tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62742450770985329812024-03-18T21:03:21.878-07:00NikkiBamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-70930216750076179152010-01-24T16:59:00.000-08:002010-01-24T17:26:14.537-08:00Just The 3 of Us!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZQTvCZ7ElPXZZnrqhyphenhyphenyaWsUcqupjEoZ5MJJvzMosF2eN6H-DrYgl54zxNKBuXOX3GdMFjvVgx_zCwmWkNGBBgAME5tZUNqInvw7FrxIV6aCHnVmDmmcvIWF50Yn-zZ4G4kaAcHSc9f6B/s1600-h/GetAttachment-3.aspx_2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZQTvCZ7ElPXZZnrqhyphenhyphenyaWsUcqupjEoZ5MJJvzMosF2eN6H-DrYgl54zxNKBuXOX3GdMFjvVgx_zCwmWkNGBBgAME5tZUNqInvw7FrxIV6aCHnVmDmmcvIWF50Yn-zZ4G4kaAcHSc9f6B/s320/GetAttachment-3.aspx_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430482258149287330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6Y3stYsfouYNeccrtYAwAMqI84PoGSsfS6z5C1bDgJpJXmVkZpE_3y2kayU9U3h4JCdwToTMWp2ENALy7jyzYbxUxuVmRpv30jFIiU7A9BB6ZtWLb8EYD0ur3qw01aeQfaaG8wEEVvyK/s1600-h/CIMG0710.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6Y3stYsfouYNeccrtYAwAMqI84PoGSsfS6z5C1bDgJpJXmVkZpE_3y2kayU9U3h4JCdwToTMWp2ENALy7jyzYbxUxuVmRpv30jFIiU7A9BB6ZtWLb8EYD0ur3qw01aeQfaaG8wEEVvyK/s320/CIMG0710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430482251645924418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDWmPvDauK9jUsLeVRJUJqr214yS6EQIshTPVLdb3xGXxUD_lRTW-NRGVz6VU8Y4uHXyW3MZDws4MHJDt6BUqrqI8JzbIkxUcyIJythqSV6Z5vR6KjGLb0SEhn_y6EXSlvKzV4_zU-ZDz/s1600-h/CIMG0116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDWmPvDauK9jUsLeVRJUJqr214yS6EQIshTPVLdb3xGXxUD_lRTW-NRGVz6VU8Y4uHXyW3MZDws4MHJDt6BUqrqI8JzbIkxUcyIJythqSV6Z5vR6KjGLb0SEhn_y6EXSlvKzV4_zU-ZDz/s320/CIMG0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430482246257684722" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This past weekend was one of the most miserable ones of my life. I had to end things with the boy I am in heart with. We have been dating for past 5 months on and off, and I finally decided to be finished with the roller coaster ride, and I ended things. I don't think that I have ever felt so sad and hurt.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">However, I am so grateful for my friends Lizzie and Billy to help me through everything. The entire time Jordan and I were dating they were there for the good and bad times. I am sooo grateful for them and the love and support that they give me everyday. This past weekend was full of cuddles, movies, talks, sleepovers, and cries. I am thankful that Lizzie married such a great guy that allows his wife's crazy best friend to be over 24/7.</span></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It is usually just the 3 of us, so it is just like things are going back to normal. Billy always calls us his wives, and always cracks jokes about a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ménage à trois. And, recently w</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">e have just come to a mutual decision that when polygamy comes back to the church that we will be wed! hahaha! Only teasing! Anyway, I love them and want everyone to know how great they are to me!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-7082157660236341102010-01-12T22:34:00.000-08:002010-01-12T22:36:10.283-08:00Final Thoughts Of The NightIt sucks when the person you love and care about is not even thinking of you... or whatever. That is me venting. I am done.Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-11901059989581716202009-12-30T15:42:00.000-08:002009-12-30T15:58:50.338-08:00Hand and Foot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgld6Jc7NfrXAIPZmvNM1Jz-0s7c86aRsG-EH3A_B-dF5pa4GPs4b82CjeDDjuI7S5z1HJGmPScXJH10iUdOIzKDjj_G_4YNN0oBOfd27CnlJEWJtHCZdQWgF-a2LqFArLMIIg0kQWeEM88/s1600-h/202_Hand__n_Foot_Card_Game.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgld6Jc7NfrXAIPZmvNM1Jz-0s7c86aRsG-EH3A_B-dF5pa4GPs4b82CjeDDjuI7S5z1HJGmPScXJH10iUdOIzKDjj_G_4YNN0oBOfd27CnlJEWJtHCZdQWgF-a2LqFArLMIIg0kQWeEM88/s320/202_Hand__n_Foot_Card_Game.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421182946805994450" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>I love playing games! However, I do have one game that I love playing more than any other, and that is Hand and Foot. For those of you who do not know what this game is, you must find out. <div><br /></div><div>When I was probably in the fourth grade (hehe), my Grandpa and Grandma Houston taught me how to play. I am not kidding my mom and I would visit them several times a week and play cards (H&F) FOREVER. This is one of my favorite memories with my Grandparents. I learned many things from my Grandpa like how to cheat, how to sulk if I lost, what a nasty one is, and lastly that it is never my fault if my team loses :) I also learned from my Granny that I was, "slower than tar going up a hill on a cold winters day!" hahahaha This quote has taught me to stay on my toes during the game, and not take too long on my turn. It is one of my favorites.<div><br /></div><div>I always thought that this was my families game and that not many others knew about it, boy was I wrong. My best friend Lizzie and her hubby play it, my "kinda boy toy" and his family play, as well as my other Grandparents. Every time that I meet someone who plays this game I feel an instant connection to them and know that they are legit. After all, only the greatest know about it :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I have just been playing this game so much with my family, friends, and Jordan's family that I just had to give the game a little shout out :) It is definitely on the top of my game list!</div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-91962761638589381942009-12-14T13:41:00.000-08:002009-12-14T13:47:37.879-08:00Finals Equals....Me Gaining 5 pounds because when I am studying all the time I must be snacking<div><br /></div><div>Me missing out on my beauty sleep</div><div><br /></div><div>Having 3 tests and projects due within a one week time period</div><div><br /></div><div>Me not seeing my loved ones</div><div><br /></div><div>Me finding reasons to procrastinate, like me blogging</div><div><br /></div><div>Wishing I was on vacation</div><div><br /></div><div>Not showering, this is no different than usual</div><div><br /></div><div>These are just a few of the things that I am thinking about while I should be thinking about my classes. This will be over soon. Can't wait!</div><div><br /></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-38807451106041422362009-12-13T11:44:00.001-08:002009-12-13T12:11:08.993-08:00Grateful<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPmgzkz6FnMtjuQtzUfVQa7xA6TbPnfKPlnuNHvMVOkqIG3FO_MV-u-eWrXHygsUiRJJGZKVZM7YhEWEGFLxgqU434407r1tmKjaar5BwjygQxURewAa6phJu7v8shH6rcN-yDVE1CxZd/s400/CIMG0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414810127048363522" /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This last weekend was a bit of a crazy one. On Thursday night my Aunt Lisa was not feeling well. She went to the doctor and they ran some tests on her. It was determined that she needed to be life flighted up to the Huntsman Caner Institute diagnose what she had. After running a few more test is was determined that she has Leukemia. Obviously, this is not the news our family wanted to here. It has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for us. Although it is Leukemia, it is the type that she can still live a long life with. We are so GRATEFUL for this.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>For those of you who know my Aunt Lisa, you know that she has already been through different type of cancer battle before, so to hear that she is going to have to go through it again is a little disheartening. But as we learned before, our family is going to blessed for it. The last time that she had cancer was a huge turning point for my Dad, and was a big motivator for him to come back to the Lord and the Gospel. I remember talking to my Aunt Lisa about it, and she said she would go through it all again and that it was all worth it, to help bring my Dad back. I LOVE and ADMIRE her so much for this. My Aunt Lisa is an amazing example to me and how I would like to be. Honestly, she is one of the most giving, loving, positive, and accepting person that I know. I love her. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_V-yRnG5XXuC671Mnz2t9OLcP0x55ZvYIp9YRw1R63tq7DweuviqiVzIWW0xDOBnrdFTdhcpYDPcRLDwjO692Dhb642CgLfxgcSGgdMDtJLvzK0nj_mpWnlFRPAsDekpIZEsnQac3I98/s1600-h/CIMG0888.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_V-yRnG5XXuC671Mnz2t9OLcP0x55ZvYIp9YRw1R63tq7DweuviqiVzIWW0xDOBnrdFTdhcpYDPcRLDwjO692Dhb642CgLfxgcSGgdMDtJLvzK0nj_mpWnlFRPAsDekpIZEsnQac3I98/s1600-h/CIMG0888.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_V-yRnG5XXuC671Mnz2t9OLcP0x55ZvYIp9YRw1R63tq7DweuviqiVzIWW0xDOBnrdFTdhcpYDPcRLDwjO692Dhb642CgLfxgcSGgdMDtJLvzK0nj_mpWnlFRPAsDekpIZEsnQac3I98/s400/CIMG0888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414810136021313778" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This past weekend also reminded me what a great family that I have. I am so grateful that the Given side of my family has such a close relationship with each other. I don't feel like a lot of families have that, and I am so lucky too. My Dad, Grandparents, cousins, and Aunts were all up here to support my Aunt. Our family seriously gives sooo much love and support to each other that I know we will always be taken care of. I think the hospital thought we were crazy because there were so many of us, and we were laughing and giggling probably a little too much. But that is what makes us happy :) We even got kicked out one night for being too loud! haha! </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I honestly hope that everyone will take a second to tell your loved ones how much you love them, as cliche as that sounds, because it truly does make a difference.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-28622470302539377762009-12-09T17:56:00.000-08:002009-12-09T18:11:06.372-08:00Oh how foolish I was...Today, while shaving my beasty legs, I had a flashback to the first time I was allowed to start shaving. This is the memory. <br /><br />I was in the fourth grade and begged my Ma everyday to be able to shave my legs, after all if my sister Shalie who was then in the 6th grade was doing it, then I should be able to as well. Ma did not buy it and would always reject my request. <br /><br />However, one evening my lil' sister Lacy was enjoying her bathtub a little too much and pooped in it! Hahaha, she was still in the potty training days. I guess my Ma REALLY did not want to clean it because she then made me the offer of a life time, "If you go clean Lacy's poop out of the bathtub, then I will let you shave your legs!" Of course, I jumped right on that! Little did I know then that I was making the biggest commitment in my life!<br /><br />So I cleaned that mess right up, and then began shaving my legs. I remember feeling so cool and adult the next day at school, I made sure that every other girl was jealous of my super silky legs :)<br /><br />I love thinking about my firsts of life, and this is definitley a good one!Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-40288195790133096742009-12-06T22:38:00.000-08:002009-12-06T23:00:12.926-08:00Gooooogle Tag!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">RULES: search google images to match your answers, only use images from first 2 pages of your search.<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Age:</span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJxlsPIbl-QG-rofmFmVrY1fPz_1oLcLlx5FNCI8O50nUNB4PkiTL4iC3hn0bpG_WzWsMwPIPN-yspS1k8h7uPsXo1Z_-UkzCK7-shgueX4C9uHSLWPL7Y_iFipgXofY_n382J7mYx0LE/s1600-h/3801475327_7b7bf17ff5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJxlsPIbl-QG-rofmFmVrY1fPz_1oLcLlx5FNCI8O50nUNB4PkiTL4iC3hn0bpG_WzWsMwPIPN-yspS1k8h7uPsXo1Z_-UkzCK7-shgueX4C9uHSLWPL7Y_iFipgXofY_n382J7mYx0LE/s400/3801475327_7b7bf17ff5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412381080768056146" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">22 years of fun!</span></span></div></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Place I want to go:</span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVqQzwhxgotEoSVq-Nm9dg2e-yFIMmKUGM0-iGLSjyWNOfGyVzcXlNhR3vm5GYUcrCP4FpZ12uITnjWbkd1hh8DBM0ii8BwXllT-B4HpBa_04xDCfHihVHiqY_u-YJ6jeHUysl-K5RiKH/s1600-h/santorini.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVqQzwhxgotEoSVq-Nm9dg2e-yFIMmKUGM0-iGLSjyWNOfGyVzcXlNhR3vm5GYUcrCP4FpZ12uITnjWbkd1hh8DBM0ii8BwXllT-B4HpBa_04xDCfHihVHiqY_u-YJ6jeHUysl-K5RiKH/s1600-h/santorini.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVqQzwhxgotEoSVq-Nm9dg2e-yFIMmKUGM0-iGLSjyWNOfGyVzcXlNhR3vm5GYUcrCP4FpZ12uITnjWbkd1hh8DBM0ii8BwXllT-B4HpBa_04xDCfHihVHiqY_u-YJ6jeHUysl-K5RiKH/s400/santorini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412381073406930242" /></a></div><div>Greece please. Beautiful.</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite places:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbMA4ph1u4FGAZbaUGUQvCYS2UOArgs4uv7IHpNyH-HUU65-zdgJqgsjcJFDfjPzF47kGqBYa9b68_hgXU6aQ0U_QubJLQRFZOTGXdPMMZ1lRN0XVL_6Lj40YtNhXWivvoWbE-nXABEuh/s1600-h/3_patchwork.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKbMA4ph1u4FGAZbaUGUQvCYS2UOArgs4uv7IHpNyH-HUU65-zdgJqgsjcJFDfjPzF47kGqBYa9b68_hgXU6aQ0U_QubJLQRFZOTGXdPMMZ1lRN0XVL_6Lj40YtNhXWivvoWbE-nXABEuh/s400/3_patchwork.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412381072146058546" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">I LOVE my bed.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Favorite Object:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6B1FUCO0tfc44287Rm_3P0JeVpCiJX_Y60ahXRfIswYuUVqPukDLFfrmHNZbFrRBqIfNRAzpUzQYmQ4mPgG3rUwQrZJ3iaFPX1553iI3bqdBdHSZJrb2K0JZ4IWjQhfbMj5uWjiaoLeo/s1600-h/apple_macbook_pro_multitouch_intel_core_2_duo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6B1FUCO0tfc44287Rm_3P0JeVpCiJX_Y60ahXRfIswYuUVqPukDLFfrmHNZbFrRBqIfNRAzpUzQYmQ4mPgG3rUwQrZJ3iaFPX1553iI3bqdBdHSZJrb2K0JZ4IWjQhfbMj5uWjiaoLeo/s400/apple_macbook_pro_multitouch_intel_core_2_duo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412381067506014162" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Love my mac.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Favorite Animal:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQNHrskoMnWwOI2_dpPApFl24WGasJ_mzU4P8mLhqzEdR0-7BGf18pX61IMePpA1PrPTrsbGsteZm74T8C08OjgbTkohv4qF0sGiO-sGC0WdlbH8V3pWMKLBuJKkFEuPX1-nlttzYAIlw/s1600-h/659368_fpx.tif.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQNHrskoMnWwOI2_dpPApFl24WGasJ_mzU4P8mLhqzEdR0-7BGf18pX61IMePpA1PrPTrsbGsteZm74T8C08OjgbTkohv4qF0sGiO-sGC0WdlbH8V3pWMKLBuJKkFEuPX1-nlttzYAIlw/s400/659368_fpx.tif.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380717849463650" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">A stuffed one. Don't love animals.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Favorite Food:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzO6mo4ActQolOHLijd964rJ7z4UA59tUK2C0n9RHaUZcOt5MdQYvuZDkWhFy9t9LQZOuV1dPSOIR6UUmt0peJGqc9nb8WCtYs6Te5aaDlxUqRx8NSQsKSg2ZnXEC6w7mSA_Fr56dqf8QG/s1600-h/sweet_sensations.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzO6mo4ActQolOHLijd964rJ7z4UA59tUK2C0n9RHaUZcOt5MdQYvuZDkWhFy9t9LQZOuV1dPSOIR6UUmt0peJGqc9nb8WCtYs6Te5aaDlxUqRx8NSQsKSg2ZnXEC6w7mSA_Fr56dqf8QG/s400/sweet_sensations.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380714635987602" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Sweets please.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Favorite Color:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16q-koC51Bmk40Z14IGFL-a_kf4uvMuiOZR0XgK-NxEl51DwgPF-f6Hs67POnRg03NaNeLnR14Js0AZoX2urIIQxJVTnxFfMbbDzWeWsRJE9I-SGn0j4ByVMJfnLbbSzhGYnI4hDbANRQ/s1600-h/400_F_6952069_L2YcWUx2sYil5D4ejquSYsMeDlGn4ohG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16q-koC51Bmk40Z14IGFL-a_kf4uvMuiOZR0XgK-NxEl51DwgPF-f6Hs67POnRg03NaNeLnR14Js0AZoX2urIIQxJVTnxFfMbbDzWeWsRJE9I-SGn0j4ByVMJfnLbbSzhGYnI4hDbANRQ/s400/400_F_6952069_L2YcWUx2sYil5D4ejquSYsMeDlGn4ohG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380710386956866" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Green is sexy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Where I was born:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvrsYfpV_kmhyp4vn-omApN_Cd0CCQr_FpejfJVaTtraDzasHn-a7OdbE6OEe26HXmM4u3S0VAzpX_vgsS6eApSQrgN2hHX7itr9BwLUBMjj1Vh5mIcQ41rKT-vLaey3Czs04q_rXZvXZ/s1600-h/img_0903-a-72-400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvrsYfpV_kmhyp4vn-omApN_Cd0CCQr_FpejfJVaTtraDzasHn-a7OdbE6OEe26HXmM4u3S0VAzpX_vgsS6eApSQrgN2hHX7itr9BwLUBMjj1Vh5mIcQ41rKT-vLaey3Czs04q_rXZvXZ/s400/img_0903-a-72-400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380700958905410" /></a>STG for life... not really though.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Past Love:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZT4DNzvAYyOLFqayCFID2nufTUM-kkQlIknF1btmLOahCFWFYBpPqnhHK8Jneq0eaB8CbiWj4P5pN5W-AbQVtChhbqAKWfZWSB_uDtMiGKzzQYMAHezFMJ8CCHMp2mS1l7VZmzS-J5VZ/s1600-h/tweety_bird.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZT4DNzvAYyOLFqayCFID2nufTUM-kkQlIknF1btmLOahCFWFYBpPqnhHK8Jneq0eaB8CbiWj4P5pN5W-AbQVtChhbqAKWfZWSB_uDtMiGKzzQYMAHezFMJ8CCHMp2mS1l7VZmzS-J5VZ/s400/tweety_bird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412380697306014098" /></a>I use to be OBSESSED. </div><div><br /></div><div>I tag Allison, Jaime, Jillian, and Nichole<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div></div><br /></div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-43999406079854666672009-12-01T17:42:00.000-08:002009-12-01T17:51:35.129-08:00OK, OK, OK, I know it has been forever!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPAy0BRljbPA-gV9lEpw3HNrGoKvYGT4atlw-F_zE0CfLzyKpxsrLm9j8FvnrbL4bMz7pektxZk9QpGFFnSzfSUXgNhOqD6Sg2mFW18prjMqt3VBWwSxMkOyvTHN7gSBtbBo3mtkgfcdR/s1600/CIMG2104.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPAy0BRljbPA-gV9lEpw3HNrGoKvYGT4atlw-F_zE0CfLzyKpxsrLm9j8FvnrbL4bMz7pektxZk9QpGFFnSzfSUXgNhOqD6Sg2mFW18prjMqt3VBWwSxMkOyvTHN7gSBtbBo3mtkgfcdR/s400/CIMG2104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410450533198163714" /></a><br />Almost a year has gone by since I did my last post, but I am really going to keep up with it this time. I recently deleted my facebook :( I spent WAY to much time on it, and decided I should spend my time doing more useful things. However, I still feel like I needed a place to write down my thoughts, so here I am! I am just going to give a quick update. I am living in SLC right now going to the U. This semester has kicked my butt, but I am always grateful that I am in school :) I am living with 5 other girls at the moment and we always are doing crazy, weird, girl things. Dating life right now is whatever. I have been dating this boy for the last 4 months, but it is fading out. I am sooo sad because I actually liked this one. I wish I could be over it already, but what can you do? Winter is killing me, I am always freezing and wishing I had a snuggie. I really want to try snowboarding this season, I just need someone to come with because we all know I will fall on my booty a lot. So pretty much this post is just to get me going again. I am going to try and do a post a day. Wish me luck!Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-10218674790824765932009-02-04T15:04:00.001-08:002009-02-04T15:28:03.817-08:00Granny is mad....<div>Well if any of you are still looking at my blog, which I never update, my granny left me a comment to get my booty in gear. So here is a little up date of my life. In no particular order.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the beginning of the semester I moved into a new house with some new girls. I love my new roomies! They are such good girls and we always have a good time together. Believe it or not, it is never dramatic. I love it!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxR6R0eRTXSfZHnUytpH_2Pz93jFic5vQa-tuTJR4E9c7ru2hMSz6PlVNX6PvEfJ-O-WkHQYh6bm2kcCNH29Ux0B0KxgYN73pi7jscFOUwVnEoSVT4AnwjHIjq0hBvM3cTUOqo3vQLgBgk/s1600-h/CIMG1143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxR6R0eRTXSfZHnUytpH_2Pz93jFic5vQa-tuTJR4E9c7ru2hMSz6PlVNX6PvEfJ-O-WkHQYh6bm2kcCNH29Ux0B0KxgYN73pi7jscFOUwVnEoSVT4AnwjHIjq0hBvM3cTUOqo3vQLgBgk/s400/CIMG1143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299087147879751554" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>At my work party I won Jazz tickets! The reason that I was SO excited to win tickets is because I knew my Dad would be stoked. He is like a little boy when it comes to the Jazz. In January he came up and we went to the Jazz vs Pacers. Of course we won :) We had such a good time! We went to Gateway with Shalie and Ella, and had dinner at The Other Place, and were off to the game. I love my Dad so much and am so glad that I got to spend the evening with him!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDqnE9HqDO-AfQiFomuPO7j_pFI8Yhv4rmPEuWJ8lxenZDsstPJAj_F9zQDKiSSrSugeaxCFY3SM0G29eMwQW6NcAmr5VaUaKvinsT1lAKbrPXEgRfzNqYDHaOeSC-8UT9SKc7vGQ221o/s1600-h/CIMG1088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDqnE9HqDO-AfQiFomuPO7j_pFI8Yhv4rmPEuWJ8lxenZDsstPJAj_F9zQDKiSSrSugeaxCFY3SM0G29eMwQW6NcAmr5VaUaKvinsT1lAKbrPXEgRfzNqYDHaOeSC-8UT9SKc7vGQ221o/s400/CIMG1088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299086401585199522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWalAEjrksm_JJMMdNErzziUIQ3xMxU42ASLtUJzwxj9jshGSWY1_1mUq6ICzN6gaDtwdsjlY4qQuYHIj9LlVUr7_nqQFkWSxMctAqUmy-P-UnAduIsIASsft9UtiMdzi2g8TIS7usbf5/s1600-h/CIMG1081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWalAEjrksm_JJMMdNErzziUIQ3xMxU42ASLtUJzwxj9jshGSWY1_1mUq6ICzN6gaDtwdsjlY4qQuYHIj9LlVUr7_nqQFkWSxMctAqUmy-P-UnAduIsIASsft9UtiMdzi2g8TIS7usbf5/s400/CIMG1081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299086397352365506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4le6BjI69cY3ievoEA3LzDm2wKygzKD9OxtY5w59PIELzm0mmJ3GZGpw_g19V4fv4H-d_sCpxS1pMF-SvMXOf_uKFZTnciqW9qyMbzpvm8pRCxXBDrlqC1HlPTml2aspEuR9Zv12gfus/s1600-h/CIMG1080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv4le6BjI69cY3ievoEA3LzDm2wKygzKD9OxtY5w59PIELzm0mmJ3GZGpw_g19V4fv4H-d_sCpxS1pMF-SvMXOf_uKFZTnciqW9qyMbzpvm8pRCxXBDrlqC1HlPTml2aspEuR9Zv12gfus/s400/CIMG1080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299086394097656642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxSTFoDgwNHwYCmQAdT6-EBfzYp7OU0cmlS_ZyHiyw63lkPdb9JEYHBXzFhdNFam1DiwW7hoKS9NwMgOYsxJ30mbvl2ZUZUs522SUCeQm2t2p_OQfycMVjOuWqulmRdvM4GWC4yl-arCY/s1600-h/CIMG1100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxSTFoDgwNHwYCmQAdT6-EBfzYp7OU0cmlS_ZyHiyw63lkPdb9JEYHBXzFhdNFam1DiwW7hoKS9NwMgOYsxJ30mbvl2ZUZUs522SUCeQm2t2p_OQfycMVjOuWqulmRdvM4GWC4yl-arCY/s400/CIMG1100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299086390499132914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphenMTg2U6eMpHOCn7DQ3GUA4PMPQYTXczqlPxNmbeUThMcHLD3FmfXTivgtTYs50WJeseCYgQ4k1WzYJEXViGpRdVO8PqbyTzIi6pWEOwjae775DyaCZ5z1wjkxflJzFNik_vH5Uwz3jaU/s1600-h/CIMG1053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghyphenhyphenMTg2U6eMpHOCn7DQ3GUA4PMPQYTXczqlPxNmbeUThMcHLD3FmfXTivgtTYs50WJeseCYgQ4k1WzYJEXViGpRdVO8PqbyTzIi6pWEOwjae775DyaCZ5z1wjkxflJzFNik_vH5Uwz3jaU/s400/CIMG1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299086388099544498" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div>My friend Mele and I both have flying benefits so this last weekend we went to Hawaii. It was so nice! We laid on the beach, ate TONS of food (I literally gained 7 pounds in 2 days), and went on a boat ride. I now look like a tomato, with blisters :( It was totally worth it though! Mele is so fun to travel with cause she always keeps me laughing.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZPEGrl5-OukwOopQoqMOMoDMm-SB54kQRKThhAfsVCvXByvNPXTIyf8OLqZEzZ_bOh4FeTkQOiISEEymFkEeHO4H-kRxfajsILdvm7Qb_pCo9jlq9r0qp580_xUowHMFiBvedhe21ZWh/s1600-h/CIMG1236.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZPEGrl5-OukwOopQoqMOMoDMm-SB54kQRKThhAfsVCvXByvNPXTIyf8OLqZEzZ_bOh4FeTkQOiISEEymFkEeHO4H-kRxfajsILdvm7Qb_pCo9jlq9r0qp580_xUowHMFiBvedhe21ZWh/s400/CIMG1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299083707223887938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKaq0l7qHfvzR8mBtsBG14Lk5UplEbl3V-jA78X87jDsvt9nXx8w0rGDnpu6TjHVsJ-GEHZWwJLFhLleiPL4eN8SDJ_-5cA7fuHYemwLSP9FUnjoocGMhGTaqJHlJxeUWQTPmTG0A8waz/s1600-h/CIMG1246.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKaq0l7qHfvzR8mBtsBG14Lk5UplEbl3V-jA78X87jDsvt9nXx8w0rGDnpu6TjHVsJ-GEHZWwJLFhLleiPL4eN8SDJ_-5cA7fuHYemwLSP9FUnjoocGMhGTaqJHlJxeUWQTPmTG0A8waz/s400/CIMG1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299083705468710962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiax5UHhOHGq5SYhP75UvqEYLGJGByf3AsXhLrG7dEs_fDmcVl3QVg33XjVe7s3qw_06VbVSlWTvR1pfYxwyb_wmnBaDu7yFtoXc38X-p4Hs4RwSwPrpL7_r3eyMqx-CJLvegRQ41VdYzha/s1600-h/CIMG1271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiax5UHhOHGq5SYhP75UvqEYLGJGByf3AsXhLrG7dEs_fDmcVl3QVg33XjVe7s3qw_06VbVSlWTvR1pfYxwyb_wmnBaDu7yFtoXc38X-p4Hs4RwSwPrpL7_r3eyMqx-CJLvegRQ41VdYzha/s400/CIMG1271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299083698713614162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2o5yW-1amJQbRjVldGEckjHJ7EdJdbu-JFv4z9ZbXkmlZS2Xu1qbM82-VwflaeNu5Us0cprwQSVZfDkkhn4eBUKTzFKQ5AEwZ5hKu9cHTiXeeDwqqTwYFCR3pUcMTiSBPo091l9XiRkr/s1600-h/CIMG1283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht2o5yW-1amJQbRjVldGEckjHJ7EdJdbu-JFv4z9ZbXkmlZS2Xu1qbM82-VwflaeNu5Us0cprwQSVZfDkkhn4eBUKTzFKQ5AEwZ5hKu9cHTiXeeDwqqTwYFCR3pUcMTiSBPo091l9XiRkr/s400/CIMG1283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299083699151374290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1J2cdS-QS7NIgloX5Llxd4DKLVMu5f_8TKlZct0ziacdIJdqrsAyV8Ngr6N_i-4Hkgqxp8LtdybOObA9eMtq8uzNL87gex9G5ak0K9cwl5lymEr1YGrdHS-lNvmtbG8tlZM_GpQTK2vn/s1600-h/CIMG1179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1J2cdS-QS7NIgloX5Llxd4DKLVMu5f_8TKlZct0ziacdIJdqrsAyV8Ngr6N_i-4Hkgqxp8LtdybOObA9eMtq8uzNL87gex9G5ak0K9cwl5lymEr1YGrdHS-lNvmtbG8tlZM_GpQTK2vn/s400/CIMG1179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299083689885903746" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-2249660607569797812008-12-04T19:07:00.000-08:002008-12-04T19:34:41.743-08:00Injustice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipL1745ZUE0LmwldKfFrJEFUXa7n9q9G9Cv9C_rjSaas4mAIidDdS6KYf1eJZ8CaMMIWPsBoAy8GqduOd5T0xBp0Br4AGvh-lpqDFiyK0paCvsiOpQ15uzYqkku7VJ2aSAxWNjKaREiV_l/s1600-h/fatcop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipL1745ZUE0LmwldKfFrJEFUXa7n9q9G9Cv9C_rjSaas4mAIidDdS6KYf1eJZ8CaMMIWPsBoAy8GqduOd5T0xBp0Br4AGvh-lpqDFiyK0paCvsiOpQ15uzYqkku7VJ2aSAxWNjKaREiV_l/s400/fatcop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276144280603009970" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Ok. Top three reasons I hate Ogden<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1- It's ugly<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2- It means I am only half way to Salt Lake<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3- Cops<br /></div><div>So about 2 weeks ago I was driving to SLC, and passing through Ogden. I am coughing my head off, look up in my rearview mirror to see a car is on my butt, and so I hurry and get over (without signaling). Next thing I know lights are flashing. I am getting pulled over. I am freaking out because I don't know why I am being pulled over...I know I am not speeding. I get over to the side of the road, and Officer Notsofriendly approaches my car. He tells me that he clocked me going 80 mph and that I did not signal. In my head I am thinking, did he really just pull me over for going 5 miles over the speed limit? Wow, he must not have anything better to do. So then he asks me how my driving record is. I tell him that it is good, and that I have no tickets, thinking I am getting brownie points and am going to get out of this. Boy was I wrong. He reappears at my car and tells me that I was going 15 mph over the speed limit! I was like what?! I was only going 80! He then told me that the speed limit changed to 65 a half mile ago! 1/2 mile people! EWWWWWWW! I am so bugged. Then he is like I will give you a break and only cite you for 10 over, and a warning on the failure to signal. I was like whatever, thank you, and goodbye! Don't worry the story does not end there. Today I call to pay the ticket, and the lady is like you can't pay it until you provide proof of insurance. Um, hi. I totally gave the cop my insurance and he did not put it in the system! I am IRATE at this point. So she is like you have to come to Ogden to show us proof. Great. It is not like it's finals week and I have nothing better to do. Then I ask her how much my ticket was going to be, she replies $165! WTF?! "WHY?" I ask her and she goes on to tell me that I got cited for speeding, and for not signaling. The stupid cop lied to me! Ew... I hate him. Not only did he not put down my insurance, but he totally lied to me! So I drove my booty down to Ogden to set up a court date to fight my ticket, because they would not set one up over the phone! EEEEEWWWWW! I have never disliked someone so bad! I hope he shoots himself in the foot. So my court date is January 6....pray for me! hahaha I am done venting now. </div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-80360210266430290802008-11-22T09:56:00.000-08:002008-11-22T10:08:10.543-08:00Happy Birthday Lacy Girl!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg319SatcEJkpd1IKR6XwgYPXNEyIaOKS22TTgc6BBv1E104VZsrO2bE8tVOJO6eC0SBUSpB6e1x_sG7fc6NKXta4UYsTw-6LnHtN_4fHoifn-l1UwolJxwtdRsJJYMch1d7Gx0frMHbJIT/s1600-h/CIMG0653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg319SatcEJkpd1IKR6XwgYPXNEyIaOKS22TTgc6BBv1E104VZsrO2bE8tVOJO6eC0SBUSpB6e1x_sG7fc6NKXta4UYsTw-6LnHtN_4fHoifn-l1UwolJxwtdRsJJYMch1d7Gx0frMHbJIT/s400/CIMG0653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271545106916778482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5p7yvG_1Lyu0SZb23vg8a78Kyt85yOzghRRhileH6UX7EuCTowcttIFEmA_Z2Divv8gZ620bj86nrMmDpe7r4j_FR1DOuBBjqouQpJEqx6_f8QNFt70HsbHTjlZs7oo1pcMMeqIDJQ_03/s1600-h/CIMG0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5p7yvG_1Lyu0SZb23vg8a78Kyt85yOzghRRhileH6UX7EuCTowcttIFEmA_Z2Divv8gZ620bj86nrMmDpe7r4j_FR1DOuBBjqouQpJEqx6_f8QNFt70HsbHTjlZs7oo1pcMMeqIDJQ_03/s400/CIMG0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271545104912886482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ITNAAfG_F09qmytLOtpu9xpBD2-eBVhPzZZ3hRiz43oXNB2kfemJIsQk4_hsrQydKTuXpZAMqIhzayEIFYclXMZCbFtG2aRUMvkK1mMikG2g0W_hSGuCHvRIMld8fjS5xTTVj6xPlZ9x/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ITNAAfG_F09qmytLOtpu9xpBD2-eBVhPzZZ3hRiz43oXNB2kfemJIsQk4_hsrQydKTuXpZAMqIhzayEIFYclXMZCbFtG2aRUMvkK1mMikG2g0W_hSGuCHvRIMld8fjS5xTTVj6xPlZ9x/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271545100836662610" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Today is Lacy's Birthday! She is my little DIVA. I love her so dang much, and can't believe she is 14 years old! It is crazy. Here is my top ten of why I LOVE her...<div><br /></div><div>1. Best SNUGGLE bug ever.</div><div>2. Sweet texts she sends me.</div><div>3. She is beautiful.</div><div>4. Kinda a weirdo.... like me :)</div><div>5. We get to share clothes... usually she wears more of mine!</div><div>6. She keeps me updated on all the new trendy songs.</div><div>7. She is so kind to mostly everyone, and has tons of friends.</div><div>8. She talks to me when I am bored.</div><div>9. Always speaks her mind</div><div>10. She is just the BEST sissy ever! </div><div><br /></div><div>Love you to death girly! Or should I say a young women! hahaa<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-51754767373138047292008-11-11T22:02:00.001-08:002008-11-11T22:10:17.637-08:00All Because Two People Fell In LOVE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipe8ftXXVmWVCbhPGQr2Bxv9g3ge_sgG38KefHAjfu_1DhKLjhAAUo7dMjnzk5v237wI7EYTvhGBekoqaChGKjRW32qoW76FMyZXG-9P4rHZ3ZUfaFYradT2ih1BFjVRNkRucF_q2YZZ9g/s1600-h/CIMG0599.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipe8ftXXVmWVCbhPGQr2Bxv9g3ge_sgG38KefHAjfu_1DhKLjhAAUo7dMjnzk5v237wI7EYTvhGBekoqaChGKjRW32qoW76FMyZXG-9P4rHZ3ZUfaFYradT2ih1BFjVRNkRucF_q2YZZ9g/s400/CIMG0599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267648824799794562" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>Happy 25 years of marriage parents! I love my mamma and papa bear so much! Today they celebrated 25 years of marriage, and I could not be happier for them. Most of you know that their marriage has had its fair share of trials, but I speak for me and my sisters when I say that we are so proud of them and the wonderful examples that they are to us. I am so excited to see what the next 25 years holds for them and our family. Love you parents. Oh, and this is the only time I have ever seen my parents dance together....I think I about peed my pants!Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-905940881843846592008-11-01T17:12:00.000-07:002008-11-01T17:21:35.888-07:00Tzagged! Thanks David Poo...David tagged me so here I go!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">10 Years ago I was...<br /><br />1. The queen of the bus with Braxtin Ellett (he was the king).<br />2. Going into Young Women's<br />3. A chubber<br />4. LOVING Woodward! <br />5. Busy bringing capris back!<br /><br />5 Things on today's "To Do" list...<br /><br />1. Shower. Bad.<br />2. Take a nap. I am so tired from yesterday, and busy work today.<br />3. Homework :(<br />4. Laundry<br />5. Do some leisurely reading<br /><br />5 Things I would do if I were a Millionaire...<br /><br />1. Pay it forward<br />2. Pay off student loans for me and Sita!<br />3. Buy a house for my parents</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">4. SHOP! Lots.<br />5. New car. I love mine, but I want a gas efficient car.<br /><br />5 Places I have lived...<br /><br />1. St. Geezy<br />2. Westside<br />3. Sugarhouse<br />4. Avenues<br />5. Logan<br /><br />5 Jobs I have had...<br /><br />1. Dry-cleaners :(<br />2. Aeropostale...hate retail.<br />3. Waitress</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">4. Waitress<br />5. Waitress</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">6. Waitress</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">7. Waitress</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; ">8. Waitress<br /><br />I tag my mom. Rules: Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person that tagged you know when you've answered the questions on your blog.</span><br /></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-21408399472170086992008-10-23T21:43:00.000-07:002008-10-23T22:03:18.264-07:00The Most Fairest Family Of All...<div>I am so grateful that God blessed my family with good looks...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaZQ_ckIRE4aXwlUNtzbzquJAFEOU2NI6SoWY-14lbP7vBso7l0oYArR4-06yzKdAAERq6Jbbzeh8iZy6BJL00iRmWdWltLO7R0a9h_oXpFJCF_HRdWK08KLgxWBrMgXSKH_sPbnFm0WW/s1600-h/Photo+68.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaZQ_ckIRE4aXwlUNtzbzquJAFEOU2NI6SoWY-14lbP7vBso7l0oYArR4-06yzKdAAERq6Jbbzeh8iZy6BJL00iRmWdWltLO7R0a9h_oXpFJCF_HRdWK08KLgxWBrMgXSKH_sPbnFm0WW/s400/Photo+68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579523348979458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Oh baby babe!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Xs3IDDaAauQ2N9lDpkFKFh3L1U40BnZYQaiqDXGfu7nmJpH5CMmnGmehWr4SSZerELBoB7naFYBFO8x8Bb-mceZT6lLpl3EJawXPfICmuAjUntO2ENPdn5BgCjc6wamv7piiuXh5rLt0/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Xs3IDDaAauQ2N9lDpkFKFh3L1U40BnZYQaiqDXGfu7nmJpH5CMmnGmehWr4SSZerELBoB7naFYBFO8x8Bb-mceZT6lLpl3EJawXPfICmuAjUntO2ENPdn5BgCjc6wamv7piiuXh5rLt0/s400/Photo+153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579513974190722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Maggie is stunning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87SWf0dKRGdG_VrZ4LCnPAnySGvlzdULsZ11CicSBt0gDdYbj4-d_Jdk3X6ocg9XRp0RcPw9Cr-loWNjPDBMdai6KSX8LfyIXAS5Y2dbEpuE-6n2Kvhb8LhE6PToYdWZIMNcS5sw6WqZA/s1600-h/Photo+131.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87SWf0dKRGdG_VrZ4LCnPAnySGvlzdULsZ11CicSBt0gDdYbj4-d_Jdk3X6ocg9XRp0RcPw9Cr-loWNjPDBMdai6KSX8LfyIXAS5Y2dbEpuE-6n2Kvhb8LhE6PToYdWZIMNcS5sw6WqZA/s400/Photo+131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579509226996130" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><div style="text-align: center;"> Ow Ow Lacy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QtojQlQYLtlHZkjjZ3msxKTl537JA-APdJYAV3AdID1hBZG8Xp7qf-fFznHjtge-qcd7A39ucBLO4GAV-A8XgEZpvsxdT077bUJDSjZG7y3EwkUEoxRUQ7P9N5A6BpkNvh9cRrZ33QKd/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QtojQlQYLtlHZkjjZ3msxKTl537JA-APdJYAV3AdID1hBZG8Xp7qf-fFznHjtge-qcd7A39ucBLO4GAV-A8XgEZpvsxdT077bUJDSjZG7y3EwkUEoxRUQ7P9N5A6BpkNvh9cRrZ33QKd/s400/Photo+32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260578577585321554" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">More cupcakes please! Yummy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHXSlp13HnvO54X_pNWhZpnVepjeU7TY7Pu3e5vpMbHND7LzYQQ4SRUQN9JHofGH0_Cff3imAx2Q5NbyE_TyH3f2n7QtU7_Gp0Fho7-O2K8lkRGnlDCRNBygCvLTzNz9endZdXNVrfCP_/s1600-h/Photo+90.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHXSlp13HnvO54X_pNWhZpnVepjeU7TY7Pu3e5vpMbHND7LzYQQ4SRUQN9JHofGH0_Cff3imAx2Q5NbyE_TyH3f2n7QtU7_Gp0Fho7-O2K8lkRGnlDCRNBygCvLTzNz9endZdXNVrfCP_/s400/Photo+90.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260578577716854258" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Crazy "Little Person"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xGn024HQuUC9GmS_XlFDK4GepsPWO83bpifgT6gQ1UotvhZiDH38EdE7GCP48FbXqQP4ELiFs4CrPWd8XvRuAcZ0sABDmlDU4mWCwxpTpPY7bpem5zuegVVTTSw6vssnqcJBTNIbFyN-/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xGn024HQuUC9GmS_XlFDK4GepsPWO83bpifgT6gQ1UotvhZiDH38EdE7GCP48FbXqQP4ELiFs4CrPWd8XvRuAcZ0sABDmlDU4mWCwxpTpPY7bpem5zuegVVTTSw6vssnqcJBTNIbFyN-/s400/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260578573473386946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Work it Shay, Work it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkw1qMukxPGnmAbf2-Te436qzry6QaoHDjlSiV3tl5nSe9iyLnCVT3H6nei-NcB42kzYJrmtWANwpeP9Jd2HvT_-5ADxLRid-5Sr_sOr2Mrz78_vuS-Z5X_l1OaiWx4a-25E_TRjE4mfR/s1600-h/Photo+62.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLkw1qMukxPGnmAbf2-Te436qzry6QaoHDjlSiV3tl5nSe9iyLnCVT3H6nei-NcB42kzYJrmtWANwpeP9Jd2HvT_-5ADxLRid-5Sr_sOr2Mrz78_vuS-Z5X_l1OaiWx4a-25E_TRjE4mfR/s400/Photo+62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579520974345874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Mom's hottt!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTux-yZsSyb3jJ92OgsUizBoI_m47voKa5U7Ga19FN-VtwAGHOX_Jaj1PbsBUTXpW8a5FALhNVcA-cXgCVXD13FmhHcWt0IjPVxm0fGHdEQ76Sb1SXXTh7vBDKrjU54JFleWZ190PuQ-TR/s1600-h/Photo+182.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTux-yZsSyb3jJ92OgsUizBoI_m47voKa5U7Ga19FN-VtwAGHOX_Jaj1PbsBUTXpW8a5FALhNVcA-cXgCVXD13FmhHcWt0IjPVxm0fGHdEQ76Sb1SXXTh7vBDKrjU54JFleWZ190PuQ-TR/s400/Photo+182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260577134744424498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So ripped!</div><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-18522560713809874862008-10-15T18:56:00.000-07:002008-10-15T19:11:21.811-07:00DisneyLand!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLROPp3GmkxMMG6hEWwn8uhr_4qRfeGtdcNiTWzs3Y1vOtdC9g1nfzEbiLtlxYAWyaALaPDrSr2r4jKEvH2HIbQ8IT1_FQphE0kwz_saTKe49CExQP6iUGFkjbpiBAwphrGVGufFq-ypqx/s1600-h/DSCN3162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLROPp3GmkxMMG6hEWwn8uhr_4qRfeGtdcNiTWzs3Y1vOtdC9g1nfzEbiLtlxYAWyaALaPDrSr2r4jKEvH2HIbQ8IT1_FQphE0kwz_saTKe49CExQP6iUGFkjbpiBAwphrGVGufFq-ypqx/s400/DSCN3162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257568475210908626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-MchsM3yruRzuo4bAaW804_ypKml5U5j89OCTC_xz42QaZ2fRLW3qjsIw0byCp-P0oWthRGRmv_uXznkcf2JVwKVqGr1jabcvL1bHP44eOVjCdEf-mrk3GUqwzYRGfGni3CJe1RDDFJU/s1600-h/DSCN3167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-MchsM3yruRzuo4bAaW804_ypKml5U5j89OCTC_xz42QaZ2fRLW3qjsIw0byCp-P0oWthRGRmv_uXznkcf2JVwKVqGr1jabcvL1bHP44eOVjCdEf-mrk3GUqwzYRGfGni3CJe1RDDFJU/s400/DSCN3167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257568498302256066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxRDFQyaP0oK1IrH6meik7ZEf9SicDaU4yQHDgNk7FKbes_aS4ZG-2ntpCQr3LzGI2K0Ku7IE-WUUMg172r5H1sqPDaLJ819MRgvDwMW__01BC9nBkmjDDNhVxbdA9rZVNfvPNLTJKfBt/s1600-h/DSCN3192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxRDFQyaP0oK1IrH6meik7ZEf9SicDaU4yQHDgNk7FKbes_aS4ZG-2ntpCQr3LzGI2K0Ku7IE-WUUMg172r5H1sqPDaLJ819MRgvDwMW__01BC9nBkmjDDNhVxbdA9rZVNfvPNLTJKfBt/s400/DSCN3192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257568501984708962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFAk_QAejTTdASXB8uEPMu9Ns_x9uJ7JJNFOB6ehFkpBpNSLXZ684YeWYd91DnIVYhyttQA-bcHQ38qbd5M5FjnyKmwdc794ulXa_JICLx4Zx0LPr7DavikVfZyELqHo4fncuJnNxJ320/s1600-h/DSCN3217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFAk_QAejTTdASXB8uEPMu9Ns_x9uJ7JJNFOB6ehFkpBpNSLXZ684YeWYd91DnIVYhyttQA-bcHQ38qbd5M5FjnyKmwdc794ulXa_JICLx4Zx0LPr7DavikVfZyELqHo4fncuJnNxJ320/s400/DSCN3217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257568512290829762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlsCPLlL7mfZ6ssruBGeNDWGJzeQPr_wIVqnZL-hYezTh6Is_6qlWEirNi6XyjdRZT3IHrFCdpq1E_TItxYaBaMyGqMoKFW4uaTN1dB7HoDwwm3NqdpYnZlFP_0RBQ6rquPi0ctJyfhv4k/s1600-h/DSCN3239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlsCPLlL7mfZ6ssruBGeNDWGJzeQPr_wIVqnZL-hYezTh6Is_6qlWEirNi6XyjdRZT3IHrFCdpq1E_TItxYaBaMyGqMoKFW4uaTN1dB7HoDwwm3NqdpYnZlFP_0RBQ6rquPi0ctJyfhv4k/s400/DSCN3239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257568514732404786" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>This last weekend I got to go to Disneyland with one one of my best friends Paul! We had a blast! We left Sunday morning an came back Monday night. I think 2 days in D-land is just perfect. We got to go on all the rides we wanted to, meet the characters, and go to the shows! My favorite part was that everything was decorated for Halloween. It was SO cute. The Haunted Mansion was amazing, they change it so everything is like the Nightmare Before Christmas. So sweet! The weather was a perfect 85 degrees, and I got a little color! I really needed the break, and am so grateful that I have flying benefits. It truly is the happiest place on Earth! Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-27876469263848312282008-10-03T20:53:00.000-07:002008-10-03T21:21:36.650-07:00Missin' My Girls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhqlHXnC6sTjlA0TCDdWTCwbLvQGvg0pXGcwRAkdrST8FKiLXIrtO-bPlrmFNpWlU1Lsj5SYTN0L9npwT7hb-vRpk6tcFZSU93gyXwzk-ctibjnOR3ERoL9DKvkRI6B_IGYp3D2CR8il0/s1600-h/Photo+227.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhqlHXnC6sTjlA0TCDdWTCwbLvQGvg0pXGcwRAkdrST8FKiLXIrtO-bPlrmFNpWlU1Lsj5SYTN0L9npwT7hb-vRpk6tcFZSU93gyXwzk-ctibjnOR3ERoL9DKvkRI6B_IGYp3D2CR8il0/s400/Photo+227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253149101041773170" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>The only word to describe my girlfreinds and I growing up is weird. Haha. Lets just say we came up with the craziest things to keep us entertained from Kindergarten to the present. I just want to share a few of my favorite memories of me and my girls...<div>*9-line! (This is a crisis line that we would call and prank all the time while we waited for our ride in middle school).</div><div>*Music Videos (Avril)</div><div>*Hours, hours, hours of home videos! Just to name my favorites...Aladdin, Italian couple, the one where this picture came from, and a million others.</div><div>*Glamour Pictures</div><div>*Marci's house and tons of food.</div><div>*Christmas Parties</div><div>*Amanda's love potions</div><div>*Having Nichole help me with my Math all the time.</div><div>*Valentines Day (Jillian peeing her pants every year)</div><div>*Halo</div><div>*East Elementary Broncos</div><div>*Back to school parties</div><div>*"Surprise" Birthday Breakfasts (the year I got caught in my towel)</div><div>*Swimming...all the time!</div><div>*Jimmy Johns Delivery</div><div>*Licensees</div><div>*Pranking people everyday...haha so mean.</div><div>*Braxtin and Spencer...bahahaha</div><div>*Sleepovers</div><div>*Having friend devotionals</div><div>*Aleesha's house</div><div>*The Boulevard </div><div>*Night games</div><div>*Halloween</div><div>*First Cuss Words</div><div>*Martina McBride Concert</div><div>*Plays...I was always the supporter</div><div>*Grandma Mable</div><div>*Mighty Ducks</div><div>*Room decorating</div><div>*Kidnapping Marci...I think I peed my pants laughing</div><div>*Firesides</div><div>*EFY<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>*Braces....everyone! Me the longest though.</div><div>*Nicknames... they were pretty mean!</div><div>*Marci's satanic dog Daisy...everyone was scared of her. I still hate her to this day.</div><div>*Polly...Jillian's nice dog.</div><div>*How we named eachothers toenails... </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Jillian had square toes so we called her Sponge Bob Square Toes<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Marci has way spacey toes that are balls so we called her alien toes<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Caitilin has triangle toenails...no comment! Love you Cakers!<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Everyone else had pretty normal toes...haha<br /></div><div>*City league sports...we were all always on the same team</div><div>*Morningside Gang...we all lived in Morningside so that is what people started calling us at school</div><div>*Graduation</div><div><br /></div><div>These are just a few of the memories that I have of my best friends from my childhood. It is so crazy that we are all grown up in college, married, and having babies. It literally seems like yesterday when we were being nerds, and just doing pointless things all the time. I just want to tell Amanda, Jillian, Kenzee, Aleesha, Nichole, Marci, Caitlin, and Kenzee how much I love and miss you all! Thank you so much for being the best friends ever and making me the person that I am today. Much love!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-70947699981969246462008-09-23T17:40:00.000-07:002008-09-23T17:52:20.137-07:00Tagger bo dagger!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; "> Then you are supposed to tag four other people Have fun!<br />I Tag: Nichole, Amanda, Caitlin, and Laura<br /><br />1. Where is your cell phone? Lap<br />2. Your significant other? Is somewhere out there, wishing he could find me! haha<br />3. Your hair? Is totally yesterdays hair.<br />4. Your mother? Is da bomb diggity!<br />5. Your father? Snowman, Snowman!<br />6. Your favorite thing? Mi familia<br />7. Your dream last night? Was about homework! Ew!<br />8 Your favorite drink? Agua<br />9. Your dream/goal? To graduate!<br />10. The room you’re in? My little square bedroom<br />11. Your hobby? As of late it is sketching, sketching, and more sketching!<br />12. Your fear? Spiders....aaaaah!<br />13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Successful<br />14. What you’re not? In shape! Help!<br />15. Muffins? Muffin top more like it...<br />16. One of your wish list items? To go to Europe this summer for my program? Anyone have $6,000 to just lying around they wanna share?<br />17. Where you grew up? St. Geezy<br />18. The last thing you did? Classes<br />19. What are you wearing? Jeans and a vest<br />20. Favorite gadget? Gadgets confuse me way bad...I am not use to technology <br />21. Your pets? ew,none<br />22. Your computer? Mac! Love it.<br />23.Your mood? Way sleepy...today was crazy<br />24. Missing someone? Like a million people<br />25.Your car? Red CRV...Love you Clifford!<br />26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes<br />27. Favorite store? D.I.<br />28. Like someone? A few people!<br />29. Your favorite color? Love them all!<br />30. When is the last time you laughed? Today<br />31. Last time you cried? Sunday</span>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-81397884170052453482008-09-13T22:44:00.000-07:002008-09-13T23:01:31.449-07:00My Bff Marci!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4z9bDQDsj1U1TLOp2S6miwwV_XZdMI4IDgiyP_vyaUMqUat7yKqToBbPp8Y9p_SBRy1QHwuon7JcBOyCsBj7rMFMUuanp3Xpn8BRpkPo54nWYpgDKbpcObHPpRnorumUHI-vLit_m56F6/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4z9bDQDsj1U1TLOp2S6miwwV_XZdMI4IDgiyP_vyaUMqUat7yKqToBbPp8Y9p_SBRy1QHwuon7JcBOyCsBj7rMFMUuanp3Xpn8BRpkPo54nWYpgDKbpcObHPpRnorumUHI-vLit_m56F6/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245753026659080082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcxU7guLsneWVuCu6xMZBUikCxG3jcmjl8yy1Xjtu9iaMz1gt_MWHJ20ZPgAWPugKH0tD50PyKTOpmD_vM2ZFatRUUmf7fQ0Ki_jmB6woS3V9RMubU9IIH7xcyU2eTlSuzEvBLZAylasq/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcxU7guLsneWVuCu6xMZBUikCxG3jcmjl8yy1Xjtu9iaMz1gt_MWHJ20ZPgAWPugKH0tD50PyKTOpmD_vM2ZFatRUUmf7fQ0Ki_jmB6woS3V9RMubU9IIH7xcyU2eTlSuzEvBLZAylasq/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245753033225219666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiit2JMxpxH0AGHN144nd4zHFNTKNvvsi2TxBe5JNLBaDQ3iPuR20sStRUjhhgiThlm8qI1e0WKxPugX1rzuay_te9njCMbrrgpidJvNKF5FqCmB92hKPf94qXDG4_3UFOt6UWTQiGGQbDV/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiit2JMxpxH0AGHN144nd4zHFNTKNvvsi2TxBe5JNLBaDQ3iPuR20sStRUjhhgiThlm8qI1e0WKxPugX1rzuay_te9njCMbrrgpidJvNKF5FqCmB92hKPf94qXDG4_3UFOt6UWTQiGGQbDV/s400/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245753039107940050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogMdKvImOFwwNKm_j0V_6jcUzBu3g2QpZO6d1oeqDMI3-GYfrNsewfad4sxesQMyX1wOaEqioMv6UBgk1YTM1IMxJi24Dfhe-rV9ITTqdQ6Q4dLmwRx3Y40N4IULpExntsu_BtNsc9dTJ/s1600-h/IMG_2210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogMdKvImOFwwNKm_j0V_6jcUzBu3g2QpZO6d1oeqDMI3-GYfrNsewfad4sxesQMyX1wOaEqioMv6UBgk1YTM1IMxJi24Dfhe-rV9ITTqdQ6Q4dLmwRx3Y40N4IULpExntsu_BtNsc9dTJ/s400/IMG_2210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245753045813685698" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>As I am sure you all know, Marci and I have been best friends since Kindergarten! We have been through soo much together like our fat elementary days, awkward middle school period, crazy high school drama, and yes even the college life. Today she came up to Logan to visit me, and go to the game. We had so much fun even though it was only for a couple of hours. She also brought me up a little surprise. She knows that I have been a little low on the cash flow lately, and have been eating ramen and spagettios all time, so she went shopping at Costco before she came up and surprised me with a bunch of food! It was seriously SO nice and thoughtful of her. She is always doing kind things for others to cheer them up. I am very grateful that I have been blessed with the best friend in the world. Thanks Marci you are da bomb!Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-17542978788951146842008-09-05T14:00:00.000-07:002008-09-05T14:11:55.171-07:00From Forest Ranger to Black Ninja<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFZkqI4VzLhgjcWf0idiWLqE3JDluC_El7W5lWsiCwnig3J_OZ7mm6vnK9VezXHrl1pRrMin-mQWZQLZFd4HpnKsLiapiCO4Sos1dqnnA3ZGEk7d2fSyhnDz4MSJPkfFW4sYIdyj76f73/s1600-h/CIMG0027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFZkqI4VzLhgjcWf0idiWLqE3JDluC_El7W5lWsiCwnig3J_OZ7mm6vnK9VezXHrl1pRrMin-mQWZQLZFd4HpnKsLiapiCO4Sos1dqnnA3ZGEk7d2fSyhnDz4MSJPkfFW4sYIdyj76f73/s400/CIMG0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242647619047540610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKL3WVrXJ49IaIZgd_GBvPGbd64Rl_DA1SDS8aQkPBelvfGiM734SM5JBcoCwCcbblqMYPxasV5yNWxlqZuhGZgBSRzO34w63iPyonNEbzw5JYQe0C5mqZVqG53AmCqK2xv8D7cJ6xMrc5/s1600-h/CIMG0035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKL3WVrXJ49IaIZgd_GBvPGbd64Rl_DA1SDS8aQkPBelvfGiM734SM5JBcoCwCcbblqMYPxasV5yNWxlqZuhGZgBSRzO34w63iPyonNEbzw5JYQe0C5mqZVqG53AmCqK2xv8D7cJ6xMrc5/s400/CIMG0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242647629210685138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv5yLCbqvAm98INseuZwD93w-lSTapURaIZoEAehTGrlJRm3NvtjXtzqMqgTE4TOWijuJd0heWcCPsq88s8-OsGt3CqtmbN4n5aWjXS8A7CHGMmdYbYBNKcJy6OSCHRP3NmvxNcdR1EhI/s1600-h/Photo+222.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv5yLCbqvAm98INseuZwD93w-lSTapURaIZoEAehTGrlJRm3NvtjXtzqMqgTE4TOWijuJd0heWcCPsq88s8-OsGt3CqtmbN4n5aWjXS8A7CHGMmdYbYBNKcJy6OSCHRP3NmvxNcdR1EhI/s400/Photo+222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242647628126649058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrJ0NzUYbAEDjBYgfHF6A0StfrPirix2Ub7BzprkKQcNeQpzfULCD95oHz5KJIt-XUh_oGaSojIWRapIotS4kG9jkPf7oyf683tfR1un4Zu_ObWUOTXEaFJRIZDhaiJLAmqP-tgtU221w/s1600-h/Photo+220.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrJ0NzUYbAEDjBYgfHF6A0StfrPirix2Ub7BzprkKQcNeQpzfULCD95oHz5KJIt-XUh_oGaSojIWRapIotS4kG9jkPf7oyf683tfR1un4Zu_ObWUOTXEaFJRIZDhaiJLAmqP-tgtU221w/s400/Photo+220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242647632883198530" /></a><br /><div> </div>The thing that I probably hated most about my last job, was my hideous work uniform! It consisted of Khaki pants, green collard shirt (totally looks like a dude shirt), brown or black shoes, and a belt. As you can see in the picture.... hideous! Everyday when I left for work I felt like a forest ranger. That is how everyone referred to me as well. No good. So now that I started a new serving job at Hamiltons Steakhouse, my outfit is 1000 times better. All black, with a fitted collard shirt. I feel like a black Ninja, that can do some serious damage! haha Only kidding. Anyway, I am so grateful for my new outfit! Any horror work uniforms? Feel free to share.Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-84857172664123465992008-08-30T10:07:00.000-07:002008-08-30T10:36:07.493-07:00The Rockin' 80's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnO-KO01Yv354kg1EAjRHxj_UMcbNvxbavhNCRTLheamIB1-OWxYWxPlr7HihleTiO5ZOt7dR-xdNUbYipjH0k8oOdVh5I-RnxwQ8xH3qKxukPEK1iTYf3yQwIzOXDHDHglRKZ-wR_mV7/s1600-h/CIMG0738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnO-KO01Yv354kg1EAjRHxj_UMcbNvxbavhNCRTLheamIB1-OWxYWxPlr7HihleTiO5ZOt7dR-xdNUbYipjH0k8oOdVh5I-RnxwQ8xH3qKxukPEK1iTYf3yQwIzOXDHDHglRKZ-wR_mV7/s400/CIMG0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363161166320850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Finally at the top!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5WGBDfI1ELhyphenhyphenQeM75K5LsI7SoHTbrmJXjEBS3z4-pYBzZlwGaNPMHNc5syIyQlqccHhr4CZUcWSHXZrwBzvRAP6CKrYzNYDGmJiJfaPCPw21bQkQGmr8E9MyucuLHk3SeYt5TwFa_rl8Q/s1600-h/CIMG0747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5WGBDfI1ELhyphenhyphenQeM75K5LsI7SoHTbrmJXjEBS3z4-pYBzZlwGaNPMHNc5syIyQlqccHhr4CZUcWSHXZrwBzvRAP6CKrYzNYDGmJiJfaPCPw21bQkQGmr8E9MyucuLHk3SeYt5TwFa_rl8Q/s400/CIMG0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363167651002034" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><div style="text-align: center;"> My favorite part was repelling!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEgVxFeXwlqW3rILAcRdvHIcnuXRC9rcSK4B7In5AHzUaUA5aq08NdyYhuPNN9al2z-vefjo3qeH8wvOoxzf3n0zwFPpRGreqddEJEmyMPmOSAB7ptywsrpoF8ubb5A0clb1G8QJH4XXK/s1600-h/CIMG0737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcEgVxFeXwlqW3rILAcRdvHIcnuXRC9rcSK4B7In5AHzUaUA5aq08NdyYhuPNN9al2z-vefjo3qeH8wvOoxzf3n0zwFPpRGreqddEJEmyMPmOSAB7ptywsrpoF8ubb5A0clb1G8QJH4XXK/s400/CIMG0737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363178672704178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hey big BOOTY!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAKTXJKMClETQQOzohJmk3Z0A5SOBkG9DnI-j-O67PCigEiR8ZMtHXcdLpzLH41ce9hTm4OrWTbRrF2kg9KfIuNlWJuV7ek781BKuoPClql45RpTRE2hZsTWvkzRYz3MrPqMl3FLW3GwC/s1600-h/CIMG0754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAKTXJKMClETQQOzohJmk3Z0A5SOBkG9DnI-j-O67PCigEiR8ZMtHXcdLpzLH41ce9hTm4OrWTbRrF2kg9KfIuNlWJuV7ek781BKuoPClql45RpTRE2hZsTWvkzRYz3MrPqMl3FLW3GwC/s400/CIMG0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363180108009506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cheese!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsK7n4TjZGWY6Kbpkn251ld8yckv1lKWdAHGUkP7WCgF5u1NHb1JzoqDGRuHnfOs712P0RJpz8C-DRQ3ToPfHib3nBPNQ4Lho10Valf6vP-D_9hNhHXaSh9TnwZ2WYwO2tBtGkuBnZRDkC/s1600-h/CIMG0752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsK7n4TjZGWY6Kbpkn251ld8yckv1lKWdAHGUkP7WCgF5u1NHb1JzoqDGRuHnfOs712P0RJpz8C-DRQ3ToPfHib3nBPNQ4Lho10Valf6vP-D_9hNhHXaSh9TnwZ2WYwO2tBtGkuBnZRDkC/s400/CIMG0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240363184794293746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Totally would have loved living in the 80's!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div>I think that my title is so creative because I went rock climbing, and I went 80's dancing! haha Anyway, yesterday my friend, that I actually like more than a friend, came to visit me from Salt Lake! I was so excited :) We had such a fun time. When he got up here we went rock climbing with his brothers and some of his friends. This was my first time and I totally had to get over my insecurities cause by booty looked huge! Not to mention I did not think that I was going to be able to do it. However, I conquered the climb! But I am not gonna lie it was super hard! haha I got my workout for the day. It is something that I totally want to practice more and get better at. After climbing we went to Wingers and got some grub. We were starving! Then we went and got ready to go 80's dancing! These pics are of me and Nate. I don't know how 80's we looked, but I did have a Hulk shirt on, and I gave him a women's leather vest to wear over his shirt. We had such a fun time just hangin' out. I can't wait until my next adventure!Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-69370098301883947862008-08-27T13:18:00.000-07:002008-08-27T13:27:42.921-07:00The Day I Got My Lips Back!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMwi6Cix9LUQUoSa4_3XvmHzeSuWJU7Z8o_oFYIRVEH-bIMq2L59UW5SvpOaWH5v_ecqR_qbKxYojicXT4CIF-W8LgMNgxZvfkRxzSNWN8qOxjeAG2zMUVGs9hb90d_6FLBCFbwdPAwB6/s1600-h/Photo+212.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMwi6Cix9LUQUoSa4_3XvmHzeSuWJU7Z8o_oFYIRVEH-bIMq2L59UW5SvpOaWH5v_ecqR_qbKxYojicXT4CIF-W8LgMNgxZvfkRxzSNWN8qOxjeAG2zMUVGs9hb90d_6FLBCFbwdPAwB6/s400/Photo+212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239296589897046450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVzyPi_kMDg_83NwXfByHKd9IpS-rUmQ3MjHTmFNvrKnWIgDhquuekGGLb2dobC2amJzzS0VdjixF0Q2_-4cWE6qv84_WV3ZeF3f1dhfLB17jCYW_qAkrozwRbvLPK4SW3C6SfS6HjSko/s1600-h/Photo+210.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVzyPi_kMDg_83NwXfByHKd9IpS-rUmQ3MjHTmFNvrKnWIgDhquuekGGLb2dobC2amJzzS0VdjixF0Q2_-4cWE6qv84_WV3ZeF3f1dhfLB17jCYW_qAkrozwRbvLPK4SW3C6SfS6HjSko/s400/Photo+210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239296595468879938" /></a><br /><div> </div>Ok. So I don't know how many of you get cold sores....but they are probably the worst thing ever! I usually get them every month or two, so I have recently started taking a prescription for it. However a little over a week ago I got one in the middle of the day, I was muy upset! So I went home to take me meds and it was all gone! I figured it would be alright and would probably be a little one. Boy was I wrong! I woke up the next morning with 8! I know...gross! Iwanted to kill myself. For those of you have never had one let me tell you something. They make you feel SOOO ugly no matter how hard you try, not to mention they are caca looking. After about 1 1/2 weeks later mine are finally cleared up...glorious day! Obviously, the first picture is a little exaggerated, but the second one is just me glad to have my smile back! Yay! Any horror stories about cold sores? Please share.Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-48133804756914389772008-08-24T19:42:00.000-07:002008-08-24T20:38:02.203-07:00Logan!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP17QhsY7_F7hMHAqZqbLuNxdYTUZaXWFo5UsUjlItJonM72WDwU6gq41ADP6RWHVjcXjieIeTz2L7rr2UjFCDzT6Y53l8p3T7GvBc6H7HdVaPFccQP6n8U2ws1RgyUYRLjqG_3ff_IF2S/s1600-h/Photo+206.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP17QhsY7_F7hMHAqZqbLuNxdYTUZaXWFo5UsUjlItJonM72WDwU6gq41ADP6RWHVjcXjieIeTz2L7rr2UjFCDzT6Y53l8p3T7GvBc6H7HdVaPFccQP6n8U2ws1RgyUYRLjqG_3ff_IF2S/s400/Photo+206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238294318191110082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfjJWDhQMwQfgGQT10KjIGlgHo5wu00B0AnPVAvLK5oYLBOLnY7sa3q2q2RkM2IrZkK33vogy6c7tXig4MvuD-u-Ayc6eUPx8wjY0_jQOn9N98R5WwhRNP-KS9-9aXtDQDUXRd5a5oHvY/s1600-h/CIMG0726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfjJWDhQMwQfgGQT10KjIGlgHo5wu00B0AnPVAvLK5oYLBOLnY7sa3q2q2RkM2IrZkK33vogy6c7tXig4MvuD-u-Ayc6eUPx8wjY0_jQOn9N98R5WwhRNP-KS9-9aXtDQDUXRd5a5oHvY/s400/CIMG0726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289343109948322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53Mj9JUzZegSurWZLbMnLCGzIS4FSsTeY5wDiTKvMesoz0-r1MDcUiXvXPKJ2qCyx_51HsVGxugCtoDD-6vACYA_HA0N-VA0cTdro5Ax9cu6DIBS-n07AIYu7GkHg3nN-w_6HIXmMbfpf/s1600-h/CIMG0723.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53Mj9JUzZegSurWZLbMnLCGzIS4FSsTeY5wDiTKvMesoz0-r1MDcUiXvXPKJ2qCyx_51HsVGxugCtoDD-6vACYA_HA0N-VA0cTdro5Ax9cu6DIBS-n07AIYu7GkHg3nN-w_6HIXmMbfpf/s400/CIMG0723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289350135362978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoyT7zMTuOmB9Qwy7BwCS8y8w7tOfdAQY0ytI0AkpjhNKbPj3FpFbILugjSu8JjFSQqtKC0c3ctUB37-3dZBLyRVo9Rfy5CCYLyJDzA6xnLPDf1hyO7XllQQiyMrsg-ozau0wNurHk1hm/s1600-h/CIMG0724.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJoyT7zMTuOmB9Qwy7BwCS8y8w7tOfdAQY0ytI0AkpjhNKbPj3FpFbILugjSu8JjFSQqtKC0c3ctUB37-3dZBLyRVo9Rfy5CCYLyJDzA6xnLPDf1hyO7XllQQiyMrsg-ozau0wNurHk1hm/s400/CIMG0724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289363400355954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirthOpX4hWla1lFACpnnrhKGGTqQElHjjj6yzXr-w2yLn3U_vUIGp-bllr8ogOH10iweozbRdMjXIlRHyKD-pEqm3iuL72-YBaVu7Bte-FFPTW3nTvk6XTHgKyhKxPm2UUj6QtvyG90DTV/s1600-h/CIMG0727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirthOpX4hWla1lFACpnnrhKGGTqQElHjjj6yzXr-w2yLn3U_vUIGp-bllr8ogOH10iweozbRdMjXIlRHyKD-pEqm3iuL72-YBaVu7Bte-FFPTW3nTvk6XTHgKyhKxPm2UUj6QtvyG90DTV/s400/CIMG0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289374745620466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCao7De-xQ5SUYg7pJJ333Fj4NXycGtzYZJu28dHKVhQo8UzXNNTwgmXfbPF6ehyphenhyphenS3-_ZBusGwu9ZTGNtLvYpQuTrQjgI-aiNB5wcgGhF1-xSq9OI3jP4CxAEqLGS75h8kA0fZQzk7G4XZ/s1600-h/CIMG0725.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCao7De-xQ5SUYg7pJJ333Fj4NXycGtzYZJu28dHKVhQo8UzXNNTwgmXfbPF6ehyphenhyphenS3-_ZBusGwu9ZTGNtLvYpQuTrQjgI-aiNB5wcgGhF1-xSq9OI3jP4CxAEqLGS75h8kA0fZQzk7G4XZ/s400/CIMG0725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238289383685549426" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /><div>So for all of you who don't know I am now an Aggie! I am excited for this new adventure in my life :) I have been attending the U for the last few years and was working on nursing. As my time progressed at the U I noticed that I was trying to convince myself EVERYDAY that nursing is what I wanted to. I finally came to the conclusion that it was just not making me happy. And to tell the truth, if I am putting this much time, effort, and money into my schooling I want it to be for something that will make me happy the rest of my life. So I have made huge change and am starting the Interior Design Program at USU. I know, totally different than what I was doing before. Needless to say, I now have a lot of pointless science credits. Oh well, life goes on. Why did I choose one of the coldest places on Earth? Because I am stupid. I am still a STG girl, and I really don't know how I am going to survive the winter! haha <div> </div><div> </div><div>So this is a picture of my room, that is the size of a closet. I had a really hard time getting rid of my old bedroom set, which consisted of my queen pillow top mattress :( I tried make my room as cozy as possible, but with the white walls it was a tad bit difficult. I live with 2 girls who are both a few years younger than me. This is weird, because I am use to being to young one! I like the one roomie, and the other one is a little bit of a bitty. Hopefully we will all get along!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>The picture of me frowning is because I am feeling homesick for Salt Lake. I miss my Shalie, Sita, and Ella so much I cry even when I think about it. I am SO grateful for them, and they are my best friends. Spending an entire sabbath day by myself, cause I don't really have friends yet, has been a little difficult. However, tomorrow I start school, and a new job! So I will be busy, and thats what I like! </div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-71915072680105029432008-08-10T15:45:00.001-07:002008-08-10T15:46:14.217-07:00I LOVE my Gramps!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHH657Xx34Ht1sNZmn2mM4MfjKrdHuS-9-7He0BnrfGbCaA7Qx_t_wDLBYo1X-_-mJ8pZdE1zjPcGJAMYbf8YkcX1qIF4FASOLvIAZyjB_q8xrd-lbJmvXjzk44TgqgNNOfrDDQoquSZKl/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHH657Xx34Ht1sNZmn2mM4MfjKrdHuS-9-7He0BnrfGbCaA7Qx_t_wDLBYo1X-_-mJ8pZdE1zjPcGJAMYbf8YkcX1qIF4FASOLvIAZyjB_q8xrd-lbJmvXjzk44TgqgNNOfrDDQoquSZKl/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233024100593106962" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>So it has been a year now since my dear Grandpa Clark has passed away, and I have been thinking a lot about him. I just want everyone to know what a kind grandpa I had. He was always telling me how beautiful I am, and asking me if I was "chasin the boys" yet. I spent so much time at Grandma and Grandpas growing up, and cherish all the memories that I got to make with them. I just want to write a quick list of some of my favorite memories of my Grandpa. I am sure my cousins have a lot of these as well...<div>Making me laugh by taking his teeth out</div><div>Getting his "buggs"</div><div>Playings hours of Hand and Foot</div><div>Being baptized... he said he was going to put ice in the water and hold me down! haha</div><div>Fudge on my birthday</div><div>The farm in the mornings</div><div>Singing. Far, far too much singing</div><div>Puzzles</div><div>Jazz Games</div><div>Gas Stations</div><div>Not being able to tell if he is looking at me or not</div><div>Scary sneezes</div><div>Pinches on my bum</div><div>Playing jokes on him... finger on the forehead</div><div>Going to the ranch</div><div>Crazy driving</div><div>Pouting when loosing a game</div><div>Beautiful white hair</div><div>Chirstmas Mornings<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div><div>Cowboy<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div><div>These are just a few things that I love about my Grandpa. I really do miss him SO much, and I feel so grateful that he is MY Gramps. I am glad that I have such an amazing person to look up to, and to follow his example. I cannot wait until I get to see him again. I LOVE YOU GRANDPA!</div></div>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-37733528251267744952008-08-10T14:39:00.000-07:002008-08-10T15:07:30.310-07:00Zions!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0FU3YmjTfb-7U6idhLiJ4r_4DOJUj7UqB8g-oYMly5gNDG6-AeeJuSH6cVli3Fs-uOoy7mBPhe2V566JvGqY8oqQsYbjcMinCuZsByW3JXdy8WPI8nJnhE_OYvHpSqpUUgV41onbL3pR/s1600-h/CIMG0710.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0FU3YmjTfb-7U6idhLiJ4r_4DOJUj7UqB8g-oYMly5gNDG6-AeeJuSH6cVli3Fs-uOoy7mBPhe2V566JvGqY8oqQsYbjcMinCuZsByW3JXdy8WPI8nJnhE_OYvHpSqpUUgV41onbL3pR/s400/CIMG0710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233013992365277522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5C1mEEzVf7TsdxzFjdjRNsmsoc8KWjxaFrm7kNEqDAnY_x6U07EYl7-UfCXPe5pXGQvMdTQnA2Lb2aSEyW9yiVCx1jnubtyfwGTI0qq5CoF3vBEMsesfAz1ZTJUIkv_tF1TKsLr3BCsB/s1600-h/CIMG0707.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5C1mEEzVf7TsdxzFjdjRNsmsoc8KWjxaFrm7kNEqDAnY_x6U07EYl7-UfCXPe5pXGQvMdTQnA2Lb2aSEyW9yiVCx1jnubtyfwGTI0qq5CoF3vBEMsesfAz1ZTJUIkv_tF1TKsLr3BCsB/s400/CIMG0707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233014002331070418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Rz_kXV_cKl_DOM3k-rsiNuRW22wX9nkqiIUItDHX_v_IP_wQZ38LY_zJftCcBulge_JDK60WPql_Ml-SIWdISbrbbqQbVfj2P08kahGaX9URCg59GFi-TVdD1R1EAMEUpTVo0awn-wup/s1600-h/CIMG0714.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Rz_kXV_cKl_DOM3k-rsiNuRW22wX9nkqiIUItDHX_v_IP_wQZ38LY_zJftCcBulge_JDK60WPql_Ml-SIWdISbrbbqQbVfj2P08kahGaX9URCg59GFi-TVdD1R1EAMEUpTVo0awn-wup/s400/CIMG0714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233014012910487106" /></a><br />A few weeks ago my friends and I were in southern Utah. We decided to go on a little hike in Zions. We did the Emerald Pool adventure. It was way hot, so once we were finsished we cooled off by splashing in the river. Zions is sooo beautiful and I am glad that I grew up around it. I always loved driving through the park on the way to Granny and Gramps ranch. It brings such happy memories back. It was a fun weekend.Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274245077098532981.post-15529062651370935592008-07-10T11:28:00.000-07:002008-07-13T22:34:17.633-07:00Yay For Independence Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvHcynuSt2epmVNwaXLFqxg7w31x5N4vzQTz4l0GdCXojGw8GQ4O2Zkwv-YkIxQ_6v0BsoJ7RwtJsQ7oEQyKiXM4E9lLhLik2ZbBc5lCrJH2bcDLNXPXst5B_mcvR5XcNFiQWHP-OBDno/s1600-h/CIMG0654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvHcynuSt2epmVNwaXLFqxg7w31x5N4vzQTz4l0GdCXojGw8GQ4O2Zkwv-YkIxQ_6v0BsoJ7RwtJsQ7oEQyKiXM4E9lLhLik2ZbBc5lCrJH2bcDLNXPXst5B_mcvR5XcNFiQWHP-OBDno/s200/CIMG0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221462666828743490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74SRChzvnSLPyJrE-BlYC-jIoC9io5vMs-OSrED6j5eEY4GfTEmLKcQ5iwUUufaGY8fOBrzS_Ygt5oD8q0OcI_sgzShjZBjcAchfPnLOFvyBSnUYoROTJrB-SXjZDMTaUCUzcUma7weJf/s1600-h/CIMG0648.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPXtzXtYdyoUurO3ZyKd5ckDMb_xVmUbBzwFtwRmvjAtgXrD4lXEp2EmX50d62qJ32UGpFSJAlmEGb3cCcS49-cY1G9a36KRw8qv7SddU4KO8j9Ukbm7DbZhe9f34BHlrm5-SQrPXqC025/s200/CIMG0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221461413330615458" /></a><br /><div> </div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I had a BLAST this 4th of July. Shalie, Sita, Ella, and I left Friday morning for the Lucky 7 Ranch in Hatch, Utah. Where is Hatch you may be asking? Well, it is about 15 minutes away from Panguitch. If that does not help you, let's just say it's out in the middle of nowhere :) We had to make a couple stops along the way, because little princess Ella is not a huge fan of her car seat. One of the stops we made was in Beaver, hence the picture in the giant rocking chair. We finally made it to Hatch around 3 or 4 in the afternoon where we were greeted by family and friends. The weekend was filled with tons of fun activities. You will never believe what I did...I made it to the finals of the mechanical bull contest! Oh my gosh....it was HILARIOUS! My inner thighs are black and blue, and killing me! I have the biggest bruises of my life from that beast! The video that I have on here is from my first try. I swear it is a lot harder than it looks! There was also a water relay between all the families where my Dad and Sita lost horribly, because they sank the canoe with their "masculine" bodies! We had other activities such as a chili cook off, skeet shooting, and firework show. It was so much fun just to relax and be together with the family. Thank you so much Walters for inviting us to join your family fun!</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyp28C23IWQ8Zbpa3Ox4LpOOvOb_ExYVuVdHJg-BmbnzOc65xuJIQvtMr4unWX93_4c7GLeipmp0XRCsGoSyQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Bamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551354167436371443noreply@blogger.com5