac/s320/DSCF5337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491321261458594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's us besties again. We had quite a bit of bonding time, which including me trying to put her pants back on after I changed her diaper and her crawling away. It actually got to the point where they were inside out hanging from her ankles. I learned my lesson after that and held her to put her pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtLxm17cI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hOWvpwv2QKA/s1600-h/IMGP6403.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtLxm17cI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hOWvpwv2QKA/s320/IMGP6403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491313906118082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunter was using Wendy's camera and taking pictures of everything in sight. Looks like he found me... good thing I like that kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtLbVrQiI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lZzXabKbKao/s1600-h/IMGP6356.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtLbVrQiI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lZzXabKbKao/s320/IMGP6356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491307928535586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wen and me having a total bond. We were both sitting in mom's chair. Not really that comfy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtK4JRfcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/64zlrphJqEA/s1600-h/IMGP6353.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/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtK4JRfcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/64zlrphJqEA/s320/IMGP6353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491298481274306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These crazy boys are a riot. Don't even ask me what Tanner is doing. I also appreciate his dirty face. They may look innocent, but don't fall for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtKdI-xWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/g6LMN6KcBcY/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXtKdI-xWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/g6LMN6KcBcY/s320/DSC00819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410491291232290146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's me playing guitar with Tanner and Evan. They were so fascinated by it. They just stood there strumming forever. Boy I love those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all in all Thanksgiving was pretty fantastic. And now I'm just home keeping busy until I go back to school in January. I do miss everyone in Rexburg a lot, but there is no doubt in my mind that this is where I need to be. I'll try to have some amazing adventures soon so I can have something great to write about. Peace out kids.&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/7179124528267718638-2172645240919910315?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/2172645240919910315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=2172645240919910315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2172645240919910315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2172645240919910315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-time.html' title='Thanksgiving Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SxXuKn8lSKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/yD9XXkOJM0A/s72-c/P1030506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5575994669620508202</id><published>2009-10-31T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:55:03.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Trolls...Every Child's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I realize that I've updated a lot in the last few days, but this one is really important. Last night we had our ward Halloween party. Kim had been begging me to dress up as a troll with her for Halloween and I finally agreed. We also got Michelle and Janae to do it with us. It was pretty much the greatest thing in the entire world. Here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so it begins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaZjU1yOI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xOnPw7JnezY/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaZjU1yOI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xOnPw7JnezY/s320/October+-+Halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398789448336263394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me starting to get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaZUAb0sI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8RzVP4YPmYg/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaZUAb0sI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8RzVP4YPmYg/s320/October+-+Halloween+(8).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398789444224144066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning attempts on my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaY7heFDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xajPBBrzUUM/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaY7heFDI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xajPBBrzUUM/s320/October+-+Halloween+(12).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398789437651817522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The finished product! Who doesn't love treasure trolls?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaYXLZliI/AAAAAAAAAmI/1jBJjwJ6ZQc/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaYXLZliI/AAAAAAAAAmI/1jBJjwJ6ZQc/s320/October+-+Halloween+(13).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398789427895572002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The four of us: Janae, Kim, Me and Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaX0IAS5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/lmd2Y_qUiQ8/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaX0IAS5I/AAAAAAAAAmA/lmd2Y_qUiQ8/s320/October+-+Halloween+(14).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398789418486090642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our legs and feet. Those tights were pretty H-O-T HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZoBSyuuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ciwMnY10foI/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZoBSyuuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ciwMnY10foI/s320/October+-+Halloween+(16).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788597387279074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Amber Dawn. She loves trolls too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZntnQSvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oVZ5fYN5rGA/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZntnQSvI/AAAAAAAAAlw/oVZ5fYN5rGA/s320/October+-+Halloween+(20).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788592104393458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber and Me. She looks like she loves me, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZnAPNRcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Twhq14KsSHE/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZnAPNRcI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Twhq14KsSHE/s320/October+-+Halloween+(22).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788579923936706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Kimmy Kim. Aren't we so cute?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZmwH2IEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/m4SXcmmw5KQ/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZmwH2IEI/AAAAAAAAAlg/m4SXcmmw5KQ/s320/October+-+Halloween+(24).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788575598092354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off our jewels. Aside from the hair, the belly jewel is probably my favorite feature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZmOQ-ijI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KHAzA_URlp4/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxZmOQ-ijI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KHAzA_URlp4/s320/October+-+Halloween+(55).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398788566509586994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Amber and the Trolls performing Colors of the Wind from Pocahontas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYvl80XrI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6vJNNfrFxX8/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYvl80XrI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/6vJNNfrFxX8/s320/October+-+Halloween+(60).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787627974680242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was probably our proudest moment. Our ward had a costume contest at the party and guess who won?! That's right, THE TROLLS! Here is us claiming our prize. We now have a World's Greatest Grandma trophy (Grandma Opal) sitting atop our television. Pretty much the best moment of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYvBt_T6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/kcO4J_T7ZaA/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(65).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYvBt_T6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/kcO4J_T7ZaA/s320/October+-+Halloween+(65).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787618248806306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us just chilling at the ward party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYu1tz_PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jkKkqnoJwd8/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(79).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYu1tz_PI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jkKkqnoJwd8/s320/October+-+Halloween+(79).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787615026838770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the ward party we were all starving so we went to McDonald's. There's Amber's friend Megan, Amber, Me, Kim, Michelle and Janae. It's pretty fun to watch people when you look like a freak. First they do a double take and then they don't want to stare so they keep glancing out of the corner of their eye or just peeking really quick. It's pretty entertaining...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYuKFRzsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xGNAoypHXec/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(83).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYuKFRzsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xGNAoypHXec/s320/October+-+Halloween+(83).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787603314101954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We LOVE Kim! Michelle was supposed to pretend to kiss Kim's cheek too, but she got creeped out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYtoTTh_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/62bqOmPbV38/s1600-h/October+-+Halloween+(104).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxYtoTTh_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/62bqOmPbV38/s320/October+-+Halloween+(104).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398787594246129650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the night we went back to our apartment and had a karaoke night. I finally was able to perform Wind Beneath My Wings! It was joyous. This is after we took the cups out of our hair. I attempted to pull my bangs down and they had so much hairspray in them that they just kept popping back into place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must say, even though I hate Halloween, this was pretty much one of the greatest nights ever. And my love for treasure trolls has only increased! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5575994669620508202?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5575994669620508202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5575994669620508202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5575994669620508202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5575994669620508202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/10/treasure-trollsevery-childs-best-friend.html' title='Treasure Trolls...Every Child&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuxaZjU1yOI/AAAAAAAAAmg/xOnPw7JnezY/s72-c/October+-+Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5019691482500589010</id><published>2009-10-29T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:12:45.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life These Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I realized I haven't really said anything super great about my life in a long time and then I realized it was because there really was nothing super great to tell about my life. Sad day, huh? So here's some pictures that can maybe slightly give you a little inkling about what I've been doing. Its the best i can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuobCEqOfeI/AAAAAAAAAko/wtmhO93DOfA/s1600-h/October+-+Bonding+at+Michelle%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuobCEqOfeI/AAAAAAAAAko/wtmhO93DOfA/s320/October+-+Bonding+at+Michelle%27s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398156825781501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me at Michelle's house. I like her a lot. Sometimes we bond. This would be one of those times. Until she took this picture. Now we are in a fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Suoav6gBVjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EQPk4-l_lAU/s1600-h/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Suoav6gBVjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/EQPk4-l_lAU/s320/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398156513816696370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my favorite Cami came to take care of me after my mama left. I'm not a lazy lazy, I just couldn't where regular clothes because it was uncomfortable. That's why most of the following pictures are in my pajamas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuoavsUBMYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/V6sMOqlGvzI/s1600-h/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuoavsUBMYI/AAAAAAAAAkY/V6sMOqlGvzI/s320/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(8).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398156510008258946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and crazy Cami again. I love that girl a lot. Those are some of my favorite pajamas. Aren't they cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuoavSxn9FI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7SNobYm_3AI/s1600-h/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuoavSxn9FI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7SNobYm_3AI/s320/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(18).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398156503153112146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle, Me and Cami. We're practically like a band. If I get my way we're going to be called Emily and Friends. I've also been informed that it might be a good idea to make a TV show about us. I'll let you know how it works out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuoavDDHYxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/OTDOvM8ilxQ/s1600-h/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuoavDDHYxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/OTDOvM8ilxQ/s320/October+-+Cami+Visiting+(21).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398156498931507986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cami, Amber, Michelle and Me. I just love these girls a lot. It just touches my heart when we're all in the same place, which doesn't happen too often. This is right before Cami left to go back home. I know most of us look pained, but we really do like each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Suoaui79fzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/DksW6dgoN5w/s1600-h/October+-+Sunday+Pictures+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Suoaui79fzI/AAAAAAAAAkA/DksW6dgoN5w/s320/October+-+Sunday+Pictures+(7).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398156490311565106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my Kimmy. I like her a lot. She's pretty much the only reason I stay sane. Isn't her just so darn cute? I just love her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I think that's about it for now. That's pretty much my whole life. But it's been good, so I can't complain. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5019691482500589010?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5019691482500589010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5019691482500589010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5019691482500589010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5019691482500589010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-these-days.html' title='Life These Days...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuobCEqOfeI/AAAAAAAAAko/wtmhO93DOfA/s72-c/October+-+Bonding+at+Michelle%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-147554915752103056</id><published>2009-10-22T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:48:06.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s320/noname.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395601996336137682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since most of you were unable to have the joy of observing me during surgery time, I figured I'd let everyone in on the joy of the adventure. In fact, I think I'll let you in on all the good details...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;So Thursday morning I was scheduled to be at the surgery center at 9:30. In the hours previous to this appointment, I tried to convince my mom that I was miraculously cured and no longer needed surgery. Sad to say she didn't believe me and I had to go anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upon arrival I was asked to put on a hospital gown. It was a very lovely one. I also was given the "cap", which seems more like a hair net then a cap, but whatever. It was cute just the same (even though it kept falling down into my eyes!). I then went to lay on my hospital bed, which they kindly lowered so I wouldn't have to jump. The nurse then asked me to write my initials on my stomach. I thought this was a joke. It was not. So with a blue permanent marker I wrote an ERW above my belly button. That was weird. (It's also still there...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;After answering a thousand questions about my life, it was decided that I was ready for an IV. One of the nurses came in to do the IV. After examining my arms and hands she looked very perplexed. She tied the thing on both arms in hopes of finding one of my veins. Determining that she had found one, she stuck the needle into my hand. After a few moments she apologized and pulled it out. I was okay with this because this always happens to me. So then she tried the other hand. Thinking she had found one again she stuck my other hand and lo and behold after a few moments she removed the needle. Informing me that two tries was her limit, she went and got a different nurse. The new nurse examined my arms and decided that she would try in my wrist. I've never had my wrist poked before, but I decided I'm not a fan. She tried her best in that wrist of mine, but it was not cooperating. She then moved back to my right hand. After rubbing my hand and beating it over and over she decides she is ready to go in for the kill. One more poke and Ta-daaa! It worked! (During this little episode I had to lay down because apparently being poked over and over is traumatizing and makes me sick...) So my IV started and then my arm got cold....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;While I was waiting for the chilly liquids (and nausea medicine) to finish entering my own self, I just sat and chit chatted with my mama. A nurse came in and put these weird things on my legs to keep me from getting blood clots. They like to inflate and deflate a lot, which was kind of weird, but whatev.  Finally another nurse came in to ask if I was sleepy, to which I replied that I was not at all. She made some remark about how no one was feeling sleepy that day. This slightly worried me as they told me they were taking me away to the operating room soon. I continued to talk to my mom until they finally came in to take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was wondering why I was awake when I was entering the operating room. I wanted to tell them that if they thought they were going to start anything before I fell asleep that they would be sorry, but I kept quiet and decided to give them a chance. So they wheeled my bed right next to the operating table and asked if I would scoot onto it. I wanted to inform them that I was a surgery patient and had to do no such thing, but decided to be helpful and scooted my little self onto the table. Then like 500 people started talking to me. Some guy set an oxygen mask on my face. Then he said something about how he was going to give me some medicine. In about five seconds the room started spinning like crazy and the next thing I knew I was waking up back in my old spot in my hospital bed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;One of the nurses started talking to me, but I really can't remember what she said. Then she asked if I wanted my mom to come back in, to which I nodded yes. Then I was gone again. I woke up again and my mom was sitting there. I like her a lot. I then realized that I felt like I was going to spew. I told my mom this and she told the nurse who brought me some drugs. They put one of those patches behind my ear, injected something into my IV and informed me that I would now go back to sleep for another hour. As I started to doze again my nurse told me I wasn't breathing enough and shoved one of those oxygen things in my nose. That was pretty much pleasant. So off to sleep I went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I finally woke up the next time and realized that everything still looked like it was spinning. This was okay because I was too out of my mind to really care. The nurse told me I could get dressed and get ready to be sent home. This made my heart happy. So I put my BYU-Idaho combo back on and was put in this pretty rad chair. The nurse came in to tell me my discharge instructions. Good thing my mom was there because I have no idea what the nurse even said. While my mom went to sign papers I decided that I wanted to keep the chair and be wheeled home in it, but alas this did not happen. I was put in a wheelchair and transported out to Dan's car. I recall him making some sarcastic comment to me as I got in the car. And then off I was to my school home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is where the story gets a little hazy. I can't really remember how I got in the house. I do remember plopping down on the couch and with the last bit of sane thought that I had I texted Michelle to ask if I could borrow her BYU-I pillow (This probably doesn't sound like a sane thought, but this pillow saved my life). So mom left to go pick up my drugs and Janae came out to sit with me. Like five minutes later Michelle Anne Yeates showed up with the really great pillow. Talking to Michelle is about the only thing I actually remember from the rest of the day. I remember Amber came over and I was texting Cami and Katie James, but I have no idea what I said to any of these people. The next actual thing I remember is waking up in my bed the next day at noon... Not my fault....crazy drugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is getting ridiculously long, so just one last story. On Sunday I had to go to the emergency room. No worries, I'm alive, but I learned a very very important tidbit of information. Magic wands are real! So as I'm laying there on the bed the nurse turns to me and says "If I had a magic wand and I could take one thing away, what would it be?" I just stared at her and then she added "Regarding your health of course." I still stared at her and then realizing she was serious I told her something about a pain in my abdomen. But this is not the point. We don't need modern medicine anymore because we have magic wands! I know, pretty cool right? Yeah, tell all your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s1600-h/noname.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway that is about all for this post. I promise an update on the rest of my life will be published shortly. I hope you enjoyed my surgery adventure just as much as I did.... &lt;/span&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/7179124528267718638-147554915752103056?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/147554915752103056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=147554915752103056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/147554915752103056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/147554915752103056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/10/surgery-adventures.html' title='Surgery Adventures'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SuEHbbUBBdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/cRCVGXRJ9oQ/s72-c/noname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3345430926813991541</id><published>2009-10-04T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:49:08.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is coming out!</title><content type='html'>Well kids, it's official. My gall bladder is coming out on October 15th. Apparently it has decided to completely quit working. Personally I think it the darn thing should just stop being so lazy, but it won't listen to me. So now I have to have surgery...practically ridiculous...But anyway, no worries, all should be well once it comes out!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-3345430926813991541?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3345430926813991541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3345430926813991541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3345430926813991541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3345430926813991541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-coming-out.html' title='It is coming out!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-858595481849680073</id><published>2009-09-28T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:47:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's all my roomies! They are all pretty darn great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SsEtVxOfzZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_pu-M0dcshs/s1600-h/Roommates+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SsEtVxOfzZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_pu-M0dcshs/s400/Roommates+(4).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386636481326468498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelsie, Michelle, Me, Kim, Emily and Janae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-858595481849680073?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/858595481849680073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=858595481849680073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/858595481849680073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/858595481849680073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/09/roommates.html' title='Roommates'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SsEtVxOfzZI/AAAAAAAAAjg/_pu-M0dcshs/s72-c/Roommates+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3721916986240203611</id><published>2009-09-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:45:28.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm a slacker when it comes to blogging. Everyone should know this by now, so no sassing me. Anyway, another semester has started except the trick this time is I'm not in classes. I'm just living in Rexburg looking for a job. No luck yet, but hopefully soon. I've been trying to keep myself busy. Before the semester started I participated in Get Connected for new student orientation. Once again it was a blast and I learned so much. There are so many inspired programs at this school and the hand of the Lord is in all of them. I am so blessed to be able to attend this university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sre2PSre9AI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dLhN50UQtK4/s200/DSC00854.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972253373232130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cami and I at Get Connected&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I've been seeing a lot of my roommates from last semester. I love all those girls. I'm so glad most of us are back in Rexburg. It's amazing what a difference it can make in my day when I get to see one of them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sre2O4GtHmI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aGDX3d9Vhb4/s200/7135_130384950666_708075666_2940699_7746787_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972246239649378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sunday dinner in apartment 214. Dan, Jessica, Me and Amber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sre2OXikfhI/AAAAAAAAAjA/S4Pcr7jsCR8/s200/7135_130384815666_708075666_2940675_7695466_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972237498154514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cami and I at Amber's birthday party. Amber says I look evil. Clearly I just love cake! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sre2OGC5g4I/AAAAAAAAAi4/FnZq6oy2fME/s200/7135_130384770666_708075666_2940666_26266_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972232801911682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Amber's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So all of my roommates from last semester moved out so now I have all new ones. Kim moved into apartment 211 with me, her mission companion Emily also moved in and I got three brand new freshman; Kelsie, Michelle and Janae. Things in the apartment are going pretty great. We've got a good bunch this semester and it should be lots of fun. We're supposed to take roommate pictures soon, so I'll try to post them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cami has also been here a lot even though she is off track. Can I just say how much I love that girl! I think sometimes you don't realize how much you're going to miss someone until they aren't around as much anymore. Cami has become a really good friend and I'm so glad I've been able to see her so much this semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sre2NmUR9II/AAAAAAAAAiw/d99T130acRU/s200/DSC00906.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383972224284882050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me and my favorite Cami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All in all things are going pretty good. I just got called to be a visiting teaching supervisor in my ward Relief Society. I love my ward so much. I'm so glad to be back in it!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I guess that's about all for now. If anything exciting happens I'll let you know! Don't count on anything happening though... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Side note: Just because Michelle Anne Yeates is not pictured doesn't mean I like her any less. She just refuses to take pictures with me. But I'm so so glad she's back!! :)&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/7179124528267718638-3721916986240203611?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3721916986240203611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3721916986240203611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3721916986240203611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3721916986240203611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sre2PSre9AI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/dLhN50UQtK4/s72-c/DSC00854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3036747528443071472</id><published>2009-08-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:49:56.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adventure to Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Way back when, like last semester, I decided I was going to go visit Michelle Anne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Yeates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; at her home home in Utah. So on Wednesday August 12, 2009 I rolled out of bed at 3:30 AM so that I could get ready and make it to the airport on time. It's a really good thing I was so excited to see Michelle or I probably would have just gone back to sleep. I was pretty much so tired at the airport and was wondering how all of those people had so much energy. Robyn was kind enough to inform me it was because they were all loaded up on coffee. After that I decided to walk around with my eyes half closed. It didn't prove to be a very good plan. Anyway, this was my first time on a plane and I must say it was pretty real. I was really glad that the obnoxious kids in the airport weren't on my flight. It was a close one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; my very tired tiredness, I did have this really great shirt on. I wish I had a picture of me wearing it, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; have to wait until later. Here is a little sneak preview though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som2Kke5n_I/AAAAAAAAAig/l1pka9Hdj0g/s200/fan4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371024323324256242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Just imagine that on a bright red shirt that says '#1 Fan' on the back. I think it was pretty popular at the airport. People just kept wishing they had a shirt as great as mine. I think Michelle liked it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; probably not because when she came to pick me up from the airport she drove right past me and tried to leave me there. And then she made me walk like five miles down the street so that she didn't have to drive the loop again. Nice welcome, huh? She's lucky I didn't turn around and go back in the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;On Thursday we found out that Amber Dawn was in Utah too! It turned out she wasn't that far away so she came to play with us for the day. We went and got some pretty real ice cream cones from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Macey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;. (In case you didn't know, that's a grocery store. Which apparently I should have known.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som1MdiZp5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LTUj-F-9x3k/s200/5980_1204891487395_1381880013_30581778_6827732_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023256308000658" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som1L23GkRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/PA6WngSPqPQ/s200/5980_1204891767402_1381880013_30581785_1157594_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023245925847314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;In case you couldn't tell, I really like that ice cream cone. We were like best friends...well, that was until I ate it.... Anyway then we went to the mall where I found out that Michelle and Amber had never played Street Fighter and so therefore didn't know what it was when I saw a shirt that had it on it. What deprived children. Anyway, after that we just kind of played around for a little while before going back to Michelle's house. Here we are pretending to take a nap. It could have been real sleeping if I wasn't smiling. I don't usually make it a habit to smile in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som1lQx3kyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/d-_I92FUhUY/s200/5980_1204892007408_1381880013_30581791_7261901_n.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023682379944738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;We also watched Pocahontas. Apparently I wasn't observant enough as a child when I watched it, but we just won't get into that right now. It was pretty much a great bond and I was just so excited I got to see Amber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som70jZDH5I/AAAAAAAAAio/AKGxbyFwkHw/s200/5980_1204891847404_1381880013_30581787_7394079_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371030542143922066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;So the rest of my visit was pretty adventurous. I learned some new life lessons. The most important one was that I have been wiping counters wrong my entire 20 years of existence. I have always done it in a circular motion, but as Michelle and I were brushing our teeth one night she informed me that it is supposed to be done in a hexagonal motion. I tested it out and it was pretty much true. I hope I can find it in my heart to change my ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Another life lesson is that if anyone ever asks you how your pillow feels just assume that there is an alarm clock, a wooden box and a giant bottle of medicine under it. You'll get to sleep much faster if you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;And one more, if you want to sleep with your hair straightener, just do it. You might get made fun of, but at least your sleep will be more peaceful. That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;So, I'm just wondering, have you ever had your blood pressure taken twice in like four days while you're sitting in your friends house? If you had asked me this before last weekend I would have said no, but Dr. Michelle is in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;CNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; class and claimed she needed to practice. This wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't try to squeeze the life out of my arm TWICE! It's okay, I'm almost over it by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som1K2nB_-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/DODicLhXN5o/s200/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023228678569954" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;See this picture of Dr. Michelle? She looks like a professional, huh? She's going to be an amazing nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Anyway, I also got to me my old roommate Lindsay while I was down there. I haven't seen her since we left last summer, so I was pretty excited. It was way good to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;So all in all it was a pretty great weekend. I just love Michelle Anne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Yeates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; and I'm glad I got to go visit her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som1Kb6LDwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R7lA3I9tYUc/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som1Kb6LDwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R7lA3I9tYUc/s200/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023221511098114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&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/7179124528267718638-3036747528443071472?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3036747528443071472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3036747528443071472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3036747528443071472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3036747528443071472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-to-utah.html' title='An Adventure to Utah'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Som2Kke5n_I/AAAAAAAAAig/l1pka9Hdj0g/s72-c/fan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3024298410330174794</id><published>2009-07-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:51:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Michelle: A "Special" Roommate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;apparently when you're writing a blog about someone they get to boss you around. Apparently I'm supposed to write an introduction to this or something. Who even does that? Anyway, this whole thing started as a joke when I told Michelle I was going to write a whole blog post about her. When she didn't believe me, then I decided I was really going to. I warn you though, this is really long so don't feel pressured to read it. Unless your name in Michelle Anne Yeates in which case you have to read every word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuiyy_sI/AAAAAAAAAho/0_P14T2pN_c/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuiyy_sI/AAAAAAAAAho/0_P14T2pN_c/s200/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360585078440394434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, I met Michelle Anne Yeates on April 18, 2009. That is approximately 93 days ago today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I tired to be a kind soul to her when I first met her, but she just glared at me. I kindly informed her that I’d be seeing her later since we were living in the same apartment and went on my way. Well turns out she was totally judging me the whole time. Apparently, being in my Junior year and much older and wiser, it was just difficult for her to be in my presence. She also struggled with my amazing sense of humor and took me seriously when I told her that I was never going to do dishes. Haha, too funny. She believed it for like a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Just a side note: aside from Wendy, Michelle is the most gullible person I know) Also, I was forced to sit next to her in church on Sunday and she was judging me because my stomach was growling. Rude. Oh and it was probably the most awkward thing in the world because we said like two words to each other. So we were off to a rocky start, which was by no means any fault of my own. So come Monday morning I walked into my Church History class only to find a girl who looked somewhat like my roommate who wouldn’t ever speak to me. I decided to be nice and sit next to her even though I had already chosen a magical seat in the back row. Once again she hardly spoke to me. After that I figured I’d given it a good enough effort and would only speak to her if she spoke to me first. Well something crazy happened and all of the sudden she wouldn’t go away and since I had vowed to talk to her if she talked to me, I was stuck. Well it turned out to be pretty okay I guess. We’ve had many grand adventures, even though she’s crazy. Let me just give you a little insight into the world of Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuchEtII/AAAAAAAAAhg/YJhHBsU4lDI/s1600-h/4227_87392650666_708075666_2279500_6291400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuchEtII/AAAAAAAAAhg/YJhHBsU4lDI/s200/4227_87392650666_708075666_2279500_6291400_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360585076755444866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;#1. She trips at least ten times a day. When she first said this I thought she was kidding, but it has turned out to be true. She trips on the stairs, through the front door, over the blue internet cord. Even if something isn’t even possible to trip over, Michelle will find a way….no joke. My all time favorite trip pretty much made my life. So we have this blue internet cord that stretches from the back bedroom out to the living room. Everyone and their cousin has tripped over this cord at least ten times. Well apparently it was Michelle’s turn…again. The cord was stretched across the living room floor just minding its own business when Michelle comes in from the kitchen. I turned around just in time to see Michelle flying into couch. Which is possibly in the top ten of the funniest things I’ve seen in my entire life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I could laugh about this forever, but I must continue on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuE2NXfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/guhlbli-1zg/s1600-h/4147_91080085666_708075666_2337673_5504892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuE2NXfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/guhlbli-1zg/s200/4147_91080085666_708075666_2337673_5504892_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360585070401641970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;#2. She sometimes does things in not quite as logical of a manner as others would. For example; our kitchen sink has this plastic plug which is obviously just like any other plug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unfortunately she assumed that the part that sticks off of it was supposed to go down the drain and she put the plug in upside down. This was all well and fine until the sink was full and there was nothing to grab onto to get it out. So she tells me she can’t get the plug out and after assessing the situation, I asked her if she possibly put it in upside down. After hysterically laughing she confessed and the scene that transpired was probably confusing to any onlookers. Imagine: Michelle and I standing at the sink scooping water out so that we can get to the plug. Michelle, who assumed that scooping water out with her hands would be faster than with a cup, was practically going super speed. I’ve never seen her move so fast. Too bad it wasn’t even helping one bit. Finally we got Cami to help us and she pried the plug out with a table knife. Let’s just say Michelle now has to be supervised when she uses the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSftnZgJ1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZLS3o__zJRQ/s1600-h/4227_86152515666_708075666_2260784_1662938_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSftnZgJ1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZLS3o__zJRQ/s200/4227_86152515666_708075666_2260784_1662938_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360585062496610130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;#3. She gets a bit confused about how words are pronounced. She swears she is correct in all of these. But let me just tell you so you can judge for yourself. According to Michelle, syrup is pronounced seer-up, always as alwuz, apricot as ahpricot (like apple), package as paykage (she pretends like that one is just a joke, but I don’t believe it for a second) and orange as arange. Let me just tell you, this is definitely not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSftSl2hrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uMoeDqYbR3Q/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSftSl2hrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/uMoeDqYbR3Q/s200/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360585056911263410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;#4. Not only does she pronounce things wrong, she also makes up words and sayings that don’t really exist or make sense. For example, she has recently started saying “all the days of all the days” and while I admit that I’ve have now been saying it, it still doesn’t make sense. Also dar-dar. What is dar-dar you may ask? No idea. Apparently it’s a tone of voice. Whatever that means. She also says everything is doorknob. It doesn’t matter it if is good or bad, it’s doorknob. Apparently it also depends on tone of voice….I just don’t know about all this. Also here is pretty much a frequent conversation between us. I’ve been trying really hard to catch on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me: Hey Michelle I actually stayed awake in class today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Michelle: Oh I’m so POY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me: Oh, ummm…Thanks…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Michelle: W!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Did you understand that, cuz it took me like all semester to figure it out. It’s just weird is all I’m saying. I could go on about this for forever, but clearly this is getting long and there are important things to still be discussed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfdM5_CAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RG1aervGKHo/s1600-h/6452_128503795730_626765730_3504760_6527365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfdM5_CAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RG1aervGKHo/s200/6452_128503795730_626765730_3504760_6527365_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584780507187202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;#5. She sometimes gets confused about where she is. We live about three blocks away from Broulim’s grocery store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wendy lives about three-sh blocks behind the grocery store. For those of you counting at home, that would be about six-ish blocks. Now as Michelle and I are driving to Wendy’s house one day she turns to me and says “Is this still in Rexburg?” I thought she was kidding, but apparently not. I wasn’t aware that Orem was only six blocks. Clearly I’m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;out of the loop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfc1MO_CI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mitnpNN1i9A/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfc1MO_CI/AAAAAAAAAg4/mitnpNN1i9A/s200/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584774141279266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;#6. She loves to snort. At first this disturbed me, but then it turned funny. When she calls my phone it is her snorting. It’s pretty real. However, the best time ever would have to be in the library, except this time it wasn’t an intentional snort. So Michelle and I go to the library together sometimes and on Saturday this is where we were. We tend to chit chat when we get tired of doing homework. I don’t really exactly remember what we were talking about, but we were both laughing hysterically, which isn’t usually a good thing to do in the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All of the sudden Michelle snorts, which only made matters worse. I had to leave and go get a drink so I could stop laughing. It didn’t work. I was still laughing when I came back. Let’s just say people were starting to stare…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfcVpfmhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6fLSXcPdUh8/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfcVpfmhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6fLSXcPdUh8/s200/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584765674068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Now just a few fun facts. She kills innocent little fish just because they have a three second memory and don’t know that they can breathe under water. She over fed him and then wondered why he died. Two weeks was all he lasted. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just because he likes to breathe out the top doesn’t mean he is always hungry! It’s okay, I’m almost over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfcFg5o0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/J2ZS1SilqIM/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfcFg5o0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/J2ZS1SilqIM/s200/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584761343058754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;She also trips people in the park. There I was just just running along when suddenly I’m flying across the sidewalk into the grass. I look up and see Michelle standing right next to me. There are only two possible options, either she tripped me or I tripped all on my own. I’m kinda going with the Michelle tripped me option. It seems to be the most logical explanation…though I wonder how she magically tripped me when she was running in front of me…Well no matter, I know it was her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So basically the point of this whole things is that....well I don't know. All I know is that Michelle Anne Yeates is CRAZY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfbqpn7SI/AAAAAAAAAgg/efdQrtfWlzM/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfbqpn7SI/AAAAAAAAAgg/efdQrtfWlzM/s200/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360584754131889442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Okay, I know this post is crazy, but I can’t go through this whole thing without saying how much I love this girl. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She always has me laughing and she has been an amazing friend and roommate all semester. I am honestly going to miss her like crazy. She has been there for me no matter what, even when I don’t deserve it. She has impacted my life in a way that I will remember forever. I just love you Michelle Anne Yeates!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7179124528267718638-3024298410330174794?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3024298410330174794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3024298410330174794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3024298410330174794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3024298410330174794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/07/princess-michelle-special-roommate.html' title='Princess Michelle: A &quot;Special&quot; Roommate'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SmSfuiyy_sI/AAAAAAAAAho/0_P14T2pN_c/s72-c/DSC00745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-591730006750699758</id><published>2009-06-26T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:45:08.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems that ever since we hit the halfway mark of this semester, time has been flying by. I can hardly believe that there are only 27 days until this semester is over. I'll be staying here in the fall, even though I won't be in classes. The environment here is amazing and I just feel like this is where I need to be. Sadly, all of my roommates are either going home or moving out. It'll be weird to come home and have none of them be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SkVq1qGEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cN1BhYEf-K0/s200/DSC00725.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351801202265047890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love every one of these girls! (Alex isn't in the picture, but I love her too!) Each one of them has touched my life in a different way. I'm so glad I've been blessed with amazing roommates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SkVyv36LybI/AAAAAAAAAfg/t7cIaF9PLgc/s200/DSC00730.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351809898987112882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all tend to hang out together all the time. Here we are at our FHE brothers' ultimate frisbee game. It was a little chilly. The blue blob is Amber... She was a bit cold. I just love our crazy apartment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SkVywTG_gVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/VnI0Vi51ei8/s200/DSC00739.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351809906288591186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a Michelle sandwich with Walker bread! Isn't that just so real? I just love Michelle so much. And Kimmy Kim Kim. It's been so great having her here. Plus she is just down the porch and I can see her whenever I want! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SkVywg5Hy4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/hF1geh0Lc5Y/s200/DSC00750.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351809909988510594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is us bonding again at our FHE brother's baseball game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SkVyxPBmfqI/AAAAAAAAAf4/eatyXMjT3aQ/s200/DSC00772.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351809922372107938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is a bunny hutch cookie house masterpiece! Robyn bought it for me for my birthday. (I know, I took a long time to make it.) But it was way fun and a total bonding time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, school is going pretty okay. It's getting closer and closer to finals which I'm not too happy about, but then I get to see my fam after that so I guess it's good! But that's about all that is going on. Just school school school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway I'll pretty much update again soon.... maybe.... :)&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/7179124528267718638-591730006750699758?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/591730006750699758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=591730006750699758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/591730006750699758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/591730006750699758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-is-flying.html' title='Time Is Flying'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SkVq1qGEQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cN1BhYEf-K0/s72-c/DSC00725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-280083122257136502</id><published>2009-05-24T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:51:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apartment Full of Crazies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm pretty sure I live in like the craziest apartment of all time. We're all nut jobs. I'm not even kidding. And since I get harassed all the time about not updating my blog, here is a little insight into what goes on around here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNtd8j7rI/AAAAAAAAAew/9k514rXEueQ/s200/n1381880013_30400533_1044257.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595382985060018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me cooking chicken. I clearly didn't want it to pop me! All my roommates thought it was funny, but my arm was safe. They also think it's funny when I use the oven mitt to hold my otter pops and frozen yogurt. Who wants their hand to freeze off?! Not me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNthdqdzI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Pq7OrJS7FIo/s200/n1381880013_30400535_3829167.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595383929206578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Michelle ran to the kitchen to get something and Cami and I got in her bed. I think she was really excited when she came back in, especially since she was gonna take a nap. She likes us, she can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoOKvOk11I/AAAAAAAAAfA/7fUOpr-sKU4/s200/n1381880013_30400538_858939.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595885840226130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, her face is smiling. That means she was happy that we jumped in her bed. She got kinda mad when I tried to push her off, but besides that it was a great bonding time. Well, until Cami tried to smell my arm...So not okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoOK4k4_4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/H82WwcR76sQ/s200/4227_87392610666_708075666_2279493_6813660_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595888349740930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't really tell you what we're doing here. This is what happens when we hang out together. My face tends to hurt from laughing too much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKiyOCVyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KxDngbtZefc/s200/DSC00687.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591900913620770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we went to this concert over at Hogi Yogi. We probably shouldn't be aloud to leave the house together anymore. You may wonder what Amber is doing to me...I don't even actually know. I'm kind of worried about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNtXAhqsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DtPhw0tcM7w/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNtXAhqsI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DtPhw0tcM7w/s200/DSC00700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595381122640578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is an example of my magical photo taking skills. In case you can't tell it's Alex and Michelle. Sometimes I just have a hard time, okay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNs-QFLaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Oi7xixs7Smc/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNs-QFLaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/Oi7xixs7Smc/s200/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595374476996002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the ceiling in this place had stars painted on it. So here we are gazing at the stars while the little yellow taxi drives by. As you can tell I'm pretty darn excited about it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNsrGipBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g7OCNmST2Gw/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNsrGipBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/g7OCNmST2Gw/s200/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595369336710162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So look, we can kind of be normal! Here's the four of us that went. It was pretty much totally fun! I just love my roomies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKirx18OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zosneFgg06g/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKirx18OI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zosneFgg06g/s200/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591899184754914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and Franklin the Turtle. We're pretty much best friends by now. He kinda smells though so the friendship could be short lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKiEnGB3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/zSQ1Hq5TOZo/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKiEnGB3I/AAAAAAAAAeA/zSQ1Hq5TOZo/s200/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591888670689138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and Michelle. Can you tell how much of a bond we're having? She's just so great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKh2RsP9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/3AQrkWZY2r4/s1600-h/4147_89632700666_708075666_2313245_3430584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKh2RsP9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/3AQrkWZY2r4/s200/4147_89632700666_708075666_2313245_3430584_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591884822822866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's going on here. I was just sitting innocently on the couch talking to Michelle when these crazy girls jumped on top of us. I was clearly not even deserving of this one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKhzNX3nI/AAAAAAAAAdw/odwrr7AXNlI/s1600-h/4147_89632705666_708075666_2313246_4247180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoKhzNX3nI/AAAAAAAAAdw/odwrr7AXNlI/s200/4147_89632705666_708075666_2313246_4247180_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591883999403634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh goodness, we are just pretty much too much to handle! We have a lot of fun though! I laugh hysterically like every day! I think it's healthy... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well that's all my adventures for now... don't worry, there's too much excitement around here to not have any more soon!! &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/7179124528267718638-280083122257136502?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/280083122257136502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=280083122257136502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/280083122257136502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/280083122257136502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/05/apartment-full-of-crazies.html' title='An Apartment Full of Crazies!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShoNtd8j7rI/AAAAAAAAAew/9k514rXEueQ/s72-c/n1381880013_30400533_1044257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5980243497785024175</id><published>2009-05-18T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:17:16.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester, New Apartment, New Roommates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I know it's been a while, but here I am! So a new semester started like forever ago! I moved into a new apartment. I sadly had to depart from Aspen. It was tragic, but I think I will survive. I have five new roommates, none of whom I knew before I came. I must say, it's been an adventurous first few weeks. They're all pretty much crazy, but I love them all! So, here we are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG57vnwyXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OIJzGrpPXYk/s1600-h/4227_87402005666_708075666_2279771_6265037_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG57vnwyXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OIJzGrpPXYk/s200/4227_87402005666_708075666_2279771_6265037_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337251469457410418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left to right: ME!, Cami, Amber, Michelle, Alex and Caryssa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5rIWBsPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/9jdTYWo4LLs/s200/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337251184036131058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and me. We pretty much bond. Even though she pretends like I sass her all the time, it's so not true. She likes me a lot, she's just in denial. And I guess I like her too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5q9xcQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/h6wpG3HOlnE/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5q9xcQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdY/h6wpG3HOlnE/s200/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337251181198328786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's me and Cami. She's crazy, but I like her, like a lot! She always has me laughing too! Our sarcasm pretty much plays off of each other. Which is usually good... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5qiDMMXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gAa0TadJjwY/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5qiDMMXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gAa0TadJjwY/s200/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337251173756580210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's me and crazy Amber. I think this picture is a perfect reflection of her personality! She's hilarious. Plus we had a bond buying Franklin the Turtle, our fish. Another story for another time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5qZgdEHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EdhAhsX2Gpk/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5qZgdEHI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EdhAhsX2Gpk/s200/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337251171463401586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's Alex and me. She's my room roommate. I'm sure I've scared her enough times that she's used to it by now! :) She's a lot of fun and I'm pretty sure we have a bond. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5qLK81zI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_fODrfVk9QU/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG5qLK81zI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_fODrfVk9QU/s200/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337251167615113010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's Caryssa and me. She is pretty much stinkin' funny!  She cracks me up all the time! She's totally sarcastic too. It's so fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's all my roommates. They're all pretty much amazing and I just love them all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I know this is a short post, but I'm trying to catch up so just hang in there with me. I'll update again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5980243497785024175?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5980243497785024175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5980243497785024175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5980243497785024175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5980243497785024175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-semester-new-apartment-new.html' title='New Semester, New Apartment, New Roommates!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/ShG57vnwyXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OIJzGrpPXYk/s72-c/4227_87402005666_708075666_2279771_6265037_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-8251210809281936071</id><published>2009-04-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:22:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmy Kim Kim</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Seq1gGGwneI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PnBWpQXgdg0/s200/MeandHotKimMyKBFF.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326269072318438882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Seq1gGGwneI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PnBWpQXgdg0/s1600-h/MeandHotKimMyKBFF.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;So, I like my sister Kim. Like a lot. Actually I love her like a lot. That is why I'm writing this here post. I am going to see her in approximately 13 days! I can hardly believe it's that close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Seq1gGGwneI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PnBWpQXgdg0/s1600-h/MeandHotKimMyKBFF.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Kimmy holds a special place in my heart. I must say it's been hard without her here, but I for sure wouldn't want her anywhere else. I'm so proud of her. She's always done what's right and that has definitely been a strength to me. I look up to her. I guess in a way she is my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Seq1gGGwneI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PnBWpQXgdg0/s1600-h/MeandHotKimMyKBFF.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Sorry for this serious post all of the sudden, but my growing excitement cannot be contained. I love Kimmy and I'm so excited to see her so soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7179124528267718638-8251210809281936071?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/8251210809281936071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=8251210809281936071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8251210809281936071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8251210809281936071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/04/kimmy-kim-kim.html' title='Kimmy Kim Kim'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Seq1gGGwneI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PnBWpQXgdg0/s72-c/MeandHotKimMyKBFF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3226635900019407285</id><published>2009-04-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:39:18.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it happened kids. I hit the big 2-0. I'm feeling it too. I'm like an old person. (Which plenty of people were kind enough to point out! I won't mention any names, but sometimes your friend calls you early in the morning and then proceeds to question you about your old age. What's up with that?!) Anyway it was a pretty good day. Let me just fill you in on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my birthday adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it being Easter weekend we did our annual family Easter egg hunt. I feel like I was pretty good at this. Let me just show you my excitement at my success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SeNl9hkZ2KI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YCojPwbpIYE/s200/DSCN3386.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324211292139542690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; See? It was a very productive hunt. :) So then, on to my birthday celebrations, in honor of the day I wore my birthday girl pin. It's pretty cute. I also wore it to the store twice because I forgot that I was wearing it. It's okay, now everyone knows it was my birthday!! How great.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SeNnG4afv-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/wp-pF-ys228/s200/DSC00645.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324212552402452450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I don't really have anything that exciting to say about the whole day... Maybe my face is showing the excitement. Yeah?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SeNpex316UI/AAAAAAAAAcw/SLDfPtF1nPY/s200/DSCN3409.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324215161986607426" /&gt; Mom, Dad and Katie were in town and Wendy, David and Evan came over to Dan and Sissy's. So it was a pretty hip hoppin' party. Especially with Evan, that kid sure knows how to celebrate a birthday! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SeNnHn2HKDI/AAAAAAAAAco/zIHELO4P0Js/s200/DSCN3420.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324212565134747698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all it was a pretty great birthday! Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-3226635900019407285?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3226635900019407285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3226635900019407285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3226635900019407285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3226635900019407285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-year-older.html' title='Another Year Older'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SeNl9hkZ2KI/AAAAAAAAAcA/YCojPwbpIYE/s72-c/DSCN3386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-54023370242185440</id><published>2009-04-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:48:30.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attempt at Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So some people have totally been sassing me and will continue to do so until the end of time unless I update this silly thing. I am a little bit behind, so if this is 500 pages long I'm sorry. You don't really have to read it. Unless you're bored, then by all means occupy yourself. I don't have all my pictures yet, so I guess I'll just start and see how far I can get! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I can't even really remember what's happened since I last updated, but we'll see what I can come up with. Let's see... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gajFcPsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xtQyCldl1DQ/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gajFcPsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xtQyCldl1DQ/s200/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149662530322114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So one day Dan and Sissy came over and demanded that I give them something to do. They clearly did not realize that if they couldn't find anything to do in Rexburg the chances of me being able to help them weren't very good. However, after much thought I told them we could go down to my lounge and play pool. I think they were pretty stoked about this. So we played pool and Foosball. I would have more pictures, but Sissy's camera is a special case. It's okay though, we had a joyous joyous time. I kinda like those kids like a whole lot and so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gaWDojpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hNKhI2Spiqg/s1600-h/n1075458148_30306852_4209314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gaWDojpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/hNKhI2Spiqg/s200/n1075458148_30306852_4209314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149659033079442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;One time Robyn and I cooked. Weird, right? I honestly can't remember what we're making, but it doesn't even matter because clearly we're having a great bond. Can't you tell? It's pretty obvious if you ask me. Except I do look like I'm glaring at her, but it's all out of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gaKsccVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/x2sWioE-04o/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gaKsccVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/x2sWioE-04o/s200/DSC03508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149655983026514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;We also went skating. That was pretty great. Tahnee was there too, but obviously she doesn't find it necessary to send me pictures with her in them. I tried to sass her about it, but she wouldn't cave. We went for FHE because our FHE group wasn't really fond of participating in FHE so we just had our own. It was pretty much great. Those girls are so crazy! I just love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So you probably think I see Holli all the time, but it's just the only time I ever take pictures! Don't judge! So I went down there for 4 1/2 days just because I wanted to and I can do whatever I want! Wanna hear about my whole trip? Okay good. I'll try to remember all the details. This was a while ago and I appear to be experiencing memory loss of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gCM9cyQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IOwmkE61jcU/s200/DSC00601.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149244274362626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So I left right after class on a Wednesday. Robyn bought me a salad (because she likes me) and David brought my stuff down to the bus stop where he left me to fend for myself until the bus got there. Do you know how many people look at you funny when you're standing on the side of the road with a bunch of luggage eating a salad? It was pretty much ridiculous. I was tempted to scream "Don't judge me! Sometimes people get hungry, okay?!", but then I decided against it. BYU-Idaho does that to you. You feel like you have to be nice all of the time! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So I got on the bus (which was actually a van) and picked what I thought was a really good seat. Turns out the stupid heater was at my feet and it was burning my legs practically the whole time! I was very upset by this. I got over it though. So anyway, Holli picked me up at the bus stop. (She showed up like half an hour early. She says she was bored so she just left, but I'm convinced she was just too excited to see me that she couldn't wait any longer! Right, Holli??) We kind of just hung out for the rest of the night. Her sister's dogs were there and after they decided it wasn't necessary to kill me, we co-existed peacefully for the rest of the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gDLS5CII/AAAAAAAAAbY/AZCGcWKQEB8/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gDLS5CII/AAAAAAAAAbY/AZCGcWKQEB8/s200/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149261007292546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;On Thursday Holli forced me to get up early and go to work with her. I told her I didn't want to, but she didn't much care. She yelled and yelled until I finally got up. It was awful. Just kidding. I did go to work with her, though much of my time was spent finishing my homework assignment. Which I totally got done! Whoohoo! Anyway, after that I'm sure we did something really great, like ummm... we went out to lunch I think. All the days are just running together. Oooh I know! That night Holli had her interview and got her mission papers turned in! That was so totally amazing! Of course I really didn't do anything, but I'm sure she appreciated my smiling face when she came out! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gCuGtRZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Xuvx39uT3J8/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gCuGtRZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Xuvx39uT3J8/s200/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149253171561874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday we also did something really great that I can't remember. We mostly hung out and talked a lot. It's because I'm like her favorite or something. On Saturday we headed out for a spectacular adventure. First we went miniature golfing. Holli assure me that she wasn't very good, but I wasn't knowing if I believed her or not. Turns out we both have about the same skill level. We totally tied. Which was a good thing because if she won we probably wouldn't be able to be friends anymore. Anyway, do you know how weird it is to play miniature golf with only two people? Coming from a gigantic family this is usually an huge ordeal that lasts a couple hours. Holli and I were done in like half an hour. It was totally weird. Anyway after that we went and got ice cream at this little dairy. It was pretty much the best ice cream I've ever had in my ENTIRE life. No joke. After that we did a little bit of shopping. Not that we really needed to, we were just wasting time. We did get matching key chains however and now I know that Holli is truly devoted to our friendship and we can be best friends now. It was a very productive day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gB6jGOSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pwI86SbLPj0/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gB6jGOSI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pwI86SbLPj0/s200/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149239331993890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I went to Holli's branch for church.  I must say it was a little weird to be in a branch that small. My ward at BYU-I is pretty big. After church we got to see the Draper Temple Dedication. It was amazing. It's so cool to be able to go to those. When we came out of the dedication I had a message on my phone from the bus company saying my bus was going to be an hour and a half late. At first I was mad, but then I realized I got to play with Holli longer, so it was okay. Well an hour and a half turned into two  and a half hours. We sat at the bus stop for an hour waiting for the bus that would be there "any minute". Yeah right. Any minute plus a hundred! So I finally got on the bus at about 11:00. This of course had me getting into Rexburg at like 3:00 in the morning. This would have been fine except I had a 7:45 class! Oh well...I only slept through a couple of my classes. Not even a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a pretty great weekend. I was so glad I got to go see that crazy kid! I just love her! (Even if she does talk in her sleep!) It was so nice to be able to just get away from school for a while and to be able to just sit and talk with Holli. I just miss her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about it for now. I'll update again when I get the rest of my pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-54023370242185440?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/54023370242185440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=54023370242185440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/54023370242185440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/54023370242185440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/04/attempt-at-catching-up.html' title='An Attempt at Catching Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Sd-gajFcPsI/AAAAAAAAAbw/xtQyCldl1DQ/s72-c/IMG_2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5085207477400007531</id><published>2009-03-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:58:07.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates, Matchy Twins, Donkey Basketball and Family Bonding Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just have quite a bit to write about right now! Here is our first roommate picture. I think Tahnee really likes us and only thinks that we're slightly crazy!! :) We just have too much fun around here I think!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH4_S-bbfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F3kOXjcaBUE/s200/DSC00526.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299201955655154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the other day I asked Robyn what color she was going to wear (because I always pretend I'm going to match her!) and she suggested that we wear matching shirts because she had two of the same shirt just in different colors. Well of course I couldn't turn that down! So we wore matchy shirts, even out in public. It was a pretty great bond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH4_kKZGsI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XREYTXQyUeE/s200/DSC00521.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299206569237186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is us posing. It's a little blurry, but we're just so darn cute, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH5AGs0N3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/MudVxsloroo/s200/DSC00523.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299215840425842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tonight we went and watched donkey basketball. You may be wondering what this is, so was I. So people ride around on donkeys and play basketball. It was pretty entertaining. Some guy got kicked by one of them, which couldn't have felt good, but he took it pretty well. I must say this was pretty much a once in a lifetime opportunity. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I was thoroughly entertained!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH5A3KJt9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/k1An-R1n2g0/s200/DSC00542.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299228848371666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess I should have said that "we" was me, Dan, Sissy, Wendy, David and Evan (the family bonding time). It was pretty much so darn fun! So here's me, Evan, Wendy and David. Evan really likes me. At least I think. Either that or I'm totally boring because he went to sleep with a bunch of people yelling and screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH58l6W7jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5_bSG7yDbgU/s200/DSC00545.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300255010876978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's me and Wendy. I'm thinking I'm like her favorite. I can't help it! I kinda like her too though... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH588uKyKI/AAAAAAAAAag/AyP5OF64XA4/s200/DSC00549.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300261133764770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's me, Sissy and Dan. I just love those crazy kids! They are so much fun! I'm so glad that they're here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH-CLwn9-I/AAAAAAAAAao/rzSn1r2xGPY/s200/DSC00528.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310304749116454882" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that's my adventures for now. Don't worry, there will totally be more soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5085207477400007531?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5085207477400007531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5085207477400007531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5085207477400007531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5085207477400007531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/03/roommates-matchy-twins-donkey.html' title='Roommates, Matchy Twins, Donkey Basketball and Family Bonding Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SbH4_S-bbfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/F3kOXjcaBUE/s72-c/DSC00526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-8247601348361814997</id><published>2009-02-18T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:15:09.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Never Have Too Much Holli!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it has been a while since I last updated. Sorry I've been slacking. But you're lucky today because you get to read about all my fun adventures with Holli! So Holli came to visit me a couple of weekends ago. (It's because I'm her favorite, she just doesn't want to tell everyone else that.) And then last Monday Robyn and I went to see her for the day! It was just way too much fun! I just can't even see her too much!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWPe7oOaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JX8BW2dxUJg/s1600-h/Em+and+Holli+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWPe7oOaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JX8BW2dxUJg/s200/Em+and+Holli+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304279653880969634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'd like to say we did something totally amazing while she was here, but mostly we just hung out. That was pretty much okay because we got to link arms! This may seem weird to you, but it's pretty much my favorite thing to link arms with Holli!! You already knew I was weird though, so this shouldn't be a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway even though we didn't do anything totally spectacular, I'd have to say my favorite part of the whole weekend was just sitting and talking with Holli. It's been a while since we've done that. She's just so great!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWQycGe6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/XIXQyE-DxG4/s1600-h/Em+and+Holli+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWQycGe6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/XIXQyE-DxG4/s200/Em+and+Holli+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304279676297313186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here we are. Holli was here for about four days. She is clearly devoted to our friendship if she can handle visiting me for that long! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWQcvOsBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8U4YW-2vC-A/s1600-h/Robyn+and+Em+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWQcvOsBI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8U4YW-2vC-A/s200/Robyn+and+Em+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304279670471962642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Robyn in our matchy matchy greens. Aren't we cute?...&lt;br /&gt;So then on Monday we traveled down to Utah because we had a day off of school. (Really we were just picking up Sissy from the airport, but we used it to our advantage and went and spent the day with Holli first.) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaWFW6GRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RnQo0oHMNkw/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaWFW6GRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RnQo0oHMNkw/s200/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284165321660690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robyn and I had a total bond in the car. Between the singing and the Swedish fish, Red Vines and sunflower seeds, it was a pretty great adventure!&lt;br /&gt;You may think that it looks like I'm driving and so I shouldn't be looking at the camera, but you're just deceived. I'm pretty much a multi-tasker anyway so it doesn't even matter! :)&lt;br /&gt;We decided we wanted to spend the day on temple square. So after we hunted Holli down at her job (I pretty much have an amazing sense of direction when I want to), we headed out. Can I just say that driving in Salt Lake is pretty much insane and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Seriously, it's ridiculous. Anyway, so by the time we got there we were practically starving so we ate at the Nauvoo Cafe. I didn't even know it existed, but it was pretty darn good. Anyway after that we decided to go see the Joseph Smith movie. That is one of the most amazing films ever made. The spirit is so strong while you're watching it. I'm pretty sure we all looked like total wrecks when we came out, but hey, it's okay. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaWTyV3OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/C5r6sWP0YXo/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaWTyV3OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/C5r6sWP0YXo/s200/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284169194822882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then we headed out and walked around temple square for a little while. Here is a picture of the three of us. We're just so darn cute, huh? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaZaWaLdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/t4ymav3fh9A/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaZaWaLdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/t4ymav3fh9A/s200/DSC00503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284222496320978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Holli and I decided to try to reenact a little adventure from the summer time.  As you can see it was pretty much successful. Yeah, we're just neat.... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaZ15Ev6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/_Y9ZgcHhK8U/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyaZ15Ev6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/_Y9ZgcHhK8U/s200/DSC00504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304284229889474466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's me and Robyn on temple square. I just kind of like that kid. It was fun to get away and just hang out for the day. Plus I think we have a much deeper bond after singing together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZybQB4B6PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/URyym78iV7w/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZybQB4B6PI/AAAAAAAAAZg/URyym78iV7w/s200/DSC00508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304285160819255538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's me and Holli. I think she really appreciates when I hug her arm. :) It was a fantastic day and I'm so glad I got to see Holli. She's such a great friend and I love just being able to talk to her. It was hard to have to go home so soon. I just love her to death!!&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was a great couple of weekends!! It was a lot of fun and I'm glad I got to see Holli TWICE!!&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/7179124528267718638-8247601348361814997?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/8247601348361814997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=8247601348361814997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8247601348361814997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8247601348361814997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-never-have-too-much-holli.html' title='You Can Never Have Too Much Holli!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SZyWPe7oOaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JX8BW2dxUJg/s72-c/Em+and+Holli+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5011962692885327323</id><published>2009-01-20T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:02:44.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Rexburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am back in Rexburg! It feels so weird being here, but totally exciting at the same time. So it was pretty entertaining when I got here and saw Wendy. It was like a special surprise! I was pretty much hoping that I would get to see her pregnant and I totally got to!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYu5XadJ7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/g33W0Zr9UMM/s200/DSC00464.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293469975092996018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Here is a picture of my first day back. Even though she was about to pop Wendy even helped me unpack! Isn't she a doll?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYyYdPEpxI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nTgWWyHSTpk/s200/IMGP4155.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293473807766693650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is me and my best friend Evan.  I don't care what everyone else in the family says, no matter what they do he is always going to like me the best because I visit him the most. It doesn't even matter how many baby hogs try to steal his affection away because we already had a deep conversation and agreed that we would always have the greatest bond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYwPFZjTuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RiFc5x-sZrE/s200/Rexburg+065.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293471447726116578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katie and my mom stayed for about a week and a half after we got here so they could be here when Wendy popped. I think Katie secretly enjoys being here. I also thinks she enjoys spending the night at my apartment and witnessing my weirdo behavior. She pretty much already knew about it so it probably wasn't that much of a shock! Anyway I just love that kid and I'm so glad she got to spend some time here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXlH4UuvZzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HmuESeNAynw/s200/Rexburg+063.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294341869913728818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't me and my mama just so cute?!? Can I just say that I have the greatest mom in the world. No joke. She can pretty much fix anything and she pretty much knows everything. I don't know what I'd do without her! It was fun having her here when I started school. I miss her now though!! Good thing she's coming back soon for Evan's blessing!!!! (Though I think she is secretly just coming so she can see me...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYwPbaA0rI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Ll5ts7-g6bo/s200/Rexburg+072.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293471453633630898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wendy is a special kid. You may think this photo is slightly strange, but I am clearly serving her. That's pretty much my job. Enough said about that I think. She's so crazy, but she is pretty much a fantastic mom. She's just so cute with a baby! She's such a good sister too. She totally lets me whine all the time.  Not many people can put up with that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYvivLIDWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/k8gYA_vhxbk/s200/DSCN2909.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293470685845785954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is me all ready for my first day of school. It's practically like first grade all over again. I even got all my school supplies ready the night before....okay it wasn't that excessive, but whatever. Don't worry though, I didn't dress like that for school... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYwA8WD00I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Aq-_DHWpYqk/s200/Rexburg+042.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293471204777382722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is me pretending to study. Sometimes I like to do that. Robyn and Katie are also pretending. It was kind of like a bond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYvMgt8UzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5meKgyoaG0s/s200/DSC00471.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293470304008164146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is me with my favorite Robyn Wright that I know. (She's actually the only Robyn Wright I know, but I don't think that is really the point right now.) I kinda like that kid. She always has me laughing. I'm just glad she's my roommate!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danny and Sissy are here too, but obviously they don't find it very important to take pictures with me. It's okay though. I still like them. It's fun having them here. I love running into Sissy on campus and she even acknowledges that she knows me! How great is that? I just love both of them! Plus they are totally some of the funniest funny people I know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So anyway, everything around here is going pretty well. I'm finally starting to get back into the routine of being at school and going to class. I really like my ward here. My bishop from last Winter is still bishop so that's nice. So anyway I'm just having so much fun and I'm so excited to be back in Rexburg!!&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/7179124528267718638-5011962692885327323?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5011962692885327323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5011962692885327323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5011962692885327323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5011962692885327323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-rexburg.html' title='Back In Rexburg'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SXYu5XadJ7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/g33W0Zr9UMM/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6456029249210684829</id><published>2009-01-01T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:29:55.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts and Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I got my hair cut. My Sissy is just so nice that she does it for me whenever I ask! (I just like her a lot. I'd like her if she didn't cut my hair. I swear.) So here is me after my haircut. You may notice my face is glowing...No idea what happened there....Katie took it...blame her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286453764957641266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SV1BsL3TmjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Z9GqIYtz1GY/s200/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well then after that I decided I might want some bangs. Not real ones, but the ones that go on the side. I was informed that they are called "swoopy bangs". I still don't believe this. Besides a certain few, no one else I have asked knows what swoopy bangs are. I'm just saying, if everyone doesn't know that's probably not what they are really called. Anyway.... So I never got senior pictures taken. Mostly because I refused to go. But my mom practically forced me to go before I go back to school (and before I get way too old), so I went today. I also got my bangs cut. I don't know how well you can see my haircut and bangs with the curly hair, but here I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SV1Bs1y0jBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/BfJ5pPF472Y/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286453776213117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SV1Bs1y0jBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/BfJ5pPF472Y/s200/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pictures turned out pretty okay I suppose. I'm not much a fan of getting pictures taken. It makes my face hurt. Maybe I just have a grouchy face all the time and so when I smile too much it just makes it hurt. Who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, just a little update....three more days and I'll be on my way to Rexburg! Crazy, huh?!&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/7179124528267718638-6456029249210684829?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6456029249210684829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6456029249210684829' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6456029249210684829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6456029249210684829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2009/01/haircuts-and-pictures.html' title='Haircuts and Pictures'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SV1BsL3TmjI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Z9GqIYtz1GY/s72-c/DSC00457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5969999848852942090</id><published>2008-12-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:28:26.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>So I am officially finished with both jobs! I can't even tell you what a relief that is. However, I have found myself somewhat bored the last few days. And now I'm totally thrown off because every day feels like Saturday! It's okay though...I'll get over it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I leave for Rexburg on Sunday! (Or before that if someone decides to pop without proper notice) I must say I am getting pretty excited! It seems like I've been away from school for so long, but it also seems like time just flew by and I shouldn't be going back to school yet! I am totally ready to go back to school though, but I'm really gonna miss the fam!! It's been great being home and having them around all the time. Of course, with a certain person hogging all the attention, I'm sure they will be in Rexburg quite often this year! :) Anyway that is about all that is going on right now. I'm just packing and getting ready to head out! I'll try to update soon, I promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5969999848852942090?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5969999848852942090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5969999848852942090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5969999848852942090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5969999848852942090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/12/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5440723847435118359</id><published>2008-12-20T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:09:47.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Houses, Christmas Socks, Sock Gloves and Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Aside from working, my life actually has been pretty eventful the last few weeks. Mostly just doing stuff for Christmas, but I just love Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So first Katie and I made gingerbread houses (out of graham crackers, but graham cracker houses doesn't sound nearly as cool). This proved to be a pretty great adventure. And a very great lack of sleep was added to the mix. I must say they did turn out pretty great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0qy0bQH7I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6sZ4d1iNois/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281925939857824466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0rqE8lmtI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RymESLRqjBc/s200/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; I look like a total pro, huh? Yeah, it's like totally one of my bestest skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281925951684672514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0rqxAU_AI/AAAAAAAAAVg/CxAzDB3eZeg/s200/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Katie is practically a pro too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281925976473795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0rsNWg_MI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Jw2dk-cjSWU/s200/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of me biting pretzels to make them the right size to put on my house. Katie thought this was totally hilarious and continued to laugh at me everytime I did it. I don't know what was so funny, I had to make them the right size somehow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281926004820113362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0rt28zd9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/zFmATgoqw20/s200/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my beautiful finished house. I would like to point out my Sour Patch Kid Santa and Hersheys Kiss Reindeer on the roof. These were practically inspired. Though Katie also continued to laugh at them, though this time it was probably with good reasoning. Santa was a little bit special looking. But anyway, it has been a few years since I've made one, but these were totally way fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, Christmas socks. I personally believe that there is nothing greater than Christmas socks. I wear them all year round. Some people judge me because I say that it doesn't matter what color they are, as long as they are both Christmas socks they have the same theme and it doesn't matter. See:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281928651646442722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0uH7JYHOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dQHXeH0u_DI/s200/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These clearly match! I don't know what everyone is talking about! Also, I love Christmas socks so much I bought three more pairs this week! Isn't that GREAT? Next comes my sock gloves. Here's a picture so you can get an image before I continue with the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281928655888464674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0uIK8wOyI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1w6c9gN7wsI/s200/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; You may be wondering about my sanity, but I swear it was with good reasoning. My hands are totally dry because of the crazy weather. (Not that you needed to know that, but it clearly has to do with the story.) So no matter how much lotion I put on my crazy hands, they just weren't even getting better! In fact they were getting worse!! My very wise and intelligent mother suggested that I put lotion on and then socks to keep the moisture in. Well it totally worked, but let's just say that I was pretty much traumatized in my sleep when I kept waking up and realizing there were socks on my hands...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So guess what?!? It totally snowed here! Like a lot! It never snows here and if it does it lasts for like five seconds. So I decided it was the best idea for me to play in the snow. Well I had to work the first day it snowed, but Katie went out and made this gigantic snowball! Even though I'm short, this should give you a nice visual of how massive it was!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281931610789734210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0w0K0HZ0I/AAAAAAAAAWI/VmNMf0e3o2I/s200/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281931616723216162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0w0g6xJyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/DlDxmEK-ac4/s200/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well we decided with such a massive snowball we might as well make a snow slide out of it. We have done this in previous years (with an inch of snow), but this one turned out a little bigger. Still kinda puny, but it wasn't even our fault! The snow was too powdery!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281931625394052418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0w1BODnUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nodCvE8zcl8/s200/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is me preparing to go down. No judging my flyaway hair. I can't even help it!! Anyway, I love the snow and it was totally fun to go out in it!! However, we'll see if I still love the snow once I'm back in Rexburg!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Speaking of Rexburg, I head back to school in two weeks! Isn't that craziness?!? Time has totally flown by the last few months!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, that's about it for now. I'm just finishing up work (my last day is the 27th Whoohoo!!) and getting ready to go back to school. And since I probably won't update before then (because I'm a slacker) MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5440723847435118359?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5440723847435118359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5440723847435118359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5440723847435118359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5440723847435118359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-houses-christmas-socks-sock.html' title='Gingerbread Houses, Christmas Socks, Sock Gloves and Snow!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SU0rqE8lmtI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RymESLRqjBc/s72-c/DSC00428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-8913673888663644150</id><published>2008-11-30T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:03:47.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins For A Day</title><content type='html'>So I'm lucky enough to have a sister who will humor my somewhat crazy ideas. Yesterday Katie and I were "twins for a day". I insisted that we do this, and she readily agreed. I'm pretty sure it's because she wants to be exactly like me because frankly, I am her coolest sister. Don't get mad at me. I can't help it. Anyway here was the result. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634693256766642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/STNETquFZLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TodOB6aiDew/s200/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634705280509458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/STNEUXgxJhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/sZF4504nR7A/s200/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634708815556530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/STNEUkrlr7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/7_nJwrPIf8I/s200/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After a few minutes I realized my hair was being freaky and decided that the only way to tame it was to put it into braids. I told Katie she had to too or it was totally ruining our matchy matchy twin-ness. She was pretty cooperative about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634720436446706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/STNEVP-OZfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/09JRAatKk98/s200/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also I tried to be nice and bond with Kennady, but every time the flash went off she turned away...I was pretty upset by this. Don't even think it is because she doesn't like me. She was just confused....obviously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274634727511460290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/STNEVqVCicI/AAAAAAAAAUw/sAdv1wJu_C0/s200/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, we even put up our Christmas tree yesterday, which I just love love love!! Christmas is just my favorite!! It was pretty much just a super fantastic day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-8913673888663644150?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/8913673888663644150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=8913673888663644150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8913673888663644150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8913673888663644150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/11/twins-for-day.html' title='Twins For A Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/STNETquFZLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TodOB6aiDew/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-530646590681272800</id><published>2008-11-23T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:04:30.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>Some people find it necessary to punish me. I'm not sure why, but they think it's okay to just tag me anytime they want. Luckily this tag was a quick one, so I didn't have to think too hard about it. Anyway, here goes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272000522883285458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SSnoixYhwdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6cbbX-lSm34/s200/Kims+Mission+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 4th file on my laptop happens to be mission pictures of my sister Kim. (This could have been bad news for me knowing what pictures of me look like, so thank you Kimsy!!) Anyway, this is a picture of Kim playing chess. I'm pretty sure it's one of her best skills. Not even kidding. She's pretty much a total pro. Kim is on her mission in Switzerland right now. She's been gone for just over a year. I'm pretty sure you don't realize just how much you're going to miss someone until they aren't around anymore, but it's okay. She's doing what she should be. I'm just so proud of her and I just love her so so soooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is where I'm supposed to tag people, but I'm a bit afraid. I don't want to be cursed for the rest of time. Also pictures of me could appear and I'm a bit afraid of that...oh well...I can take it....so I guess I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Joey&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and David&lt;br /&gt;Danny and Sissy&lt;br /&gt;(I figure my fam has to love me either way, so even if they curse me they still have to like me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-530646590681272800?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/530646590681272800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=530646590681272800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/530646590681272800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/530646590681272800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SSnoixYhwdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6cbbX-lSm34/s72-c/Kims+Mission+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-189007844539496331</id><published>2008-11-12T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:52:31.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Water With A Spoon</title><content type='html'>Now before I get into the oh so exciting story that explains the title of this post, let me just give you a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Monday I registered for classes! It was pretty exciting because it felt like school is actually getting closer!! Anyway, I ended up getting all my classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. This was the original plan, it had to be adjusted a little, but I totally have Tuesdays and Thursdays off! So, I'm taking Early Childhood Development, Ethics, The Family, Marriage (which I'm clearly needing right now :P) and Teachings of the Living Prophets. I think it's gonna be a pretty fantastic semester. Plus I'm gonna room with Robyn Wright which is just gonna make it even more fantastic! I'm just getting so so excited for school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Tuesday was a pretty big adventure. I got the flu at work and got sent home. You probably don't wanna know all the details about it, but too bad. So, apparently the drive home was just too much. I was forced to pull over and throw up on the side of the road. (Bri I got a small glimpse into your life that completely consists of puking on the side of the road and I pretty much feel bad for you.) Anyway, this wouldn't have been so bad except I waited too long to stop and ended up stopping in front of the Post Office. Luckily it was early enough in the morning that it was still closed, but people were still outside anyway. So not only was I forced to puke on the side of the road, but I had an audience. I suppose it's okay. I guess I'm just famous now. Anyway enough of that. I'm doing much better now, so all is well!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SRzkrhCQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/sTC3JLuHY2w/s1600-h/DSCN2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268337100369962994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SRzkrhCQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/sTC3JLuHY2w/s200/DSCN2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I've just been working and chilling with the fam lately. Here is a picture of me and my best friend Kennady. You may think that those big eyes means she's scared of me, but you're confused. She's just really excited is all. If she was really scared of me she'd be crying...right?? I was convinced that I dropped out of her best friend spot for a while there, but we're totally best friends again, so no worries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SRzkrGVZltI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sySYzszuZ2k/s1600-h/Moms+Camera+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268337093202515666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SRzkrGVZltI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sySYzszuZ2k/s200/Moms+Camera+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, moving on. I think this picture of Katie and me is appropriate for right here because the story that goes with the title of this post is all about her. So I'm just sitting on the couch watching TV (Don't judge. Sick people can do whatever they want.) and I glance over at Katie and I had to do a double take. We have these straws that have this little spoon that hooks on the end. The spoon can probably hold about as much as those red Dairy Queen spoon/straws. Anyway, the crazy kid is shoveling water into her mouth as fast as she can off of this spoon/straw. At first I just stare at her, which of course she doesn't even notice. And then I just busted up laughing. This could probably be in the top 10 funniest things I've ever seen in my life. Now I know we've all probably done this sometime in our lives (we all know I have, but usually it was juice), but her speed and concentration were very unusual...That's all I'm saying. So it was pretty much the highlight of like my whole week. I'm pretty sure she lives to entertain me. (Even though when I jump on her to wake her up she probably wishes I wasn't around for her to entertain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's about all for now. So, as Hunter would say "Peace out! See ya later alligator!!"&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/7179124528267718638-189007844539496331?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/189007844539496331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=189007844539496331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/189007844539496331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/189007844539496331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/11/eating-water-with-spoon.html' title='Eating Water With A Spoon'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SRzkrhCQJ_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/sTC3JLuHY2w/s72-c/DSCN2790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-7639913091107395440</id><published>2008-11-04T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:31:08.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day Excitement</title><content type='html'>So apparently you're never too young to start discussing politics. I opened the daycare this morning and just as I was getting breakfast served I walked into the middle of a very heated discussion between two of my 6-year olds. They were discussing who they were going to vote for for President. (I was unaware that 6 year olds could vote now, but I guess I'm just out of the loop.) So, the little girl says, "I'm voting for John McCain." (Oh and P.S., when I was six I didn't even know who was running for president. Or their first and last name for that matter) So the little boy apparently was not happy with her choice, but was a little confused as to who he supported so he turned to me and said "Teacher what's that other guys name?" Unaware of what I was getting myself into I answered "Obama?" Then he was pretty excited, "Oh right, Rock Obama." Trying not to laugh, and kindly correct him, I simply said "Barack Obama." "Right," he said, and then mumbled something that sort of resembled Barack Obama. Anyway, the little girl was pretty much appalled at this and let it be known. In a disgusted voice she said, "I'm not gonna vote for him, he's mean." How she knows this, I don't know. But now I know better than to have a political discussion with 6 year olds. Wow...the daycare is just way too much for me these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-7639913091107395440?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/7639913091107395440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=7639913091107395440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7639913091107395440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7639913091107395440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-excitement.html' title='Election Day Excitement'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1693279471461973157</id><published>2008-10-26T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:17:04.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Them Crazy Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I FINALLY got the pictures I have practically been waiting my whole life for! :) So to fill you in on my all too exciting life, I totally got to go visit Holli and Robyn!! Holli happened to be coming to Washington for her sister's open house and Robyn Wright totally loves whenever I visit (since I'm clearly her favorite), so I took the day off and headed up to Snohomish. It pretty much just made me way way too excited!! And since it was so exciting to my life I'm going to give you a play by play of my whole trip.... Okay not really...don't get all upset about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I pretty much had to get up early so I could take Katie on her paper route before I went. (And let me just tell you, I got rid of my paper route a long long time ago, and now I am remembering what a great idea that was). So I headed up there pretty early, but I stopped at my grandma's house on the way and we went grocery shopping. That was a total bond. I was supposed to be at Holli's house around 10:30 and at 10:20 I was just leaving my grandma's house. But I thought to myself "It's okay, it shouldn't take more than 30 minutes to get there. Holli won't care." Well 30 minutes turned into almost an hour. I &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUh2oC5kFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JPjCrMnFAVk/s1600-h/Holli_and_friends3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648961998524498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUh2oC5kFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JPjCrMnFAVk/s200/Holli_and_friends3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty much got lost like 10 times, for real. After making 5 wrong turns (not really my fault, the street mapquest told me to turn on doesn't even exist!) I decided to call Holli. This turned out to be an adventurous plan. You know what the first thing she said was?? "What do you see? Have you passed a park yet?" And you know what I was thinking? "Have I passed a park yet?!?! I've been lost for the last 15 minutes! I wasn't even watching for a park!" Good news though, right then I got to the park and was able to find her house. I was feeling pretty bad about getting lost, but was assured that everyone gets lost in that neighborhood so I shouldn't even feel bad. Yeah, streets that change names in the middle really aren't my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I hung out with Holli for a while. We pretty much had a total bond. :) I was pretty much just way way excited to see her! I've just missed that crazy kid a lot! After a while Robyn came to Holli's house. Let me just tell you, I don't know if I can handle both of them at once. It's pretty crazy. We're all insane. We all hung out for a while. It was pretty much just fun fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUh3YW7FCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J61BUGcTBXs/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261648974967411746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUh3YW7FCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/J61BUGcTBXs/s200/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stayed the night at Robyn's house and went to church with her the next day. It was fun to be able to stay and not feel rushed to get home. I hadn't seen her in a while either and it was just fantastic to spend time with her! Although following her out to her house was a little tricky. Some people just can't maintain a speed. :) It was okay though, because the next day she followed me to my grandma's and it turns out that I can't either. It's pretty much a bond now. We could totally start a club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Sunday, Robyn and I drove down to my grandma's house for dinner. (Yes I cooked. I know that's hard to believe, but I actually can do it!) So we spent some time with Matt and my grandma. It was a lot of fun. I haven't been up there in a while. All in all it was just a pretty amazingly fantastic weekend! I just love both of those crazy kids and I'm glad I got to go visit them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650528768985634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUjR0uFiiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4CBoo3uM3xo/s200/Holli_and_friends4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUh4puhC0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/vbLezHtgEWs/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650543940480946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUjStPQL7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/qCkXxYHWpPY/s200/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261651700403935842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUkWBZoGmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EN00PtYgXOk/s200/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1693279471461973157?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1693279471461973157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1693279471461973157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1693279471461973157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1693279471461973157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/10/visit-to-them-crazy-kids.html' title='A Visit to Them Crazy Kids'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SQUh2oC5kFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/JPjCrMnFAVk/s72-c/Holli_and_friends3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-2875400592873911563</id><published>2008-10-25T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:01:10.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>I swear an update is coming soon. It would be here now, but unfortunately a certain person has yet to send me pictures, even though she PROMISED she'd send them really fast. I'm not mad or anything.&lt;br /&gt;So, since I know your whole life revolves around me, you can just be looking for an update really soon. Please try to contain your excitement. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-2875400592873911563?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/2875400592873911563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=2875400592873911563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2875400592873911563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2875400592873911563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5254857604412947527</id><published>2008-10-04T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:31:23.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Lights In Stores</title><content type='html'>Today when I got to work they sent me to do returns. I didn't mind this because it makes time go by way faster. The only problem was that this little adventure was almost detrimental to my future. I tell ya, traffic in stores is insane (cart traffic that is). I was almost part of several collisions. Luckily my quick like a bunny reflexes were working splendidly and I was able to stop before anything serious occurred. After the first couple of almost accidents, I thought to myself "It'd be great if there were traffic lights in here." (you have a lot of time to think when you're walking around trying to find a place for something that clearly has no place at all) Of course after I thought this I kind of laughed to myself at the craziness of the idea. However, the more I thought about it, the better it seemed. Now I realize that there will never be traffic lights in stores. (Though I might become a millionaire one day when I invent them) But good news is, I thought of a great method to keep myself safe. As I am approaching an intersection I will simply yell "Look out, I'm not gonna stop!" or "I'm coming, don't hit me!" This way if a collision does occur, I will not be at fault because I told them what I was doing. Traffic lights would be more convenient for the safety of all shoppers, but I just don't see it happening in the near future. So, you can just feel free to use this method anytime you want. You'll feel much safer after you do. I know you'll make the right choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5254857604412947527?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5254857604412947527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5254857604412947527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5254857604412947527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5254857604412947527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/10/traffic-lights-in-stores.html' title='Traffic Lights In Stores'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-2899245499595624624</id><published>2008-09-19T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:23:55.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm A Slacker</title><content type='html'>So I've totally been slacking when it comes to updating, but I plead temporary insanity. Okay not really, but my life seems to consist of working and sleeping of late and I just haven't found the time to write. Lucky for you I just got off of work and I have to wind down before I can go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SNSVV5Ox70I/AAAAAAAAAOI/KQ5bon6gKvw/s1600-h/DSCN2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247983669166075714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SNSVV5Ox70I/AAAAAAAAAOI/KQ5bon6gKvw/s200/DSCN2730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've just been working, working, working. The daycare in the morning and KMart at night. It's working out pretty okay so far. The good news is I'm acquiring some pretty amazing skills. Not only are my cashier skills skyrocketing, but I'm also becoming a pro pizza box folder. Yeah, not even kidding. It's like a natural talent. Anyway, I took a picture of me in my KMart "uniform" (just for you Wendy). Just don't enjoy it too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daycare is still a-okay as always. Kids are just funny. Sometimes I have to keep myself from laughing when they're supposed to be in trouble. It's just hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much else has been going on lately. Bri and the boys just went home. I must admit, I do miss the "See ya later alligator. Peace out. Love you mostest." that was screamed at me as I was driving down the street heading to work. That was just a joy. I also miss the "MAMA!" waking me up on days I actually got to sleep in. Some children just don't know how to whisper. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's about it. I wish I had something totally amazing to report. I'll try to do something soon that will totally astound everyone. I'm actually gonna do it...for real this time...you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-2899245499595624624?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/2899245499595624624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=2899245499595624624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2899245499595624624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2899245499595624624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-im-slacker.html' title='So, I&apos;m A Slacker'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SNSVV5Ox70I/AAAAAAAAAOI/KQ5bon6gKvw/s72-c/DSCN2730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-4433958250720186571</id><published>2008-08-30T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:06:21.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>So I realize it's been a while, but there isn't really much to update on. I figured I'd give it a whirl anyway. I've pretty much just been working. Lately I've been opening at the daycare. They open at 5:30 a.m. which has forced me to wake up at about 4:15 (and also go to bed early, which has never been a skill of mine!). I must say this was a struggle at first. But I guess you get used to it after a while. I'm probably going to be opening everyday from now on so I'm gonna have to get used to it! I'm also working at KMart 3-4 nights a week. I've actually only worked one day so far, but I think it's going to be a pretty okay job. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SLlhJbWnuDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/U7-DJZ7d_XE/s1600-h/Kennady%27s+blessing+day+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240326456011634738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SLlhJbWnuDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/U7-DJZ7d_XE/s200/Kennady%27s+blessing+day+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fam came for Kennady's blessing. That was pretty fantastic. It was weird not having Wendy and Kim here!! It turned out to be a fun time with the family though. And it pretty much established the fact that I'm Kennady's favorite. Look at the face. It screams favorite, huh? Yeah, I know it does. Anyway, it was a classic family gathering. The dinner conversation is never dull. I'm sure if anyone listened in they'd think we were nut jobs! Which we kind of are..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SLlhJgNIZLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/I-HSsHMV9QI/s1600-h/Kennady%27s+blessing+day+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240326457314010290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SLlhJgNIZLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/I-HSsHMV9QI/s200/Kennady%27s+blessing+day+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway moving on. So most people wouldn't think this is important to note, but in my life it is.&lt;strong&gt; I went swimming&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I know this isn't a big deal, but I have been on a swimming strike for the last couple of years. No reason really, I just didn't go. Well it was just too hot a couple weeks ago, so I decided maybe I could try it again. As you can see by my face, after swimming with Hunter I was kind of having second thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's about all for now. If anything exciting happens I'll be sure to let you know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-4433958250720186571?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/4433958250720186571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=4433958250720186571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4433958250720186571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4433958250720186571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SLlhJbWnuDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/U7-DJZ7d_XE/s72-c/Kennady%27s+blessing+day+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1614792727079900104</id><published>2008-08-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:29:06.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>Not much is going on still. I'm pretty much just working, working, working. I'm liking working at the daycare. The kids are pretty entertaining. Like the boy who was crying hysterically because someone stole his imaginary pizza and the little girl who every five minutes says to me "Who are you?" It's pretty great. I also have a job interview on Monday, so we'll see how that goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SKRO2oBQosI/AAAAAAAAANw/cQl-mXecxPs/s1600-h/DSCN2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234395367273964226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SKRO2oBQosI/AAAAAAAAANw/cQl-mXecxPs/s200/DSCN2642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Bri and the boys are here now. That's totally an adventure. Those kids have more energy than I remember them having...It's okay though, because they're like the funniest kids on the planet! They always have me laughing. Joe and Sarah came the other day with Kennady. Hunter just loves her and is constantly wanting to look at her. I just happened to be holding her when mom decided to take our picture. Unfortunately Kennady doesn't appear to be too excited about it! (Don't think she doesn't like me. I'm like her favoritest ever!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also most of the fam is set to be here this weekend! Dan and Amanda should be here tomorrow and Matt and Grandma probably on Saturday! Pretty much the whole family will be here! (well except for Kim, but she can't really be blamed...and Wendy is pretending like she can't even come...some people...I tell ya...) :) Anyway, I'm like totally excited!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it for now. Not much else exciting going on. I'll keep you posted though. Wouldn't want to exclude you from anything that might possibly be exciting!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1614792727079900104?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1614792727079900104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1614792727079900104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1614792727079900104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1614792727079900104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SKRO2oBQosI/AAAAAAAAANw/cQl-mXecxPs/s72-c/DSCN2642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6998981865383903025</id><published>2008-08-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:59:21.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Squirrel Skills</title><content type='html'>So, I'm just getting pretty mad. Word on the street is that people are doubting that I have amazing squirrel skills. Why would someone say that you may ask? Well I just don't know. Just because you were not aware that I had acquired them, doesn’t mean I don’t have them. Let me just tell you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s an interesting story really. It all started last semester. It was a blustery day and dear Robyn and I were venturing back to our apartment. As we rounded the corner we noticed some animal tracks in the snow. Robyn determined that they were from a squirrel. That is when I decided I should probably tell her. She had been a good roommate thus far and I felt she deserved to know. I told her the tracks were from me. She seemed confused at first, but then I think she finally realized that I was, in fact, a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SJjpEAonmnI/AAAAAAAAANo/sB3TIxgFouA/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231187222289947250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SJjpEAonmnI/AAAAAAAAANo/sB3TIxgFouA/s200/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took her a while to come to grips with it. I think it just frightened her that she’d been living with a squirrel all that time and she didn’t even know. Once she realized that I wasn’t going to kill her in her sleep, I think she felt better about the whole situation. She even drew a picture of me (the squirrel me, not the human me). And let me tell you, when Robyn draws a picture it is serious business. This just proves that I do in fact have the magical skills of a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I suppose you're wondering why I now appear to be a person. Well you see, the squirrel world is a difficult one. Of course I was the most powerful one of all, but I felt the need to step down and let someone else have a turn (cuz I'm all about sharing). That is why my squirrel days were so short lived. But, CLEARLY I still have all the magical skills I had acquired while I was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you see that there was no reason to doubt me at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-6998981865383903025?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6998981865383903025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6998981865383903025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6998981865383903025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6998981865383903025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/08/magical-squirrel-skills.html' title='Magical Squirrel Skills'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SJjpEAonmnI/AAAAAAAAANo/sB3TIxgFouA/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-2508196242803692268</id><published>2008-08-02T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:26:45.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretend Update</title><content type='html'>So today I thought that I should probably update, but then I thought "Em, what are you gonna write about, you don't do anything?" But unfortunately I still feel the need to update so just pretend this is interesting, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much started work. That's a grand adventure. It's kind of been hit and miss, but it looks like I have a normal schedule this week which I'm pretty psyched about! Sometimes I fear that the children will all gang up and attack me. This wouldn't be frightening except for the fact that if they actually did it I wouldn't stand a chance. It's okay, apparently my facial expressions are intimidating enough.&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much all I'm doing these days. All the fam is coming soon which I'm totally excited about. I hope it's not a struggle. It's sometimes hard to interact with adults when you spend your whole day with children...Ah well, some things can't be helped. Hunter will still like me so all is well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's pretty much it. Stay tuned for more exciting times from my life...Just waring you though, the wait could be long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-2508196242803692268?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/2508196242803692268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=2508196242803692268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2508196242803692268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2508196242803692268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/08/pretend-update.html' title='A Pretend Update'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5430109081220101053</id><published>2008-07-27T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:30:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Bri-en</title><content type='html'>So some people are like the biggest crybabies on the planet. Just because every little thing on your blog isn't about them, they throw a fit. This is why I have created this here post. Here goes. Ode to Bri-en:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G9xO086I/AAAAAAAAAMs/92clZw4f7t4/s1600-h/DSCN0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912769448506274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G9xO086I/AAAAAAAAAMs/92clZw4f7t4/s200/DSCN0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bri-en is my sister&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty much neat&lt;br /&gt;Even though she has&lt;br /&gt;Kind of weird feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty darn cool&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty darn funny&lt;br /&gt;If she could run&lt;br /&gt;She'd be quick like a bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G-dnN63I/AAAAAAAAAM8/EswJqC9bmWc/s1600-h/DSCN0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912781361965938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G-dnN63I/AAAAAAAAAM8/EswJqC9bmWc/s200/DSCN0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call her Bri-en&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why&lt;br /&gt;I can't even call her anything different&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I could try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty much crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like the craziest by far&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad she doesn't have&lt;br /&gt;A Harry Potter scar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G-XwrnhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kiTI6C3i718/s1600-h/P1000707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227912779791048210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G-XwrnhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kiTI6C3i718/s200/P1000707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pretty much love her&lt;br /&gt;Just like a ton&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty much fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Ask anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I cannot be punished for any pictures that appear in this post. Bri...you can't even be mad because it's all about you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5430109081220101053?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5430109081220101053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5430109081220101053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5430109081220101053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5430109081220101053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/07/ode-to-bri-en.html' title='Ode to Bri-en'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SI1G9xO086I/AAAAAAAAAMs/92clZw4f7t4/s72-c/DSCN0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6306851391451931783</id><published>2008-07-21T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:58:25.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SIUGXIBxFyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h_EAWZke_zQ/s1600-h/DSCN2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225589936994981666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SIUGXIBxFyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h_EAWZke_zQ/s200/DSCN2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So good news, I'm home! It was a pretty uneventful trip. We were supposed to leave at 11:00 on Friday and CLEARLY I was ready on time...some people...they can't even get out of bed on time to get ready...Wendy would probably tell you that it was because she was driving me around, but this is a lie. She just didn't pack on time. So after I was done being in a rage about that, the day was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at Bri's house on Saturday night. I was very pleased to see Sugar running around outside when I got there. Everyone knows I don't even like that dog. And she wiped her snot on my shirt, which made me dislike her even more. I quickly forgot about this though because Hunter ran out to say hi to me!! I pretty much just love that kid! He's hilarious! We hit a little rough patch when he told me that I could sleep out in Wendy and David's car, but once he actually decided I could sleep in his room all was well. Tanner pretended like he was happy to see me although I don't know if he even remembers me. He did a good job of pretending though. We were pretty much best friends by the time I left. I miss those crazy kids already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SIUGW5SxT5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ONgZXIWD1uY/s1600-h/DSCN2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225589933039767442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SIUGW5SxT5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/ONgZXIWD1uY/s200/DSCN2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Saturday we drove from Bri's to my lovely home. I pretty much drove the whole way and I can't even complain about it since I did it by choice. But we made it home AND in time for dinner. (Everyone said we wouldn't make it, but they just forgot about my mad driving skills). Anyway, we got home and like the whole fam was practically here. (except for Kim, Bri and Kyle and Danny and Sissy. You may think that is a lot of people missing, but when you have like 500 kids it's not that many). I totally got to see Kennady for the first time, which I was pretty pumped about! She's such a doll! She's so tiny! We're best friends already. Wendy might tell you differently, but she's just jealous that Kennady likes me better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway I'm just chilling at home waiting to start work. I don't start until next week so I pretty much have nothing to do all week! It's so weird not doing homework, but I'm sure I can find other ways to occupy my time...Anyway...Until next time...Later Kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-6306851391451931783?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6306851391451931783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6306851391451931783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6306851391451931783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6306851391451931783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SIUGXIBxFyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h_EAWZke_zQ/s72-c/DSCN2628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3480702550399065264</id><published>2008-07-11T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:34:00.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?!? ROBYN CAME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzh7fYn6I/AAAAAAAAALk/Q066xEhOX2k/s1600-h/DSC00243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980425934118818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzh7fYn6I/AAAAAAAAALk/Q066xEhOX2k/s200/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Robyn totally came to visit me, pretty much because she just likes me that much. She acted like it was for the 4th of July and to visit Holli too, but I know what’s up. It was for me. I can’t help it if I’m her total absolute favorite.&lt;br /&gt;So Robyn and Wendy totally came to Children’s Lit with Holli and I on Thursday. I must say, it’s a struggle to have Wendy in class with you. Especially when she’s being funny. Good thing we were doing an in class activity because otherwise my teacher probably would have kicked us all out. Robyn seemed really into the class. I think she actually just liked the jokes in the kids magazines, but she seemed to be really enjoying &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgziSuHH-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sk5BEYem2ig/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980432169902050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgziSuHH-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sk5BEYem2ig/s200/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;herself so we just left her alone. It was a pretty exciting time. That night Robyn stared at me while she was sleeping and weirded me out again. (We all stayed at Holli’s house.)&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, which of course was the 4th of July, we went to Idaho Falls (or IF if you’re one of the cool kids). We spent the afternoon just chillin’ by the river. Holli had to do some homework, which consisted of reading (we don’t really blame her, sometimes she just can’t stop). Wendy decided it would be a joyous time to read out loud to Holli (don’t worry, it was a kids book. We don’t go sit by the river and read textbooks like weirdos). I must say, I’ve never &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzi3b1RaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/469-TgmfBO0/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980442025346466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzi3b1RaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/469-TgmfBO0/s200/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been so proud of Wendy. She’s such a good little reader. You just look at that picture and see for yourself. She’s got some real talent. We spent the rest of the day playing games and just hanging out. Then came time for the fireworks. We moved to where we could see them. This would have been a joyous time except someone had their dog there and it decided it wanted to go to the bathroom right next to us. Let me tell you, that wasn’t a pleasant smell. Let’s just say that I pretty much wanted to throw up. It pretty much ruined the whole firework show. Who takes their dogs places anyway? It’s not like they know it’s the 4th of July, so they aren’t going to be offended if you leave them home! Sometimes…ah well. It was still a pretty rockin’ day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgziCV0fiI/AAAAAAAAALs/9QnYa9NR4jE/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980427773050402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgziCV0fiI/AAAAAAAAALs/9QnYa9NR4jE/s200/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was pretty uneventful, we just kind of hung around all day. I did severely injure myself. You know that part on the door frame that the door latches into? Yeah well I was trying to be all nice and help Holli move a mattress and I totally smacked my arm on that little thing. Let’s just say that pain immediately shot up and down my arm and lasted for a few hours. I’m pretty mad about it. It left kind of an ugly mark. Well it wasn’t ugly in the beginning, but it definitely turned ugly (and is still ugly). It pretty much traumatized me. Oh wow, that was kind of a long tangent. Sorry, I’m done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzjuTU8YI/AAAAAAAAAME/yyh42CkPiAY/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980456753623426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzjuTU8YI/AAAAAAAAAME/yyh42CkPiAY/s200/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, Sunday Robyn and Holli came to church with me and Maren. I’m pretty sure it was the best day of Robyn’s life and I felt very privileged to be there to witness it. After church we took Robyn Robyn to the airport. You may think my exciting weekend ends there, but it doesn’t. Holli and I totally had a great bond when we got home. I’m not even kidding you. I’m like totally Holli’s favorite too. Everyone can say whatever they want, but I know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a pretty fantastic weekend. Unfortunately it went way too fast and now I’m back to school and approaching finals week! Lucky me, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-3480702550399065264?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3480702550399065264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3480702550399065264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3480702550399065264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3480702550399065264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-what-robyn-came.html' title='Guess what?!? ROBYN CAME!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SHgzh7fYn6I/AAAAAAAAALk/Q066xEhOX2k/s72-c/DSC00243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6398810760867823045</id><published>2008-07-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:29:54.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone!</title><content type='html'>I realize it has been an age since I updated, but my computer still isn't working. Good news though, Holli Child is such a doll that she's letting me use her computer! (Actually she bribed me, but I don't think that's the point right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmMuNoEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EhsfUUTAFQI/s1600-h/June+2008+FUN+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218265249488937026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmMuNoEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EhsfUUTAFQI/s200/June+2008+FUN+105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyway, Yellowstone. It was a pretty great adventure. We decided to get up early and go so we could see the animals (cos I guess they're out early. A little fun fact I didn't even know about. Tell your friends). This required me to wake up at 5:15. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, but Holli and I didn't go to bed at a decent hour and so it was a little difficult to get up that early. It's okay though. We lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmQWlNSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r00ueBwAAGY/s1600-h/yellowstone+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218265250463560994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmQWlNSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r00ueBwAAGY/s200/yellowstone+129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we pretty much saw lots of animals. That was pretty neat. It would have been cooler if I wasn't accused of being a liar when I told them I saw a buffalo. I think Holli and Sara were sorry when we turned around and there was totally a buffalo. I think they were just jealous of my amazing animal spotting eyes. Don't feel bad if you're not good at it. Not everyone can have that amazing talent. So yeah, we totally saw buffalo, elk, bears, a fox, and I'm sure something else really cool, but I'm having a hard time remembering right now. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmx2gg_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/cSHghq3nhMc/s1600-h/yellowstone+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218265259455841266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmx2gg_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/cSHghq3nhMc/s200/yellowstone+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pretty much got stuck behind a herd of buffalo for like 2 1/2 hours. That was an adventure. I must admit that I slept through most of it. However, when I was awake Holli did a very good job of entertaining me. Between the sideways ponytail and running next to the car, I couldn't complain about being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsBvRYfsWI/AAAAAAAAALE/nYMmGKG8LmU/s1600-h/yellowstone+157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218266504870474082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsBvRYfsWI/AAAAAAAAALE/nYMmGKG8LmU/s200/yellowstone+157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also ran into snow, IN JUNE! We thought it would be clever to stand in it and take pictures. Holli and Sara kept sinking. I started to sink, but then I whipped out my squirrel like abilities and was able to stay on the top. It was pretty amazing. Okay so maybe my squirrel like abilities weren't at their best. Let's just say we all had wet feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really remember what else we did. It was a while ago. (Okay like only a week, but I'm convinced I have memory loss). We all had a total bond. It was pretty much fun fun fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267916227087314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsDBbGIi9I/AAAAAAAAALM/PpdWnNG4re4/s200/June+2008+FUN+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267925784337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsDB-swmvI/AAAAAAAAALU/EuE9lC3Qnv4/s200/yellowstone+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267926249983282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsDCAbxzTI/AAAAAAAAALc/Wa1x0SmvW8o/s200/yellowstone+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-6398810760867823045?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6398810760867823045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6398810760867823045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6398810760867823045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6398810760867823045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SGsAmMuNoEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EhsfUUTAFQI/s72-c/June+2008+FUN+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1434053638981110962</id><published>2008-06-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:09:13.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rexburg "Slang"</title><content type='html'>So when I first arrived in Rexburg I often heard some terms that threw me off a bit. At first I thought that maybe the terms belonged to some secret club, but then I realized that everyone was saying them and clearly I was just out of the loop. Good news though, I've finally figured some of them out. Here's the 3 most common ones that I pretty much hear on a daily basis. (Study these carefully just in case you visit Rexburg in the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. "IF"&lt;br /&gt;Now most people would say that this says if. Those people would be wrong. What most people don't realize is that it's actually I.F. Who knew? Anyway, so it's really Idaho Falls. I.F., get it? Yeah, almost amazing. I must say this was the trickiest one in the beginning as I wasn't sure if I.F. was somewhere I actually wanted to go. But now I must say that I do refer to Idaho Falls in this way. Sometimes you just get sucked in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. "The Burg"&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't catch on already, this one refers to Rexburg. I would say it's an abbreviation for Rexburg, but it still has the same amount of syllables so you're not really saying it faster by calling it the Burg. I am pleased to report that I have never said this and will never say it. Frankly, it's weird. (If you by chance are reading this and have referred to Rexburg as the Burg, don't be upset. Just use this as a sign that you should probably stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. "Devo"&lt;br /&gt;Code for: Devotional. I must say that when I first heard this I vowed never to say it. It's pretty much because I thought it was kind of odd, but guess what? I got sucked in again! However I don't really feel bad for getting sucked in because unlike "the burg", devo is actually shorter than saying devotional. Plus sometimes I think that people don't know that it is actually called devotional and until you say devo they don't really know what you're talking about. It's kind of a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it. This is what happens to people who live in Rexburg for long periods of time. After a while you start to think it is normal until you say it to someone who doesn't live here and they think you're a freak. It's pretty much hard. Ah well, at least we're all weirdos together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1434053638981110962?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1434053638981110962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1434053638981110962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1434053638981110962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1434053638981110962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/06/rexburg-slang.html' title='Rexburg &quot;Slang&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1568726120505856180</id><published>2008-06-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:35:46.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I've just been way too adventurous lately. You know how I feel about leaving the apartment. It's just hard...Anyway...that's unimportant right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SE_6qqdmomI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EKeMjNB7AME/s1600-h/Broadway+Revue+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210658904750858850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SE_6qqdmomI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EKeMjNB7AME/s200/Broadway+Revue+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So first was Broadway Revue. This was pretty much amazing because my totally awesome friend/roommate Maren sang in it! Yeah she's like a total pro! She was even kind enough to talk to me after it was over so that everyone would know that I knew her. This pretty much makes me famous too. It's pretty cool having a famous friend/roommate. Also a little fun fact from this event, I was talking to Wendy and my gum totally fell out of my mouth onto the floor. Holli thought this was incredibly funny and found it necessary to take a picture of me picking it up. Yeah, she's just nice like that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210663263662642562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SE_-oYrKFYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ITmkSKww1bk/s200/Broadway+Revue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SE_6rSoyXbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KrYULyjY4JY/s1600-h/Guitars+Unplugged+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210658915535183282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SE_6rSoyXbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KrYULyjY4JY/s200/Guitars+Unplugged+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next was Guitars Unplugged. I had never been to this, but was informed that it was like the coolest thing ever. Clearly I'm just out of the loop. (Just FYI for all those people who are also out of the loop, Guitars Unplugged is students playing acoustic guitars and such. Hence the name). So anyway, a big group of us went. It was pretty darn fun. Even with Holli acting up the whole time... Unfortunately all the pictures of me turned out creepy, but I'll try to pick the best one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess what's next?...You'll never guess what it is because it's totally out of character for me, so I'll just tell you......It's.....the.....LIBRARY! (For anyone who has any previous knowledge of my homework skills, please just smile and nod at this paragraph.) So did you know how much homework you can get done if you go to the library? Let me tell you, it's quite a lot. I don't even get distracted there! (Except when Holli insists on plugging my headphones into her computer and having me listen to like 20 songs including Mr. Rogers and Barney.) Anyway, I'm thinking it's going to keep being a frequent occurrence. Well at least for this semester. I can't promise anything for winter because it will be cold and who wants to walk to the Library in the snow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little side note, I just looked out my window and it's snowing. On June 11th. This is a crazy town I tell you! CRAZY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just one more thing because this is just getting too long. So I gave the scripture in devotional yesterday. I willingly volunteered for this because I thought to myself "What the heck, I can do it!" I started having second thoughts as it got closer, but it all turned out okay and I didn't even get as nervous as I usually do. I know, it's a miracle. Yeah, so before it started I told Holli that I was worried I wasn't going to be able to see over the pulpit because it doesn't go up and down. She acted like it wasn't a big deal, but she's not the one that had to do it! So I start walking up to the pulpit and I realize that I really can't see over it. I would have laughed, but then I probably would have gotten struck down, so I just smiled to myself instead. After it was over Maren told me she could only see the top of my head over the pulpit so she had to look at the screen to see my face. Ah well, some people can't help that they're short...&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/7179124528267718638-1568726120505856180?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1568726120505856180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1568726120505856180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1568726120505856180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1568726120505856180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/06/fantastic-adventures.html' title='Fantastic Adventures'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SE_6qqdmomI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EKeMjNB7AME/s72-c/Broadway+Revue+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5206735312846583539</id><published>2008-06-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:21:48.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lex Luthor Strikes Again!</title><content type='html'>So I'm leaving my apartment building this morning, just minding my own business, and just as I'm getting to the stairs to go down something darts across my path. Well of course I jump cos I wasn't even paying attention, but once I saw who it was I almost screamed. There was Lex Luthor himself running down the stairs ahead of me. I assumed that he wasn't running away, but rather trying to get ahead so he could hide in the bushes and then attack me on my way past. So I did the only thing I could think of, I took a different route to the library. That seemed a little extreme, but what could I do? It was early and there weren't many people out and about. I'm realizing now that Lex Luthor is a pretty clever little thing, but let me tell ya, he can't outsmart me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5206735312846583539?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5206735312846583539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5206735312846583539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5206735312846583539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5206735312846583539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/06/lex-luthor-strikes-again.html' title='Lex Luthor Strikes Again!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6152262414574653543</id><published>2008-06-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:35:54.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEc7_jlEI2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9hO_3O4kzKE/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208197457145766754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEc7_jlEI2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9hO_3O4kzKE/s200/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know what you're thinking. Surely I must have been to a concert sometime in my life. Well I'm telling you I haven't. Unless Wendy and Kim's 5th grade concert counts, in which case this would be #2. But I don't think that's important right now.&lt;br /&gt;So apparently this band is like the greatest Beatle's tribute band there is. I don't really know the Beatle's music that well, but I'm thinking they most definitely are because who would make up something like that? That would just be wrong. So the concert was pretty sweet. I'm not sure which was more entertaining though. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEc8AjlEI4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/YDndXJ7wNRE/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208197474325635970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEc8AjlEI4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/YDndXJ7wNRE/s200/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The band, or Holli's dancing. Both are pretty high up there. Afterwards there were some fireworks to end Spirit Week. I must say I might have judged them and said that Joe used to do the same ones in the front yard (which he did), but at least they made a good effort. They did however play some music along with it which was definitely something to be excited about. It pretty much changed my life. It was almost too much excitement for my life. It's hard when you don't get out much and then all of the sudden you're outside for more than five minutes, but I managed. All in all it was a pretty fun filled night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208208138729431986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEdFtTlEI7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/IFfh5nFg-as/s200/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208210406472164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEdHxTlEI8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/a7O4jg2VolQ/s200/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208220284896945138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEdQwTlEI_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/h8vE9x8VRhk/s200/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-6152262414574653543?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6152262414574653543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6152262414574653543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6152262414574653543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6152262414574653543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-very-first-concert.html' title='My very first concert!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEc7_jlEI2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9hO_3O4kzKE/s72-c/DSC00173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-8054516814695362663</id><published>2008-05-31T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:17:21.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't even out of a box...</title><content type='html'>So, despite what Robyn says, I can cook stuff that doesn't come out of a box. And let me tell you kids, this proves it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-7jlEIzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QPv3Be0CsGc/s1600-h/IMGP3713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206652574589264690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-7jlEIzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QPv3Be0CsGc/s200/IMGP3713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I go over to Wendy Lynn's for a little visit and once again she's sick. Well she was supposed to make fried bread dough, but obviously she couldn't in her sickened state so out of the kindness of my heart I volunteered to do it. It wasn't until I started that I realized I'd never done it before. Let's just say I called my mom a couple of times while doing it. Anyway so I'm getting to the point where you mix it all together and I am informed that Wendy and David don't &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-8jlEI0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2osRauJlFRk/s1600-h/IMGP3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206652591769133890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-8jlEI0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/2osRauJlFRk/s200/IMGP3714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have a wooden spoon. (and clearly you can't use plastic cos it could brake!) So I was forced to mix the dough with my hands. Don't worry, I washed them first! So anyway, you're probably bored by this story, but let me just tell you how good it was. Yeah, that's right. I didn't even ruin it! It was pretty much fantastic!! Well, unless Holli's opinion counts cos whenever I cook anything she won't even come around. She denies it, but it's just kind of fishy that every time I cook she makes an excuse about why she can't come...Whatever. She'll be sorry one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so this was like the greatest cooking adventure ever! I'm pretty much a pro by now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-8zlEI1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qXITWNFMxt4/s1600-h/IMGP3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206652596064101202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-8zlEI1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qXITWNFMxt4/s200/IMGP3717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, P.S. As soon as it was ready Wendy was miraculously better....funny huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-8054516814695362663?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/8054516814695362663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=8054516814695362663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8054516814695362663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8054516814695362663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-wasnt-even-out-of-box.html' title='It wasn&apos;t even out of a box...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SEG-7jlEIzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QPv3Be0CsGc/s72-c/IMGP3713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1860320063232535623</id><published>2008-05-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:12:14.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring At The Park</title><content type='html'>So I know everyone must be in shock that I am posting two days in a row, but this is just to prove to all those non-believers out there that I do go out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SDc8lDlEIxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/B4menewu1EU/s1600-h/IMGP3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203694501763490578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SDc8lDlEIxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/B4menewu1EU/s200/IMGP3684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Wendy, David, Holli and I went to the park and colored. I know it must seem strange that a person goes to the park to color, but let me tell you kids, it's not a bad idea. The only downfall was the little kids staring at us like we were freaks, but I think it was just because they were jealous that they couldn't color coffee filters with markers and then spray them with water to make the ink bleed. (We're not heartless, Holli asked the kids if they wanted to color, but they were too creeped out by us I think). We're not weird I swear. Holli was making flowers for one of her classes. So if you think it's odd...well...it's Holli. :) So yeah, this was pretty much a great adventure. It would have been better if Holli hadn't pretended she liked all of my ugly ones. I think it's cos she is around little kids a lot so she just automatically tells you it's good. Or maybe she thinks I'm a little kid. Who really knows. Anyway, good times.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SDc9zTlEIyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hbmxxK-Gs5I/s1600-h/IMGP3683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203695846088254242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SDc9zTlEIyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hbmxxK-Gs5I/s200/IMGP3683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1860320063232535623?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1860320063232535623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1860320063232535623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1860320063232535623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1860320063232535623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/05/coloring-at-park.html' title='Coloring At The Park'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SDc8lDlEIxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/B4menewu1EU/s72-c/IMGP3684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3053088539248490799</id><published>2008-05-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:40:17.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News From My Exciting Rexburg Life</title><content type='html'>So, never a dull moment around here. There's just too too much going on. One of my roommates is going home (not really sure why, but she isn't in school so that could be a good reason). So, I have TWO new roommates coming next weekend. This could be a big adventure. This is just too much excitement for me. I hardly know what to do with myself. (however hardly knowing what to do with myself could have something to do with all the spare time that is still currently possessing my life)&lt;br /&gt;Also more excitement, I've been going to the gym to work out at 5:00 in the morning. I know what you're thinking, why would I do that? Truthfully I have no idea. I was gonna get up at 6:00 one day and Holli was like "I'm going at 5" so I thought to myself that I'd rather go with Holli then go by myself, but sometimes in the mornings I feel like I might have been mistaken. I told Holli it was her fault, but of course she denied it and said I wanted to go at 5. It's hard when people are in denial all the time. It really can't be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;So, update on Lex Luthor. He has been seen roaming around my parking lot. He really has no good reason to be over here and I can only assume that he has discovered my place of residence. Sometimes I peek out my window to keep an eye on him, but I have to peek from the side cos I've been thinking that he probably eats a lot of carrots so he has real good eyesight and can probably see me from miles away. (don't ask where he gets the carrots cos I don't know, but probably from the same squirrel who told him where I live. I'm pretty sure there is more than one evil squirrel in the world. Maybe they've started a club) So I'll keep you posted. Unlike changing my route home, I can't really move so something might have to be done soon. Maybe it's time to bust out my ninja moves....'Cept I'm just wondering...Can squirrels have ninja moves?......I just don't know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-3053088539248490799?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3053088539248490799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3053088539248490799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3053088539248490799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3053088539248490799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/05/news-from-my-exciting-rexburg-life.html' title='News From My Exciting Rexburg Life'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-7004089596555255906</id><published>2008-05-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:20:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah...</title><content type='html'>So I'm kinda feeling lazy of late. Now I know what you're thinking, when in my life have I ever not been lazy? Well this is different. Before it was by choice. Now it's because I have too much spare time.&lt;br /&gt;So I changed my major the other day. Now I'm majoring in Child Development. It focuses more on what I want to do. Now, this wouldn't be a problem except I had to drop two classes that were for my old major. (Cos seriously, who wants to waste their time in classes they don't even need?) So I drop these two classes thinking I can just pick up some online classes. Well come to find out it is too late to pick up online classes. So I had to pick up Math on second block. This is all well and fine, but now I only have one class on Mondays and Wednesdays and it doesn't start until 12:45 and I have no classes on Fridays.  Now you can see that I have lots of extra time on my hands. I could occupy this time with homework, but I only have so much homework to do. Know what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it will all be over in three weeks when I start having Math at 7:45 EVERY morning...what a joy that will be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-7004089596555255906?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/7004089596555255906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=7004089596555255906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7004089596555255906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7004089596555255906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-yeah.html' title='So yeah...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3922208603605884235</id><published>2008-05-08T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:56:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Lex Luthor is an abnormally large squirrel. He just waits for me to walk by. I even heard him rustling in the tree the other morning. So there is something to be afraid of, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-3922208603605884235?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3922208603605884235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3922208603605884235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3922208603605884235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3922208603605884235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/05/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-2359898548971590980</id><published>2008-05-02T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:03:56.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killer Squirrel</title><content type='html'>Ready for this? I almost got killed by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; today. No joke. I was walking home from class and he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk. So in order not to scare the poor little thing (or let him eat me) I took a couple steps to the right. I guess I wasn't fast enough cos he looked up at me with this very frightening look. I couldn't tell if he was scared or about to attack. I decided it would be safer to assume the worst....he was going to bite me. I was clearly horrified by this, but luckily he went the other way. I think it's cos he saw other people coming and he decided it was best to wait until I was alone. I have to be careful walking home from now on. Rexburg is no longer safe. Maybe I should find a new route home. This might be a winning plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a little fun fact: I named him Lex Luthor because he was so creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-2359898548971590980?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/2359898548971590980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=2359898548971590980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2359898548971590980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2359898548971590980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/05/killer-squirrel.html' title='The Killer Squirrel'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-9165961240572126328</id><published>2008-04-20T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:37:08.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester #2</title><content type='html'>So good news, I made it through my first semester at BYU-Idaho!! And, unless I am somehow mistaken, I'm still alive! I'll be starting my second semester tomorrow. I'm not too excited about classes starting, but the sooner they get started the sooner I'll be done!! I wish vacation was a little longer, but hey what can you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-9165961240572126328?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/9165961240572126328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=9165961240572126328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/9165961240572126328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/9165961240572126328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/04/semester-2.html' title='Semester #2'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1299161533612427321</id><published>2008-04-20T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:33:38.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding and Vacation...</title><content type='html'>So, Wendy and David got married on Friday. Somtimes I wonder if he knows how crazy we actually are, but I tried to warn him before so it's his own fault. (I don't have any pictures okay, I still like them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SAvf8rzyjwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mrjr8KTTzUY/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191489229119721218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SAvf8rzyjwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mrjr8KTTzUY/s200/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the whole fam was there. That was pretty great. Pretty much total bonding going on. We spent the whole week before down in Utah participating in productive activities like bowling and miniature golf. Bowling turned out to be one of my good skills, but only for a day. Unfortunately it didn't carry over to the next time I went bowling and it appears that my average score may be dropping back down to 12. Miniature golf is definitely not one of my skills. However, I think it was cos the wind was blowing. It wasn't really my fault the ball rolled where I didn't want it to. It was just hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SAvf9LzyjxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qOX72vzzITc/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191489237709655826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SAvf9LzyjxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qOX72vzzITc/s200/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple days before the wedding Robyn, Sara Mason and Holli showed up. That was pretty much fantastic. Definitely a total bonding time. We had some pretty fantastic adventures. I pretty much like all those crazy kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vacation was pretty fantastic, the wedding was pretty fantastic, everything was just pretty much F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1299161533612427321?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1299161533612427321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1299161533612427321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1299161533612427321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1299161533612427321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/04/wedding-and-vacation.html' title='The Wedding and Vacation...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/SAvf8rzyjwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mrjr8KTTzUY/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5508764732098345477</id><published>2008-04-02T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:37:46.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's her...</title><content type='html'>So yeah, Wendy is definitely the cause of my sleeping troubles. She did it again last night. She pretends like she was awake, but you should have heard her talking....I probably won't sleep until she doesn't live with me anymore. Sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-5508764732098345477?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5508764732098345477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5508764732098345477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5508764732098345477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5508764732098345477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-her.html' title='It&apos;s her...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6240417984588015305</id><published>2008-03-31T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:16:05.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I can't sleep. This annoys me because I love sleep too much. Good news is I've determined three good possible reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. The wind. you may think I shouldn't have to worry about the wind since I'm inside, but something is seriously wrong with my window. All I'm saying is the curtains shouldn't blow around when the window is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I'm horrified that Wendy is going to start talking in her sleep. It's kind of frightening...I can't really talk about it. Let's just say it happened once and I don't want it to happen again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Even though I try to convince myself differently, I'm secretly worried that Robyn is going to jump on me in my sleep. You might wonder why someone would do that, but all I can tell you is I DON'T KNOW!! It seems that she might find entertainment in it, but it's not that entertaining when my back hurts when I wake up and I know she's done it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like it could be any of these...I guess we'll see how I sleep when I don't live with Wendy and Robyn anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-6240417984588015305?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6240417984588015305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6240417984588015305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6240417984588015305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6240417984588015305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-5190140151610611266</id><published>2008-03-16T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:48:47.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Chehalis to Rexburg...</title><content type='html'>This could be awfully long because it has been an age since I last updated, but Bri has inspired me to continue. I don't want her showing me up or anything. It's pretty embarrassing when technologically challenged people show you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm in Rexburg. I know, pretty darn cool. It's okay if you're jealous of me. It happens. I'm not just here for kicks though. I actually am going to school. It's pretty neat. Sometimes I'd rather be sleeping, but I go to class anyway so it's all good. Or I just sleep in class which is like killing two birds with one stone...Anyway, that's unimportant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bet you're just waiting for me to fill you in on my many adventures here in Idaho...There's so many it's just hard to know where to start...hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-RN9lW1GMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EIL0OiDePZc/s1600-h/college+life+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180351191778138306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-RN9lW1GMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EIL0OiDePZc/s200/college+life+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adventure #1: Sledding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was probably our first REAL adventure. It was a pretty rockin' time. I'd have to say my favorite part was when Robyn pulled me on the sled by my coat. I mostly liked it because I didn't have to do any work, but it turned out to be not quite as fun when my coat started to strangle me. Still...good times. We even let David play with us. It's because we're nice. We're all about being nice around here...This turned out to be pretty fun even though it was cold. I even made a snow angel. It looked kind of deformed, but I made a really good effort. That's what counts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adventure #2: Wendy gets engaged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pretty big adventure, I mean this doesn't happen everyday. She's kinda turned into a nut job, but we still love her anyway. She can't really help it. Plus when she's crazy she's really good entertainment, which let's face it everyone can go for some good entertainment. It's just been pretty crazy around here with wedding plans. It's all good though. I can take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-Rg4VW1GOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QjUo63GzEXw/s1600-h/GEDC0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180371992304752866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-Rg4VW1GOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QjUo63GzEXw/s200/GEDC0163.JPG" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adventure #3: Matchy Matchy Sweatsuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not think this seems like much of an adventure, but it is. I'm a firm believer in matching sweatsuits. I mean seriously, how much cooler can you get? Unfortunately I don't think people around here truly appreciate them. They just think it's funny...yeah well, what do they know? They're gonna be sorry one day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-Rg5lW1GQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D0DcybB9-4Q/s1600-h/GEDC0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-Rg41W1GPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o6ft23o-HRw/s1600-h/GEDC0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180372000894687474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-Rg41W1GPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o6ft23o-HRw/s200/GEDC0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adventure #4: Roller Skating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I'm not talking roller blading. This was classic roller skating kids. It turned out to not really be my best skill, but I'm feeling like it could have been way worse. I can't imagine how it possibly could be, but I bet if I thought about it for a while I might be able to think of something. I'm probably like the best skater you'll ever see. Maybe I'll show you sometime...but probably not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adventure #5: Utah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went down to Utah just for kicks (and to see Danny and Sissy of course). This was a pretty great adventure. I sang in the car on the way down. They all pretended they didn't mind. I think it was just to humor me, but it's okay. They just don't realize my true potential yet. They'll realize it when I'm famous. Anyway, back to the adventure. So me, Wendy and Robyn stayed with Dan and Sissy. Wendy acted like she needed to sleep on the couch, so Robyn and I had to sleep on the floor. This would have been okay, but Robyn kept looking at me while she was sleeping! Even after I asked her not to! Sometimes she has a hard time listening... I was pretty much so scared I couldn't even sleep. Good thing it was only for two nights or I might have had to confront her about it... So yeah, we pretty much just hung out and helped Wendy and David with wedding stuff. Fun times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-RjAVW1GTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JoRRLwSiFss/s1600-h/GEDC0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180374328766961970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-RjAVW1GTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JoRRLwSiFss/s200/GEDC0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adventure #6: Robyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't think a person could be an adventure, but obviously you haven't met Robyn. She's kind of crazy, and sometimes she gets a little violent (which is why I think she needs anger management, but she doesn't even think so), but all in all she's pretty great. She's pretty much a pro movie quoter, which makes me like her even more. Everyone knows there's a movie quote for every situation. Anyway, moving on...we've had some pretty great adventures, all of which she has drawn a picture for so I can never forget. My bedroom wall is pretty much covered. If you're jealous it's okay. Not everyone can have an artist as a roommate. So yeah, anyway, she acts like she likes me, which could be a trick. I'm just not sure yet. I figure if she's pretending she can't last much longer. Yeah...we'll just see....anyway I just really do like her!!...unless she really is pretending, in which case I take back anything nice I said about her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...this is long...I don't know who actually has enough energy to read this...so if you made it this far, good job! If I had a sticker I would give you one. So yeah, that's pretty much it for now. If anything interesting happens to me in the near future I'll be sure to fill you in...&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/7179124528267718638-5190140151610611266?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/5190140151610611266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=5190140151610611266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5190140151610611266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/5190140151610611266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-chehalis-to-rexburg.html' title='From Chehalis to Rexburg...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/R-RN9lW1GMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/EIL0OiDePZc/s72-c/college+life+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-4389335898481784880</id><published>2007-08-12T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:59:50.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another family wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rr_Hi0D_zxI/AAAAAAAAADk/LuocdhFKSW8/s1600-h/Joe+and+Sarah+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098012704111578898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rr_Hi0D_zxI/AAAAAAAAADk/LuocdhFKSW8/s200/Joe+and+Sarah+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe and Sarah got married last weekend. I was fortunate enough to be able to reschedule my lunch time so I could attend. It was up in the air there for awhile, but after some serious contemplation and rescheduling I managed to get all my activities in proper time slots and still have time for the wedding. I think Joe and Sarah were pretty much pumped about it. I've always been both their favorites... Hey, don't get mad at me. I can't help it if people like me....Anyway, the wedding was pretty great. My hair was a definite step up from the last family wedding. (Sissy's pretty much a hair genius) Like 10,000 notches better. I say when your hair looked like it did at Bri's wedding, you can only go up from there, and keep going up cos your hair could and should never look that bad again. So that was pretty much a joy. Also a joy was chasing Hunter around. You wouldn't think a kid that young could be so funny, but what can you expect when he hangs around me all the time?!?...Seriously... Anyway, it just turned out to be a pretty dandy day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-4389335898481784880?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/4389335898481784880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=4389335898481784880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4389335898481784880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4389335898481784880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-family-wedding.html' title='Another family wedding...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rr_Hi0D_zxI/AAAAAAAAADk/LuocdhFKSW8/s72-c/Joe+and+Sarah+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-4471099313277668391</id><published>2007-07-31T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:28:40.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Makings Of A Motion Picture</title><content type='html'>Apparently the plan for my movie has leaked and it is just exciting too many people. The fan mail is outrageous, and I haven't even begun filming yet. It's unfortunate that I'm going to have to keep these fans waiting for so long. Making a motion picture takes time. I hope this isn't a disappointment to too many, and they keep following up on the progress of this great film.&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that my whole life would make a great story. You lucky fans. I know this is what you had been hoping for all along. The casting is still up in the air, but the prospect of me portraying myself is promising. (When you're in charge of casting you can do whatever you want) I feel that the people who are actually part of the story should play their own part. That's what great about a movie like this. It can just be so real. I think I will be able to portray myself properly if Kim is cast as herself. Funny people make great movies. No one likes boring movies with no humor. What's fun about that? This is all the porgress on my movie as of this moment, but you just keep checking up on this. This wonderful film will come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;(If you wish to audition for a role in this film please contact me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-4471099313277668391?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/4471099313277668391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=4471099313277668391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4471099313277668391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4471099313277668391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/07/makings-of-motion-picture.html' title='The Makings Of A Motion Picture'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1737768293966709845</id><published>2007-07-22T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:02:09.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Adventures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rq_o0ED_zvI/AAAAAAAAADU/y5zO2TTFakg/s1600-h/DSCN2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093545684720668402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rq_o0ED_zvI/AAAAAAAAADU/y5zO2TTFakg/s200/DSCN2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently attended the buying of a Harry Potter book at midnight, where I was exposed to some interesting people who live in this town. Who knew there were so many great people living around here? As soon as the book was in my hands I quickly purchased it and found the nearest exit. It was sad to leave all those HP fans behind, but sometimes it's best to get away while you still can. The book was pretty much a joy. I had to let Kim finish before me cos she was crying about it. So even though I had to slow my pace, the book was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rq_pPUD_zwI/AAAAAAAAADc/yfWq2ucNhD4/s1600-h/DSCN1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093546152872103682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rq_pPUD_zwI/AAAAAAAAADc/yfWq2ucNhD4/s200/DSCN1914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Previously I also attended the midnight showing of Harry Potter 5. That was a definite joy to me. It made it more joyful that everyone else got there before me so I was only forced to wait for the movie for like 15 minutes. Sometimes I like that Kim works till 11. If you just have to wait too long you might jump away and then you'll miss the whole movie, so it's better to make people sit there for you. Remember that...you'll thank me for it later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These Harry Potter adventures have been a real joy in my life lately. You should give one of them a try sometime. You'll just be happy you did. (Also you should just wear matching outfits. This will make the adventure 10,000 notches better.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1737768293966709845?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1737768293966709845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1737768293966709845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1737768293966709845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1737768293966709845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-adventures.html' title='Harry Potter Adventures...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rq_o0ED_zvI/AAAAAAAAADU/y5zO2TTFakg/s72-c/DSCN2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3855658078218941752</id><published>2007-07-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:18:16.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately this is going to be the last of the personal blogs for some time. Sometimes these just take longer than planned and then you can't even write about anything else or people get mad...So it's just best to end now since all the sisters are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissy's would have been done sooner, but some people say they're going to give you pictures and then they don't, so it's not really my fault...Anyway...Mine and Sissy's story is pretty interesting. I've &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rp08V57aq2I/AAAAAAAAADM/9iLoiwTHBGc/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088289501023480674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rp08V57aq2I/AAAAAAAAADM/9iLoiwTHBGc/s200/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;known Sissy for like forever and a day, but she didn't even like me back then. She's in denial about it, but I'm pretty sure she was mean to me back then. I was just an innocent little 12 year old and she just wouldn't even be nice to me. Week after week I'd go to Young Women's hoping she'd at least acknowledge my presence, I could even have lived with a simple "Hi". But week after week it was the same result...nothing....not even one word...All I wanted was for her to like me, but she just didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once she was out of Young Women's I didn't really care if she liked me anymore cos then I was the older one and everyone liked me. It was a nice change. Then I was just ALWAYS nice to the younger girls because I had been so traumatized and I didn't want to put those poor little girls through the same thing. This worked out pretty well, but then Sissy married Dan and then I couldn't just get rid of her whenever I wanted. So instead of being mean to her until the end of time, I opted to try and like her. (That's just a good thing to do because if it doesn't work out you can just pretend you were never going to be nice.) This idea to try and like her turned out for the best. Turns out I actually liked her all along, I was just being deceived by that traumatizing time. It's too bad the traumatizing time even had to occur. I could have liked Sissy all along.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe she was never really mean to me...BUT SHE COULD HAVE BEEN! I just can't really remember that far back...there has clearly been something hidden in the back of my mind that has been traumatizing me all this time. If only it would resurface for just a moment so all of this could be resolved. It's just unfortunate that it has yet to do so because now I must constantly remind Sissy of how she was mean to me. She usually claims that she wasn't, but how am I to know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really Sissy is just great. She's like my favorite sister-in-law of all time. (My only one as of right now, but favorite is still favorite, even if there is no competition yet) I love playing with Sissy too. She's crazy just like the rest of us. Plus those times just turn into great bonding times. Especially the times when she lets me come over and watch tv with her. We have great conversations during those times (whenever there's a commercial break). It's just pretty r-a-d rad! I just love Sissy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7179124528267718638-3855658078218941752?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3855658078218941752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3855658078218941752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3855658078218941752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3855658078218941752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/07/sissy.html' title='Sissy'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rp08V57aq2I/AAAAAAAAADM/9iLoiwTHBGc/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-4329070827758713301</id><published>2007-07-07T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:19:33.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpGiSKObirI/AAAAAAAAAC0/17ltcwF8_Co/s1600-h/Camp+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085023887144225458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpGiSKObirI/AAAAAAAAAC0/17ltcwF8_Co/s200/Camp+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've only known Nicole for a like a year and a half, and depsite what she says, we haven't been friends that long. Nicole was one of those people that you meet and you think they're totally crazy and then they end up being one of your best friends. This is pretty much what happened with me and Nicole. I thought the girl was crazy when I met her. Nice, but crazy crazy. (Of course I'm crazy too, but sometimes you just have to keep those kinds of things on the down low until someone knows you better). So once I "allowed" my crazy side to emerge at camp, I think our special bond started. In fact I think the exact moment was when she dropped something and told me to get it because I was "closer to the ground." Most people would find this offensive, but I looked at it as Nicole appreciating the skills that come from being short. Well after that we just had to be friends cos our bond was so deep. &lt;div&gt;Nicole left shortly after camp and though she said that she was only going to be gone for a month, she was totally lying. Like 7 months later she came back. She didn't even tell me she was coming back, but after practically suffocating me when she hugged me, I forgave her and we've just been buds ever since. For some reason she liked me better when she came back. Maybe she forgot how weird I was. That isn't really my fault, now is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpMS56ObisI/AAAAAAAAAC8/987gwJSSfRA/s1600-h/DSCN1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085429190323047106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpMS56ObisI/AAAAAAAAAC8/987gwJSSfRA/s200/DSCN1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Nicole and I just have the greatest bonding times ever. Like that time we went to see a movie and I asked her before it started if she was one of those people who talks during movies. She said she wasn't. (It's okay if you do though. I can go either way. I just had to know so I could prepare myself.) Well she was totally lying cos she talked to me during the movie...it wouldn't have been a problem, but I wasn't prepared and so she had to keep repeating herself!! Another bonding time was when I practically "yelled" at her for knowing every song that comes on the radio, but secretly it makes me laugh. Especially when she starts singing along just to irritate me. We also have great bonding times at work. I think she likes bossing me around. It's okay though cos I love her to death!! I'm just gonna miss her when I go to school!!!&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/7179124528267718638-4329070827758713301?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/4329070827758713301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=4329070827758713301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4329070827758713301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/4329070827758713301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/07/nicole.html' title='Nicole!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpGiSKObirI/AAAAAAAAAC0/17ltcwF8_Co/s72-c/Camp+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-1930410360506174374</id><published>2007-07-03T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:09:15.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RosAVaObimI/AAAAAAAAACM/WLXsGTHSEx8/s1600-h/DSCN1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083156972234836578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RosAVaObimI/AAAAAAAAACM/WLXsGTHSEx8/s200/DSCN1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case anyone is questioning it, I love Kim with my whole heart. She is the best KBFF on the planet. She always makes me laugh, even when I'm mad about her waking me up. And even though she only started liking me because I liked HP, I still love her to death and I'm pretty much gonna cry when she leaves on her mission.&lt;br /&gt;Word on the street was that someone thought otherwise. Just thought I'd clear that up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-1930410360506174374?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/1930410360506174374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=1930410360506174374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1930410360506174374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/1930410360506174374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/07/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RosAVaObimI/AAAAAAAAACM/WLXsGTHSEx8/s72-c/DSCN1254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-3525458884621997772</id><published>2007-07-01T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T15:52:30.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl (AKA Katie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RomwDKObilI/AAAAAAAAACE/zd_h1tiG4yY/s1600-h/Em+&amp;+Katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082787222795291218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RomwDKObilI/AAAAAAAAACE/zd_h1tiG4yY/s200/Em+%26+Katie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie and I are pretty spread out in age. Six years seems like a lot, especially when you're younger. This left me at an old enough age to remember most of Katie's childhood. The innocence of children is amazing. So much that they are willing to number their sisters in order of favoritism and kindly state the list out loud practically everyday. I was never Katie's favorite. Bri always held the #1 spot. Wendy usually had #2, unless for some reason Kim or I had been particularly nice that day, which was rare. So I always bounced back and forth between #3 and #4. (These do not seem like bad places to be in, but when there are only four sisters, you're pretty much the least favorite.) It all depended on who played with her that day. Luckily for me, being younger, I played with her more, which led to #3 being my most common spot. But sometimes Kim would spontaneously play with her. I used to think it was because she wanted to be nice to Katie, but now I know she just wanted my really great #3 spot. I'll have to talk to her about it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Katie got older and started to boss me. That just made me mad, so I was forced to punish her when mom was away. But then she started telling mom and for some reason mom always took her word over mine. I can't imagine why. I've always been a good child. The favorite actually. So anyway, sometimes you just have to move on to plan B, which was punish Katie while pretending not to punish Katie. Very complicated. For example: when rearranging the bedroom pick the spot that you know Katie wanted (cos you're older so you get top pick) and then tell her that you're never ever going to move from that spot or when mom isn't home make Katie do the dishes and tell her it's her turn (which it usually is so it just works out nice) or run in the bathroom before her and lock the door so she can't get in and pretend you can't hear her yelling outside. These are just proper ways to punish without the appearance of punishment. (Feel free to use any of these methods anytime.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpFnkqObiqI/AAAAAAAAACs/Lh8qi0XJ_eA/s1600-h/Seminary+Graduation+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084959333785766562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RpFnkqObiqI/AAAAAAAAACs/Lh8qi0XJ_eA/s200/Seminary+Graduation+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving on...Katie and I have had a pretty special bond ever since the other kids moved away. And since the older kids are all pretty much gone, or just too old, Katie and I have been the only children included in vacations. This has resulted in lots of pics of Katie and I, most of which are in front are pretty important monuments. (like Smallville International Monuments.) This is pretty cool. I'm pretty sure the other kids are jealous. Also great bonding times are our weekly visits to Grandma's to watch Smallville (or Gilmore Girls). These were very important times and Katie was a very devoted supporter (or at least a good pretender). She even wore her superman shirt once just to please me. (actually I told her she couldn't come if she didn't wear it. it wasn't mean, she just wasn't being a good participant.) Anyway...I just love that girl!! And I also just love calling to her from the other room. (I can't tell you what I call her cos you'll think I'm weird, but I think Katie finds it very endearing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7179124528267718638-3525458884621997772?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/3525458884621997772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=3525458884621997772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3525458884621997772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/3525458884621997772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-girl-aka-katie.html' title='Little Girl (AKA Katie)'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RomwDKObilI/AAAAAAAAACE/zd_h1tiG4yY/s72-c/Em+%26+Katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-8349071201681195413</id><published>2007-06-21T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:48:29.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bri-en</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Bri is now moved away, I decided it was about her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Roh1U6ObikI/AAAAAAAAAB8/48jHTo8zbKk/s1600-h/MD64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082441181575219778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Roh1U6ObikI/AAAAAAAAAB8/48jHTo8zbKk/s200/MD64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to the fact that someone has stolen my baby book and the fact that they are refusing to admit it, I am not able to locate pictures of that just have me and Bri from when I was little. I just wanted everyone to know that it doesn't mean she likes me less. Anyway...When I was little, I was pretty sure Bri liked me the best. She would always give me stuff she didn't want anymore. I thought this was an act of kindness, but as I got older I realized it was stuff that no one wanted and I was just enough of a sucker to take it. I think this damaged our relationship for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to watch her all the time, cos of course who doesn't want to be like their older sister? I have now determined that she is the cause of my icky bangs. If she had grown out her bangs sooner, there may have been hope for me. But sadly I was forced to live with them for far too long. I just wish I could blame my braid on her too. The cause for that is still unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I could give her credit for getting rid of the braid. Her wedding was the start of my no-braid phase. Then again I could blame her and say if she got married sooner the braid would have been gone faster. However, I think it best to not provoke her, so I'll tell her she can have credit for the braid being gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rohz5aObijI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xvfFwii7U78/s1600-h/Bri+and+Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082439609617189426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Rohz5aObijI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xvfFwii7U78/s200/Bri+and+Emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lived with Bri for like a month a couple years ago. I just recall being locked in my room and only being fed breadcrumbs and water, which was usually shoved under the door or thrown at my head. You may wonder how she shoved the water under the door. Well, she didn't really. I only got water if I was lucky enough to get to the door just as she was shoving it under. Then a little bit would splash in my mouth. I was never brave enough to lick it up off the carpet. Sugar did live there after all....Which reminds me of that time she tried to kill me in my sleep...but that's a different story for a different time. Let's just say that my time at Bri's mostly consisted of me screaming "Mom come get me!" in the background while she was on the phone. I only dared do it on a good day though. If she was already mad I might as well just plan to starve right then cos even the breadcrumbs wouldn't be coming my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, then Bri moved into my house. I would like to say I was able to punish her the same way she did me, but mom was there this time so I wasn't allowed. If only....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the years have passed Bri and I have had some special bonding times. Like the time I got that horrible cramp in my leg cos Bri and I were sharing a bed and I couldn't turn over cos she was looking at me, or the time we stayed up really late writing the Natural Highs for Wendy and Kim which actually were still funny the next day which was surprising, or the time that guy was reaching his hand over her back fence and petting the dogs so she made me stay cos she was creeped out, or that time she swore she wouldn't gross me out ever again if I got her cheesecake (lets just say I didn't go get it and I was sorry). Anyway, I can't make this longer cos it looks like I'm favoring Bri, but I just miss that girl! And her crazy kids that she made me watch all the time!!&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/7179124528267718638-8349071201681195413?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/8349071201681195413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=8349071201681195413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8349071201681195413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/8349071201681195413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/06/bri-en.html' title='Bri-en'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/Roh1U6ObikI/AAAAAAAAAB8/48jHTo8zbKk/s72-c/MD64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6556549298265074282</id><published>2007-06-16T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:57:30.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snarah</title><content type='html'>Snarah is a very devoted reader and commenter of my blog and I think it only fair that she is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnWqWDwfhJI/AAAAAAAAABk/mhdRhIoM9FM/s1600-h/ES3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077151450872644754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnWqWDwfhJI/AAAAAAAAABk/mhdRhIoM9FM/s200/ES3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like I met Sarah forever ago, but I guess it's been like 5 years....or maybe it's 6....or maybe it's 4... she didn't really like me back then so it's hard to remember. She really only liked Wendy and Kim, but if you were to ask her she would just lie and say she liked me all along. That's why it's just always best to listen to me. That's your important life lesson for the day. Anyway....so Sarah doesn't like me, right? And then all of the sudden she does!! I know what you're thinking...Sarah was just using Wendy and Kim to get to me. Sounds logical doesn't it? You see, I'm just not sure about this. I'll let you know when I find out for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so after a couple years, Sarah is acting like she still likes me. So, one day I decide to ask Sarah a very important question. Now this was a really important question to my life, and I still hope to this day that Sarah didn't lie. I said "Sarah, do you remember when I had bangs and a briad?" And do you know what Sarah said? "Not really." Now normally a person would be totally pleased to hear this, but I just wasn't sure. I mean, were my bangs and braid that forgettable? I would hope they were, but now that I'm looking back I don't really know how someone could forget them. Still, it was nice of Sarah to spare my feelings. I think that's probably why I like her now.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnWqwzwfhKI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jh54nOItp8A/s1600-h/DSCN1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077151910434145442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnWqwzwfhKI/AAAAAAAAABs/Jh54nOItp8A/s200/DSCN1805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, fast forwarding through the next couple years you get: total bonding, rifts, buds, something no one really knows, and then friends again. I think that's a pretty good plot for a story. I bet a good movie will be made out of it someday. Hopefully before I get really old cos I'd be a really good choice for the part of Emily. I don't want to ruin the end of the movie for you, but I just have to finish my story. So if you're gonna watch the movie you should probably stop reading right now. Unless you just love spoilers....Sarah is marrying my brother. Go figure. Now she's gonna be my friend and my sister. That's why we've opted to call her Sister Friend. That way I don't have to choose which one is better. Or maybe I'll just keep calling her Snarah which seems to be stuck. Anyway....she's a total super buddy! I love her guts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Also for anyone who is wondering, Sarah makes a really good slave.)&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/7179124528267718638-6556549298265074282?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6556549298265074282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6556549298265074282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6556549298265074282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6556549298265074282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/06/snarah.html' title='Snarah'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnWqWDwfhJI/AAAAAAAAABk/mhdRhIoM9FM/s72-c/ES3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-54246172865921980</id><published>2007-06-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:27:48.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimsy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel that it is unfair to exclude anyone from my blog, so from now on I have decided to write a blog about pretty much everyone (only if I like them though). I realize this could take a long time, but I think it is a necessary sacrifice for the sake of the feelings of others. So, here comes....KIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnF9VDwfhGI/AAAAAAAAABM/E9YheMM4Xsc/s1600-h/KEM7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075976055762682978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnF9VDwfhGI/AAAAAAAAABM/E9YheMM4Xsc/s200/KEM7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am convinced that Kim liked me the best when I was born. I suppose you have to consider that there was only one more kid born after me, but do you see that smile? It clearly screams "favorite." However, this phase was short lived. A certain bear toy emerged, and though I cannot recall ever denying Kim the priviledge of enjoying turns with this toy, she seems to have some angry feelings toward me about it. She claims she is over it now, but whenever she gets mad at me she always blames it on the bear toy like that is the cause of everything. Though the bear toy incident has always been in the back of her mind, she has been pretty nice to me over the years. At least I think she has. Maybe she brainwashed me or something...you never can tell these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnGAXjwfhII/AAAAAAAAABc/MOnC6odLkgk/s1600-h/KEM15.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075979397247239298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnGAXjwfhII/AAAAAAAAABc/MOnC6odLkgk/s200/KEM15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fast forward a few years...Kim totally likes me now!! Neat, huh? I was reflecting the other day on how I think she only started liking me because I showed some interest in Harry Potter, but she denied it. It's just fishy that we started having a total bond right around the time of HP 3, but I have decided that you should never question what starts a total bond. So anyway...a total KBFF bond is going on. Well, that was until recently when she disowned me. She claims she has like 500 best friends, but I sensed her guilt after she said it the first time. She was just covering for herself cos she felt bad. I have to say though, it was probably the worst being dropped for a dog on television. She was probably the sorriest after that one, but probably only cos I was mad. Anyway....I'm over it.....I'm liking her again today. You wanna know why? Probably cos "IDK she's my BFF, Kim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-54246172865921980?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/54246172865921980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=54246172865921980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/54246172865921980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/54246172865921980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/06/kimsy.html' title='Kimsy...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RnF9VDwfhGI/AAAAAAAAABM/E9YheMM4Xsc/s72-c/KEM7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-7967363858194445925</id><published>2007-06-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:23:51.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be serious....sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RmOEPnzYvdI/AAAAAAAAABE/a-2PXHvmTrM/s1600-h/DSCN1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072043009266728402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RmOEPnzYvdI/AAAAAAAAABE/a-2PXHvmTrM/s200/DSCN1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured it was about time to tell people what I actually am doing because maybe someone wants to know. I graduated from seminary today!! Four years baby!! It's kind of a relief that I no longer have to get up early, but it's sad at the same time. I'll miss seminary, but now I get to attend institute...what a joy in my life....I'm also graduating from high school. I know, I'm like all the other oldy moldies now. It's nice to be part of the club. But now that I'm pretty much in, this club isn't as cool as everyone says. What a disappointment. Now I'm expected to do something other than talk to myself. Don't people realize that just cos you're old now that you don't suddenly grow out of your phone phobia overnight? This is riling me...I better stop before things get ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-7967363858194445925?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/7967363858194445925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=7967363858194445925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7967363858194445925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/7967363858194445925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-can-be-seriousbut-its-hard.html' title='I can be serious....sometimes'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RmOEPnzYvdI/AAAAAAAAABE/a-2PXHvmTrM/s72-c/DSCN1740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-2016147895211106840</id><published>2007-05-25T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:04:07.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldrXXzYvcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PnPRT8TA038/s1600-h/WenEm9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068637954899492290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldrXXzYvcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PnPRT8TA038/s200/WenEm9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my sister Wendy. Yes, she does really exist. Apparently it was offensive when she wasn't mentioned in the last post, but sometimes I wonder if she realized that more than half of the family wasn't mentioned either...I wonder about her sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;By looking at that picture you might think we were pretty close when we were younger, but the truth is she didn't really like me much as a child. She'll probably spank me for saying that, but when a kid gets told that they're going to get written on with a red pen and their braid is going to get cut off in their sleep, they usually don't take it as an act of love...that's all I'm saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldnSnzYvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1c4NDpPGAp4/s1600-h/WenEm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068633475248602546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldnSnzYvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1c4NDpPGAp4/s200/WenEm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is more recent, but you may notice a large age gap between the two. I'm pretty sure there are no pictures of us between those ages. Or maybe they're just being hidden because they really shouldn't be allowed to be seen by anyone outside the family....Either way, I pretty much like that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just in case anyone thinks different, she really does like me. I swear she was only mean to me a couple of times...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldnSnzYvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1c4NDpPGAp4/s1600-h/WenEm.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldnSnzYvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1c4NDpPGAp4/s1600-h/WenEm.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-2016147895211106840?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/2016147895211106840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=2016147895211106840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2016147895211106840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/2016147895211106840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/05/wendy.html' title='Wendy...'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RldrXXzYvcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PnPRT8TA038/s72-c/WenEm9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179124528267718638.post-6117423011111441080</id><published>2007-05-13T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T18:28:13.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Up to this point I have never really had the desire to have a blog, but I confess...I caved. Kim practically tricked me, but I have pretty much decided that there is no better way to share my many great adventures with everyone. I know what you're thinking, how could a Centralia College student have many great adventures? Well let me tell you, you'd be surprised at how exciting my life is these days. For instance, this morning I got out of bed. Cool, right? And get this, tomorrow I'm going to actually go outside! Yeah I know, I know. My great adventures are pretty much rockin'. Anyway...on to more important things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkfkAZYMAMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHRaCMdR87I/s1600-h/DSCN1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064267001464881346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkfkAZYMAMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHRaCMdR87I/s200/DSCN1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new nephew Tanner. He's a pretty cool kid. We've already had some pretty deep conversations. They usually consist of him telling me that I'm his favorite and even if all the other kids say that he told them that they're his favorite, it's a lie. He says he only told them that so they wouldn't be jealous of me. I'm pretty okay with that. I'm thinkin' he just doesn't want the other kids to be mad. He's pretty smart for his age. We pretty much have a deep bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkfmQ5YMAOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mHgaDOA3L9E/s1600-h/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064269483955978466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkfmQ5YMAOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mHgaDOA3L9E/s200/DSCN1618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This pic is pretty important to my future. You may think we just look like freaks with those party blowers, but this is not the case. No one really knows about it, so you should feel lucky I'm even telling you. You're looking at the three members of the party blowers choir (like a bell choir). It's not Snarah's fault that hers wasn't working right!! Don't judge! However, when it came time to perform, she was able to get the perfect tones out of that thing. I was pleased with our first ever performance. I'm thinkin' we're gonna be pretty booked up with all our birthday gigs, but if you wanted to use us for an important occasion we could probably make arrangements. We'll just bump one of those other birthdays, but only if you're willing to pay us. You might wonder why you would want to pay for a party blower choir, but how many people do you know who have a party blower choir at their birthday? Yeah, that's what I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to use all my great adventures on one blog cos then all the other ones will just be boring. Plus I don't want to make anyone feel bad by sharing all my cool stuff at once. I'm just nice like that. You can thank me later. Over and out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkflkJYMANI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D9ULbslVKZA/s1600-h/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkflkJYMANI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D9ULbslVKZA/s1600-h/DSCN1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179124528267718638-6117423011111441080?l=emsy89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/feeds/6117423011111441080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7179124528267718638&amp;postID=6117423011111441080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6117423011111441080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179124528267718638/posts/default/6117423011111441080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsy89.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-caved.html' title='I caved....'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouhg55CDTX4/RkfkAZYMAMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vHRaCMdR87I/s72-c/DSCN1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
