<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:04:15.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige's Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-1040195738403653812</id><published>2011-09-15T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:46:17.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tripped over a blog....</title><content type='html'>So I just stumbled across this blog that I really really think is great. I can't get it to show up in my side thing where all the other blogs are because it says its not formatted correctly or something so i decided to leave the blog address here. It has some really great stories in it. I think it is worth looking at. Bravegirlsclub.com then go to the blog part of it and check out the home page. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-1040195738403653812?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/1040195738403653812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/09/tripped-over-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1040195738403653812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1040195738403653812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/09/tripped-over-blog.html' title='tripped over a blog....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7034950804230842435</id><published>2011-09-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:14:16.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Hole</title><content type='html'>My singles ward is really really fun. Like seriously fun. We went to Jackson Hole for our super activity and had a blast! We stayed in a really nice camp ground from Thursday to Saturday and it was great. We went river rafting on Friday and it was sooooooooooooooooooo (extra o's for emphasis) COLD!!!! My friend Tyler Smith pushed me out of the raft and I thought I was going to turn into and ice cube right on the spot. But I didn't. I had a wonderful time. Chelsea, Ben, Dez, and Kylee were the best car mates ever! We had so much fun on our 5 hour ride to and from Jackson!!! Sorry this is kind of a boring post. I didn't take a single picture. but there are pictures on facebook of our adventure. I think my next post will  have pictures and  a really great story to go along with them but who knows..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7034950804230842435?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7034950804230842435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/09/jackson-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7034950804230842435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7034950804230842435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/09/jackson-hole.html' title='Jackson Hole'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-6652055420452857304</id><published>2011-09-09T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:07:19.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to my summer?</title><content type='html'>Well it happened. Summer is officially, well in my book, over. It went by in a blur of excitement and fun. You can ask my mother if you don't believe me but I don't think that I was home on time once this summer. There was just so much going on! I loved it. But all good things must come to an end; and they did. School has started and its back to Weber State for me. whooooohoooooo. Well let me tell you some things that I did over the summer. First, I went to Nauvoo!!!! It was spectacular!!! Absolutely amazing. I went with a group of YSA's there were like 60 of us. It was so much fun and such a great learning growing experience. We went to historical Nauvoo, the temple, Carthage jail, went to a sweet cemetery, saw the Nauvoo Pageant, walked the trail of tears, and I got in the Mississippi River. It was so cool! I'll let the pictures show you.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr3eg4bQHhc/Tmphqgx0x7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/CLsmvlJ_IZs/s1600/100_2982.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr3eg4bQHhc/Tmphqgx0x7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/CLsmvlJ_IZs/s320/100_2982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650436065471023026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They gave us bricks that say Nauvoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8zTCZOXgqk/Tmphqblje1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QwStSbR-Dgw/s1600/100_3005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8zTCZOXgqk/Tmphqblje1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/QwStSbR-Dgw/s320/100_3005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650436064077380434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Beautiful Nauvoo Temple with some beautiful girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVCXfvXJ66k/TmphqOME1PI/AAAAAAAAAUs/f2BdQMkZgbE/s1600/100_3029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVCXfvXJ66k/TmphqOME1PI/AAAAAAAAAUs/f2BdQMkZgbE/s320/100_3029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650436060480853234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carthage Jail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqtHEA2WOFg/Tmphp33RRcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OnBqiv3F0TA/s1600/100_2895.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TqtHEA2WOFg/Tmphp33RRcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/OnBqiv3F0TA/s320/100_2895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650436054488008130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at the Quarry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRmZgcMxPl8/TmphpeL6tSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/njWscNRtAII/s1600/100_2901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRmZgcMxPl8/TmphpeL6tSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/njWscNRtAII/s320/100_2901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650436047595287842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Historical Nauvoo! The Missionaries were sooooooo Cute!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fnut06-zg8/TmphEF7ii1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/dPW173g9nlA/s1600/100_3031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9fnut06-zg8/TmphEF7ii1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/dPW173g9nlA/s320/100_3031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650435405428984658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our shirts say Mormon Dude on them :) we all bought them for the plane ride home because they were really funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvrM9UT49qY/TmphD8TqDVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/td3pItgAGXc/s1600/100_3006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvrM9UT49qY/TmphD8TqDVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/td3pItgAGXc/s320/100_3006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650435402845785426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The TEMPLE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGWRIpV-lss/TmphDp2UloI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Nu4q7C-T9Kg/s1600/100_2969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGWRIpV-lss/TmphDp2UloI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Nu4q7C-T9Kg/s320/100_2969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650435397890905730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caleb and I in the Mississippi River. It was surprisingly warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iw-fvV0H7Y8/TmphDRgqQBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Mb1o18GbAXA/s1600/100_2959.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iw-fvV0H7Y8/TmphDRgqQBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Mb1o18GbAXA/s320/100_2959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650435391357599762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiley and I walking the Trail of Tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIaJ9CleuQU/TmphDEvZBgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/65LWq4qnnqI/s1600/100_2848.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIaJ9CleuQU/TmphDEvZBgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/65LWq4qnnqI/s320/100_2848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650435387929724418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the cemetery to help us remember that Nauvoo is about real people and the sacrifices that they went through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful that I had the chance to go to Nauvoo. It is an amazing place with such a strong spirit. It was an amazing testimony builder. I hated coming home and leaving, and I think that if it were not for the humidity I would probably have stayed. :) OH haha random side note. Going on this trip was my first time riding in an airplane. It was awesome haha even the part where I did NOT make it through security! I had to have a pat down right there in the airport!!!! hahahahahh best day ever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-6652055420452857304?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/6652055420452857304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happened-to-my-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6652055420452857304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6652055420452857304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-happened-to-my-summer.html' title='What happened to my summer?'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr3eg4bQHhc/Tmphqgx0x7I/AAAAAAAAAU8/CLsmvlJ_IZs/s72-c/100_2982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3850249596370429438</id><published>2011-07-06T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:24:24.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>past my prime</title><content type='html'>So I've been lying to you all. I have not been a better blogger. I just thought I would get that out in the open before typing and starting this new blog/rant. &lt;div&gt;Boys. That is what they are. No, not men, just boys. The people my age, of the male gender, are starting to get a little bit ridiculous. Not only do they not want to date but they just want to "hang out" with all 15 year old girls. This is a little over dramatic, admittedly, but still, point being, if the boys in my social group are going to hang out and occasionally date 18 and 19 year old girls, where in the world does this leave me? I am past my prime. haha clearly I have been having no luck with the dating game. :) But worry not because I have been having a ton of fun. I love my singles ward. I have some really great friends I wouldn't trade. I went to the taking back sunday concert and it was amazing! They sure are getting old but they are major talented. I also enjoyed me some fireworks last night down in layton. It was really funny. I went with some of my friends that are girls and we got so many cat calls (not for me haha i am not that vain) but we started tallying and got 10 just walking to and from the field we sat at. It was a rather strange feeling. I also shot off a potato cannon with some of my friends. I learned the physics behind it but I won't bore you with that here, but I will tell you that I almost shot Ben in the face with a blast of fire. Sorry about that buddy.... This summer has been an adventurous one where I feel like I should always be playing and out and about. It has been awesome. I will do my best to update more often. Oh gosh funny but sad story tho if you are still reading. So I have this friend Ben. He called and said that I should come to his house. So I did, it being his birthday and all. Well when I got there his dad opened the door and said that Ben was, in fact, not home. I tried to just leave my pathetic present and leave but he, in his bathrobe, wouldn't hear of it. Ben should be home soon. Well, I waited and waited. Then he called and said he was sorry a girl called and wanted to take him out to ice cream....so he went. He thought he would be back in time...gee thanks Ben...... Anyway, his dad asked if I liked tv. I said yes. Then we chatted about the history channel and made small talk until his little brother turned the shower off and the dad ran in to tell him to put some clothes on before he came outside. Then his mother and sisters came in to chat as well. FINALLY Ben gets home and just walks into his bedroom, leaving me still hanging out with his dad. Happy freaking birthday Ben. Thanks for all the awkward moments. Pictures to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3850249596370429438?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3850249596370429438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-my-prime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3850249596370429438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3850249596370429438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-my-prime.html' title='past my prime'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4516096331845366656</id><published>2011-06-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:26:14.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up date</title><content type='html'>HEY!!!!!&lt;div&gt;So sorry to all you out there that follow this blog. Sorry because it has been so lame. Well sadly it is not getting much better tonight. I just wanted to say a couple things. First, I had a girl tell me last night that I looked like Blake Lively. I didn't yell at her this time so we are definitely making progress. :) Second, I was introduced to this band called Boyce Avenue, and let me tell you, I adore them/him. I Think it may just be one guy but any way he takes song that are popular and then cleans them up. WOW. He is just awesome. So check it out. Third, I am going on a blind date tonight sooooooo wish me luck. I am not a huge fan of blind dates because they are scary. But I am trying to be brave and get out there so, Blind date here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!!!! I promise I will do better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4516096331845366656?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4516096331845366656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/06/up-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4516096331845366656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4516096331845366656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/06/up-date.html' title='up date'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4779311603542123984</id><published>2011-04-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:19:29.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YaY!</title><content type='html'>Well, it sure has been a while. But, worry not, for I have some pretty good excuses that I will use as a blog entry. &lt;div&gt;First, it was finals last week and studying before that. They went great! :) I love when they are over and I can finally relax. I really do love school but sometimes a break is more than welcome.&lt;div&gt; Second, this one comes with a serious thought provoking life (sort of) changing moment for me. I have been volunteering at the Utah School for the Deaf and Blind. I absolutely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; it. The kids there, on the deaf side, (they are the ones that I hung out with) were soo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ooooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;adorable. They gave me a name sign and everything. I was super surprised at how fast they could sign. They were only 7 years old for crying out loud! I really enjoyed talking to them and getting to see them in a classroom setting and hanging out with their super awesome teacher. When I went to Utah State my major was Elementary Education with a Deaf composite. This meant that I could teach in a hearing school or a deaf school when I got my degree. Well, sadly Weber doesn't really have this program, at least that is what I am told. So I dropped the composite part of it and went straight El Ed, which was awesome and I love it. But going to that school reminded me that I really love sign language and that I really wanted to work in a deaf school. So the (almost, maybe) life changing part of that was that now I am thinking of postponing getting my teaching degree and getting my interpreters licence first. But this is all still just an idea..... hmmm I guess only time will tell what I decide. Oh life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Other than that I have no good excuse for not blogging. I am a blog slacker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4779311603542123984?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4779311603542123984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/04/yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4779311603542123984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4779311603542123984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/04/yay.html' title='YaY!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3587058349084025065</id><published>2011-03-06T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:52:15.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog blog blog</title><content type='html'>This blog is going to start off as a vent and transition into the wonderful life that I know I am blessed with.&lt;div&gt;I just wanted, no needed, a change. I thought it would come soon but it didn't. I am still hovering. So I put on my public face and smile about the sameness that my life is stuck in. But alas, I don't want to linger on this. I just needed to vent to the entire world. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have lets move on to the awesome story!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is a beautiful place to live in. It can be so scary but it is also full of such amazing beauty. One of these beautiful things being art. Not mine of course but other peoples art. Let me explain. I drew cartoon pictures one day of my little brother and sister and put them on their bedroom doors. They were just funny and not meant to be wonderful. But one day I woke up and opened my door to find the most amazing art in the entire world. It was a perfect likeness of me on my door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just laughed because I knew exactly who had done it because of the height it was taped on my door and because it was drawn by someone that is the type of person that would notice my odd ball picture-less door. My 3 year old niece had seen that I had no drawing on my door and wanted to correct the problem. It was really sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKd37qeMwnc/TXRj3_0wN9I/AAAAAAAAATI/D_bG2eQ6Q0A/s320/100_2560.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581195651895539666" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkmN6tftxkk/TXRj4Ac0ppI/AAAAAAAAATQ/61mi4WF72zY/s320/100_2564.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581195652063602322" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4yN7T71Kd0/TXRj4v1NljI/AAAAAAAAATg/LtN-4l-NA1Q/s320/100_2559.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581195664782366258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3587058349084025065?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3587058349084025065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-blog-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3587058349084025065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3587058349084025065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-blog-blog.html' title='blog blog blog'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QKd37qeMwnc/TXRj3_0wN9I/AAAAAAAAATI/D_bG2eQ6Q0A/s72-c/100_2560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3108902919026219625</id><published>2011-02-18T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:41:47.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and after 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWvEmiM-eJE/TV9fNiaf0jI/AAAAAAAAASw/808qNaI3B74/s320/100_2536.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575279549888844338" /&gt;This is obviously (i hope it is obvious) the before picture of my latest project. :) It was my dads old dresser that had seen better days. I was really really happy when he told me that I could have it to fix up. Thanks dad and mom for encouraging all my random pursuits. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This (arrow pointing down) is the after picture. I think it turned out pretty great if I do say so myself. It was also really fun painting and distressing it! I love new hobbies. In the pictures it looks kind of red. This is false. It is actually a burgundy color with a bit of black over it.... I'm not much of a photographer so just imagine that it looks better in real life...because it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KncglVyzK58/TV9fN1BG0sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OKPIIXIPipo/s320/100_2553.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575279554882622146" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYP0UjsS_DY/TV9fOAiA8GI/AAAAAAAAATA/kuKspum3Zf0/s1600/100_2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYP0UjsS_DY/TV9fOAiA8GI/AAAAAAAAATA/kuKspum3Zf0/s320/100_2554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575279557973438562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3108902919026219625?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3108902919026219625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-and-after-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3108902919026219625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3108902919026219625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-and-after-20.html' title='Before and after 2.0'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWvEmiM-eJE/TV9fNiaf0jI/AAAAAAAAASw/808qNaI3B74/s72-c/100_2536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-6520544798150295810</id><published>2011-02-14T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:10:04.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige!</title><content type='html'>So Paige happen to leave her blog open, so instead of blogging on my blog (this is her sister) I will blog on hers! I love my sister Paige, if you haven't met Paige you are missing out! And here is why:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is so funny, one of the funniest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are very different, and it works for us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is Beautiful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She always is there for ya, even if it is staying up late when she doesn't want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She says whats on her mind, no holding back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a way with words, just read her blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is quite the crafter, refurnishing things, paint, decorating, you name it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is VERY VERY VERY motivated, if she puts HER mind to it she will do it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention funny?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She will try new things, if she wants to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is wonderful with her nieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is stubborn in a good way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a strong testimony and is willing to share it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She puts her whole trust in to the Lord&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few of the things I love about Paige! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-6520544798150295810?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/6520544798150295810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/paige.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6520544798150295810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6520544798150295810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/paige.html' title='Paige!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-8836695409702516088</id><published>2011-02-07T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:47:34.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvYQBcZ6I/AAAAAAAAASo/cb2jjzvbT3M/s1600/100_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvYQBcZ6I/AAAAAAAAASo/cb2jjzvbT3M/s320/100_2546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571004832721692578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvX_Je66I/AAAAAAAAASg/VXJwWdvcN3I/s1600/100_2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvX_Je66I/AAAAAAAAASg/VXJwWdvcN3I/s320/100_2545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571004828192009122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvXcc8QaI/AAAAAAAAASY/zEliogk_M0A/s1600/100_2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvXcc8QaI/AAAAAAAAASY/zEliogk_M0A/s320/100_2544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571004818878382498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you love my little army of chocolate covered strawberry footballs!? I thought they were so funny and adorable (also tasty). They made the super bowl less painful for me to watch. They were super easy too. Just dip strawberries in melted chocolate and when they are dry put the "laces" on with white frosting. I just put the frosting  in a plastic bag and cut off a small corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-8836695409702516088?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/8836695409702516088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-bowl-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8836695409702516088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8836695409702516088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super bowl Sunday'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAvYQBcZ6I/AAAAAAAAASo/cb2jjzvbT3M/s72-c/100_2546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-1477880462321540787</id><published>2011-02-07T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:42:02.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before and after</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtyA1lKeI/AAAAAAAAASA/oSpbBcbTriU/s320/100_2508.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571003076298746338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtxOanZRI/AAAAAAAAARw/RaLr7PqxF24/s320/100_2507.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571003062763873554" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtyy7-nrI/AAAAAAAAASI/LK3Wp2B_0Pg/s320/100_2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571003089747353266" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtxpTqOyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/4IqKBSMfTW8/s320/100_2511.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571003069982456610" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtzQeqaGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2NsXSQ_zTuc/s1600/100_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtzQeqaGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2NsXSQ_zTuc/s320/100_2531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571003097677457506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is my new hobby. Cool right? haha I found this awesome blog were this lady refinihsed furniture and so I thought I would try my hand at it. Turns out I really like it. I restained the outside and put fabric on the inside of the drawers because there was paint inside them and then I spray painted the handles. :) (sorry the pictures aren't great.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-1477880462321540787?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/1477880462321540787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1477880462321540787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1477880462321540787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/02/before-and-after.html' title='before and after'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TVAtyA1lKeI/AAAAAAAAASA/oSpbBcbTriU/s72-c/100_2508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4370709563671037142</id><published>2011-01-26T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:05:41.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/blake-lively-photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Today one of Mckenzies friends was pointing at laughing at me at their basketball game. At first I was merely confused by this but I just thought she was laughing at my clothing selection. I had on ripped pants, blue polka-dot shoes, a yellow and grey long sleeve shirt under a black shirt that says "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I AM DAVID BITTON&lt;/span&gt;" (I don't know who david bitton is...) and my hair was a wild mess of curls. Not to mention I smelled strongly of paint remover. (That is for another blog entirely.) But back to the story, I wasn't offended until she got other girls involved in the pointing and laughing. They were nodding and giggling so much it made me want to ask them if they had never seen a hobo before. I knew I looked a little bit ridiculous, I didn't need them to rub it in. After the game I went to get Mac so we could go home and the girls were pointing and laughing again! I was standing two feet away from them!! They could at least have the decency to laugh behind my back! Then they decided to add insult to injury. One of the girls got the guts to tell me that I looked like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Blake Lively&lt;/span&gt;. The thought that went through my head was, not knowing Blake Lively from Adam, Oh gee thanks, now I know you were laughing at me because I look like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Real nice. I just gave her this look that said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? You couldn't have kept that to yourself?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well Mckenzie came to both of our rescues when she told me that Blake Lively was in fact, a girl. And a pretty one at that. So my indignant  rage quickly turned into grateful surprise. No one has ever told me that I look like a celebrity. I personally don't see it, but I am glad that she said it. :) The girl in the picture is Blake Lively. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4370709563671037142?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4370709563671037142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-one-of-mckenzies-friends-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4370709563671037142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4370709563671037142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-one-of-mckenzies-friends-was.html' title=''/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-6829376435424119873</id><published>2011-01-14T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:07:32.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://justachitowngirl.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/single_lit_candle_b4a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 506px;" src="http://justachitowngirl.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/single_lit_candle_b4a4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that I promised rainbows and butterflies but all I have for today are birthday candles and bonfires. Please know that I really had good intentions about rainbows and butterflies; maybe next time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so I went to my institute class today and we learned about promptings of the spirit. Something that my teacher said really stuck with me because I thought it was cute and interesting so I thought I would blog share it. He said that most of us think that a "burning in your bosom" is supposed to feel like a bonfire. That this feeling of fire is supposed to consume our entire being. And while this does happen it is not always or often the case. For most of us the burning is equivalent to that of a birthday candle. And we need to always do our best to be in tune with the spirit so that when our birthday candle is blazing with all its little birthday candle might, we will be able to feel it. It is kind of the same thing, in my mind, of the spirit being a still small voice. He is not going to force us to listen to him but he will always give us the option.  I just thought that this was a nice thought so take it or leave it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-6829376435424119873?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/6829376435424119873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6829376435424119873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6829376435424119873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-2121948155821312534</id><published>2011-01-07T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:25:36.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I feel like I have a lot to say and then I sit down to blog and suddenly it all seems so unimportant.... So I am going to just ramble. :) Feel free to ignore this blog or read it and promise me you will either laugh or just...I'm not really sure, just over look any insanity. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I once went on a trip with a very dear friend of mine. We went to Zions National Park and stayed in a fancy hotel. There was a hot tub on the back porch and it was rich and in a way fairytaleish. So we went to fill up the hot tub so we could settle in after a long day of magical adventure. We waited around in our swim suits and bath robes for hours! We were unaware that the HOT tub was actually cold until it had time to HEAT up. This takes a couple &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;. So we gave up on that and decided that we were not going to change out of our suits but rather fill up the bath tub with steaming hot water and soak. This tub was on the smallish side of tiny so we sat in it together with our legs hanging over the side. It was so much more fun then any hot tub could have been. We popped popcorn and sacrificed a piece of the small amount of space we had to let it float around in a bowl. We talked and laughed for hours. That to me is what friends are for; sitting in a bath tub in your swimsuits and laughing, making the best of every situation just because you are friends. So thank you Madi for this memory! Consider it cherished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also think that there needs to be a group for people like me. Sort of like AA but more like RA. Rejection Anonymous. Some people, myself included, just keep coming back for more. I have a friend...lets call her Sue. Well Sue has this old boyfriend that just keeps coming back for more and more rejection and she just keeps giving it to him. She has to. It is not her fault, it's his. He is an addict. A perfect candidate for this group. I think that it is pretty ironic that of all people, Sue is my support group. Here is the thing about rejection, we don't crave it like regular addicts, we just can't help but know if there might be a chance, even when we really truly know that there is no chance. We just feel compelled to find out the hard way. I'm thinking that this should be like a 12 step program or something. But enough of this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't like to be sad but I usually listen to sad music. The stuff on the radio has no substance. I can't relate it to my life thus, I don't want to listen. It is mindless and has so story; it evokes no emotion. I like real music. The stuff that makes you want to cry or laugh or just feel something that you can't but a name to but because you feel it during the song you just feel better. If you want to sample the kind of music I like look no further than the Grey's Anatomy sound track. It is wonderful real music. The kind that is about feelings and life and actions. Not the radio music that is there just to kill all originality and promotes zombies. Sorry radio music lovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I warned you before starting this blog that it would be mindless so if you made it to this line you only have yourself to blame. But thank you for reading. It is nice to think that I may just be typing to an audience. :) Next time I promise there will be pictures and rainbows and butterflies. Nothing too serious or just blogging to get my ideas out of my head. Rainbows and butterflies!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-2121948155821312534?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/2121948155821312534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-have-lot-to-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2121948155821312534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2121948155821312534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-have-lot-to-say.html' title='Mindless nonsense'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4877193610772939162</id><published>2011-01-03T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:43:40.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of the semester</title><content type='html'>I really had no idea when I started this blog that it would be a place for me to record all the embarrassing things that happen to me. But alas, that is what it has come down to once again. I spent the first class on the first day of the semester being a little bit embarrassed. I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed ready for the day. I went to campus and found my class early. And then I waited for it to start. When the professor walked in the door I just started to laugh. He looked at me with a seriously surprised look and asked if I was really in his class. My classmates just looked at the exchange with curious faces. They had no idea that the professor was my uncle Russ. He asked me if it was a joke, me sitting in his class ready to learn. I said that I really hoped it was a joke. He then went on to tell me that I couldn't possibly be his class because I was in 2010 last semester. I heard the kid behind me ask the kid sitting next to him how the professor knew so much about my schedule. I was just praying for this to be my class; not because I wanted to be in Russ's class (because I know how difficult the course work would be) but because I didn't want to have to walk out and face the embarrassment that would surely continue at every family party. So I did finally get the guts to stand up and say that it was not my class when he passed out the syllabus and I found the course work really was way worse than a little blushing. So when I told him I was not in the right place he laughed really hard and as I walked out he announced to the class ''Thats my niece walking out the door!"  What an adventure. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4877193610772939162?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4877193610772939162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-semester.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4877193610772939162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4877193610772939162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day-of-semester.html' title='First day of the semester'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-2883893091817058698</id><published>2010-12-02T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:10:26.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more misadventures of me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgcgNWtm_I/AAAAAAAAARY/wtjAJMr8Wug/s1600/100_2469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgcgNWtm_I/AAAAAAAAARY/wtjAJMr8Wug/s320/100_2469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546214280773082098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.sugarscape.com/userfiles/image/editors/NYC%20summer%20collection/NYCEastVillage_pour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 363px;" src="http://images.sugarscape.com/userfiles/image/editors/NYC%20summer%20collection/NYCEastVillage_pour.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oops!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so.... I am pretty destructive. Just ask Brinkley. I was in her house today for about 10 seconds and destroyed it completely. ( well, almost.) I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small; "&gt;running&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to her house from a class that when long so I would be on time to babysit. I got there just in time. I grabbed by books, fingernail polish, my backpack, glitter, and my laptop, and I booked it inside. She was fairly happy to see me I would say. That is until I had to unload everything that I brought into her home. I went to put it on the couch so I could listen and look at the baby while she was talking to me. As soon as I unburdened myself from my stuff I knew  I had made a mistake. It was the blood curdling crack that told me this. I didn't even think I just shouted "get a rag!" and reached down to grab the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; "&gt;gooey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small; "&gt;wet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; "&gt;sticky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; "&gt;light blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; mess that I had made.  For some reason that at the time I couldn't explain, it really hurt. Then Brinkley ran over to check out the damage and let me tell you, there was some serious damage; nail polish was everywhere!!!! So this is my blog to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to my sister for ruining her couch. (This is not the first time something like this has happened. The last time it was baby formula.) Oh and the reason my hand hurt was because there were tiny shards of glass stuck in it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-2883893091817058698?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/2883893091817058698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-misadventures-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2883893091817058698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2883893091817058698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-misadventures-of-me.html' title='more misadventures of me....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgcgNWtm_I/AAAAAAAAARY/wtjAJMr8Wug/s72-c/100_2469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-2369951751198508950</id><published>2010-12-02T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:22:54.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two decades completed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Well I have done it. I am 20 years old. Let me tell you, it was quite the adventure getting here. I had a great birthday and day leading up to my birthday. I think that no matter how old I get I will never grow out of loving Harry Potter. Boo to all you magical naysayers. Harry Potter brought me and my friends together for the first time in much to long. We are all nerds and not afraid to show it. Oh, right but Harry Potter was brought into this blog because I went to see it at midnight as a gift from my friends. It was really fun to be around other fanatics and be able to show our true colors among people that understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgMNPLBTCI/AAAAAAAAARI/I0IY7O0v8Yk/s1600/100_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgMNPLBTCI/AAAAAAAAARI/I0IY7O0v8Yk/s320/100_2428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546196362657352738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgMM31VtsI/AAAAAAAAARA/DdrxaOpMYRo/s1600/100_2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgMM31VtsI/AAAAAAAAARA/DdrxaOpMYRo/s320/100_2426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546196356392400578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for my real birthday I spent it will the people that matter most. Dez, Dayne, Rex, and Tim. :) Just teasing. They really do matter and I did spend part of my birthday with them but that is because we had to clean the church that morning. I was happy to clean and give some service because what better way is there to show my appreciation to the one that has given me twenty awesome years? My family and I went to dinner at La Ferrovia and it was delicious! Thanks for coming everyone and for the gifts and for the support over the years. :)  (sorry no pictures of the fam.... random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-2369951751198508950?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/2369951751198508950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-decades-completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2369951751198508950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2369951751198508950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-decades-completed.html' title='Two decades completed.'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TPgMNPLBTCI/AAAAAAAAARI/I0IY7O0v8Yk/s72-c/100_2428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-8758667929122676823</id><published>2010-11-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:38:32.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List.....</title><content type='html'>I love "to do" lists. I really do. I like the accomplished feeling I get when I finally get to cross something off of that list. It's like a drug to me. I can't get enough of that high that comes from making a dark black line right through the task that i needed to get done.  So I will let you in on a feel good tactic I have come up with. It's quite simple really, just add things to the list that you are going to do no matter what, such as....Wake up, brush teeth, eat lunch, do hair, etc. This way I know I will be able to cross things off my list even if it isn't a very productive day. I still get that "go get em'" feeling from making a list and the "you are going places" from crossing things off. It is a win win situation. :) Right now I am crossing homework assignments of my list... sort of. Blogging can be crossed of my list now anyway. ha score one for team to do today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-8758667929122676823?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/8758667929122676823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-do-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8758667929122676823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8758667929122676823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List.....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3643494924801938856</id><published>2010-10-22T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:21:59.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like....</title><content type='html'>This year a lot has happened, I will make a list and then try to expound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed schools.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends moved back to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started dating a boy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stopped dating said boy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attend a young single adult ward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a calling in this ward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in an art class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister had a baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some really good friends left on missions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And other such things....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Moving home....&lt;br /&gt;was actually easier than I thought. At first there was a lot of getting locked out and left out because my family forgot I was there, but then we readjusted and things are good now. I have food and clean clothes which is not something I had while at school.&lt;br /&gt;Changing schools....&lt;br /&gt;This was really hard. I had a chip on my shoulder from the second I enrolled at Weber State University. It have now been a student here for a couple months now and can say that it is not as horrible as I made it out to be. I do NOT like the math program here. It is not as great as Utah States but I guess I will just have to make do. I DO like the clock tower. It is a beautiful thing and I like hearing it tell the hour. I also like the very random benches hidden on the BEAUTIFUL campus. It really is a lovely place to be everyday. Who ever designed it is seriously an artist and I want to thank them.&lt;br /&gt;My YSA ward....&lt;br /&gt;Young single adult wards get a bad reputation, but in my experience, the things I have heard about them are not entirely true. Granted, they do talk about getting married every chance they get but that is because it is important.  I have made so many new friends and have learned a lot about myself and my testimony. I have also learned a lot about the gospel that pertains to the situation that I am currently at in my life. And I have met some incredible strong people and feel that I am a better person just from knowing them. As for my calling, I love it. It takes me out of my comfort zone and gives me some purpose and a chance to get  to know everyone, which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The boy....&lt;br /&gt;He is a great guy and good things will happen for him. That is just dating. So what else can I say?&lt;br /&gt;My art class....&lt;br /&gt;I love it!!! I'm not very good but it is fun to walk around with giant paper and a charcoal mustache and to feel artistic.&lt;br /&gt;All in all.....&lt;br /&gt;I feel like things are going great. I feel like I am where I am supposed to be. I am blessed with an amazing family and other fantastic people in my life that I am so grateful for. I feel supported and loved. I feel excited. I feel like I am living in a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3643494924801938856?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3643494924801938856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3643494924801938856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3643494924801938856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like.html' title='I feel like....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-1212718594382246880</id><published>2010-09-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:26:58.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Classy lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TIe_UwIJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DI7ng7R8WLY/s1600/audrey-hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TIe_UwIJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DI7ng7R8WLY/s320/audrey-hepburn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514586631975857442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. &lt;div&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember if you ever need a helping hand you will find one at the end of your arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and one for helping others."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Audrey Hepburn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought I would share this quote with everyone because I think it is lovely. Audrey Hepburn is a classy lady and this quote is verification of that. It is down to earth and reminds us that beauty is much more than a pretty face but a pretty soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-1212718594382246880?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/1212718594382246880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-attractive-lips-speak-words-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1212718594382246880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1212718594382246880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-attractive-lips-speak-words-of.html' title='A Classy lady'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TIe_UwIJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/DI7ng7R8WLY/s72-c/audrey-hepburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7552050025558379278</id><published>2010-08-26T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:46:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do believe that Weber State has it out for me. Not only did I have to park four blocks away and walk (this is farther away than my apt. was to Utah States campus.) but once I got to my destination, the Union  Building, something very strange happened. At the exact moment I opened the door to go buy my books, an alarm went off. I ignored it because I don't know much about what goes on here. Could this be normal? How should I know. Well anyway, a womans voice came on the intercom as I took my first step into the building saying, "attention, attention, there is an emergency in the building. Please stay calm and walk towards the nearest exit." I was so upset, not because there was an emergency but because I was that close to buying my very last book. Now I will have to wait until I am allowed to enter that building. I really hope my professor understands my reasoning for not having my books today! It has just been one of those days. So I guess you can stay tuned for another one of my misadventures seeing as how they have been common place these days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7552050025558379278?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7552050025558379278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-do-believe-that-weber-state-has-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7552050025558379278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7552050025558379278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-do-believe-that-weber-state-has-it.html' title=''/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-687431881684020140</id><published>2010-08-22T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:28:16.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to jump on and say that things are going well. :) It has been ages, once again, since I have actually gotten on and blogged. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQeVOv7T6q3-3X5ajWqDzptgoAtvcf__TlP2tFFFd6WXwc24Vc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__dCOf_t_EP-ryJ5g_iWWZA3nNYVA=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I guess I can tell you about the embarrassing thing that just happened to me. I go to a singles ward at the Weber State institute building and it starts at 1. Well today I had a farewell at 9 and a meeting that I had to be to at 10 and it got over at 11. So in my mind I was counting the hours in my busy day and thought church started at 12 because it is the next number in line. So here I was rushing to make it to church on time. I ran in the building and was so confused when sacrament had already started. I didn't think I was that late. I mean, it was only 11:54. So I text this boy to find out if we were meeting somewhere else. I had missed last Sunday so this seemed like a good explanation to me. For some reason I decided to wander around until I figured out what was wrong. Well I ran into a kid in my ward, so I asked him where we were meeting and he said, "well, where we always meet.... at 1.... It's 12." Well as if this is embarrassing enough, to top it off the dad of the guy that I am dating was right behind him and just started laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I'm in for a little bit of ridicule today at church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-687431881684020140?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/687431881684020140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-wanted-to-jump-on-and-say-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/687431881684020140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/687431881684020140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-wanted-to-jump-on-and-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3608497329848366412</id><published>2010-07-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:54:07.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please understand....</title><content type='html'>Please understand that I don't mean to be horrible at remembering to blog now that I am home, it is just something that happened. I will try to be better but I'm making no promises. So a couple things that have happened, I am now a student at Weber State University. It's quite exciting really, I'm hoping to get my degree in Elementary Education from this fine institution. I went to my high adventure Burrows family reunion down in Moab! It was fun and really good to see everyone. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm working at the Aquatic Center and the Roy Complex teaching swimming lessons :) It is pretty fun, the kids in my lessons say the funniest things! One of the girls was really upset about her new swimming suit and when I asked her why she said because she really wanted the Hello Kitty swimming suit but her mom doesn't know what is cool, so she didn't get the Hello Kitty suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Robyn and Cody bought a house and we have already had some fun times having BBQ's there and helping them move in. It's a super cute house and I think they will love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is all the update I have right now. Life at home is more calm than life in Logan but I do enjoy being home. It has been a blast! Now for some pictures!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYemD4OPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XvCcC-3LJe4/s1600/100_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYemD4OPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XvCcC-3LJe4/s320/100_2245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490477809610012914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYeLM6DrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TmYsrZUBwhc/s1600/100_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYeLM6DrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TmYsrZUBwhc/s320/100_2133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490477802400124594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYdZUYIkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5R3_j6u0jbQ/s1600/100_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYdZUYIkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5R3_j6u0jbQ/s320/100_2157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490477789009683010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYc-fYB8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UhIcpDZ5OAM/s1600/100_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYc-fYB8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UhIcpDZ5OAM/s320/100_2147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490477781808056258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYcDyLcNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4mWAfaDLJuQ/s1600/100_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYcDyLcNI/AAAAAAAAAQI/4mWAfaDLJuQ/s320/100_2128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490477766049231058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3608497329848366412?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3608497329848366412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-understand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3608497329848366412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3608497329848366412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-understand.html' title='Please understand....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/TDIYemD4OPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XvCcC-3LJe4/s72-c/100_2245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-6168424362518808083</id><published>2010-05-03T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:50:47.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, here we are again. It's finals week here in Logan. I believe that it is a very fitting title because a lot of things here are coming to an end. First of all, the most obvious, tests. I am hoping to do well on my math final! I refuse to take this class again. I am anti-math. We are not friends and I hope to be done with it for good soon. Math, I will not miss you in the least. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Second, my apartment complex and all the things that came with it. This one I am a little bit more sad about because has been fun to live here and meet a lot of great people. I have had really great roommates that never cease to entertain. I will miss them and all the things that bothered me about this shoe box that I currently live in. It was quite the experience to live on my own and I enjoyed it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Third, Utah State. Thursday will be my final day as a student here. It's quite tragic really but Weber State is calling my name, telling me that the adventure there will be worth it. I'm excited to go to a new school and meet more new people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So to all the things that are ending, farewell! And to the future, Welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-6168424362518808083?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/6168424362518808083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/05/finals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6168424362518808083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6168424362518808083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/05/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-345420239622323164</id><published>2010-04-30T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:40:20.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a little Weird....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"We are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;weird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and life's a little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;weird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and when we find someone whose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;weirdness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mutual weirdness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and call it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1-love-quotes.com/cgi-bin/viewquotes.cgi?action=search&amp;amp;Author_First_Name=&amp;amp;Author_Last_Name=Anonymous" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); letter-spacing: 0px; text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Anonymous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;This quote struck me as funny and rang true. I wanted to write something clever and deep about it but found that I lacked the words to do so. So, instead I will just say to anyone looking for that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;'weird'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in their lives, best of luck! And to those that have found it, congratulations! I wish everyone, in whatever situation you are in, all the happiness in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-345420239622323164?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/345420239622323164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-needs-little-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/345420239622323164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/345420239622323164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-needs-little-weird.html' title='Everyone needs a little Weird....'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4715017969984969827</id><published>2010-04-21T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:02:41.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pcNj9V1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8BfZw3wIVL0/s1600/857571753_299a39d141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pcNj9V1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8BfZw3wIVL0/s320/857571753_299a39d141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462771175165613906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pboKObmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Fac0Dk_8gEw/s1600/104_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pboKObmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Fac0Dk_8gEw/s320/104_1519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462771165125570146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pbEvKbOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/edHJex4IZfw/s1600/104_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pbEvKbOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/edHJex4IZfw/s320/104_1115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462771155616820450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-paiRUHAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JjC_pq7KWgg/s1600/104_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-paiRUHAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JjC_pq7KWgg/s320/104_1078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462771146364820482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-paMFZnDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Jr-Koitw4UE/s1600/104_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-paMFZnDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Jr-Koitw4UE/s320/104_0897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462771140409269298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the hardest things about college is the fact that I miss out on so much that goes on in the lives of my favorite people. My nieces and the little sea monkey are growing up so fast and I feel like I miss out on a lot of it. Luckily, I live close enough that I do get to see them from time to time. &lt;div&gt;So let me tell you some things about each....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little miss diva, aka addi,  is the oldest of the bunch. She is the smartest child I have ever met. She never ceases to amaze me with how much she remembers and really understands. We have been best friends since she was born. Ever since she could talk she would tell you that her aunt paigie is her favorite. When we went to get trees for Christmas we were sitting on a rock waiting for everyone else to catch up and she grabbed my hand and said, "Paigie, we are best friends huh?" This is one of my favorite moments with her.  She is one of the funniest people I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oakley is next. She is one of the sweetest things I have ever encountered. She loves to cuddle and she just loves everyone. She also loves flowers and DVD cases of all things. It is incredible how big she gets during the times I don't see her. My parents came up and took us out to lunch just the other day and Oak couldn't stop smiling at me, and let me tell you, the feeling was mutual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the smallish gummy bear. This is the one I don't know much about yet. I have seen two pictures of the little jelly bean so far. The picture of the gummy bear is a pretty awesome likeness, if I do say so myself. I may not know the little one but I can't wait to be the favorite aunt of this one as well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4715017969984969827?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4715017969984969827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-of-my-favorite-people.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4715017969984969827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4715017969984969827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-of-my-favorite-people.html' title='Some of my favorite people'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S8-pcNj9V1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8BfZw3wIVL0/s72-c/857571753_299a39d141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-8198090543137653455</id><published>2010-04-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:55:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just home from an errand feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S767Ia-ZuII/AAAAAAAAAPY/zRIh614lAr8/s1600/100_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S767Ia-ZuII/AAAAAAAAAPY/zRIh614lAr8/s320/100_2032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458005551774021762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mud puddle feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S767H5f6WII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2RxHdywtOic/s1600/100_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S767H5f6WII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2RxHdywtOic/s320/100_2038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458005542787766402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One might be inclined to ask why such dirty feet are pictured in this post. Well, I believe  it is a great question. A question that I myself asked once upon a time. It all happened when I was innocently surfing the web. I ran across a site that said "A Day Without Shoes" and had a couple pictures of dirty feet on it. I was curious so I went to the page to find out more. Well I found out that a day without shoes is exactly what it sounds like. It asked me if I wanted to see where other people were signed up; I did want to know. The trick was that I had to make an account. How risky could this be? It is an organization that is concerned about children with no shoes. So in my blissful ignorance I make an account and in doing so I also pledged to not wear shoes on April 8th to help raise awareness. Now my word is my bond so when April 8th rolled around....I forgot. Then to my suprise, I saw a girl walking to school; not wearing shoes! Mine were instantly( ok, ok almost instantly) in my backpack and I happily went the rest of the day without them. Emily Allen also had dirty feet by the end of the day because she went on a shoeless adventure with me, bless her heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, let me tell you something. I truly appreciate my shoes now. While walking around I encountered sticks, pebbles and worst of all, Rock Salt (that may have been the most brutal sidewalk in all of Logan). I could not fathom walking &lt;b&gt;miles everyday without a simple pair of shoes&lt;/b&gt;. My feet are dirty and sore but my resolve to remember and make the lives better of those less fortunate than me has been rejuvenated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-8198090543137653455?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/8198090543137653455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-home-from-errand-feet-mud-puddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8198090543137653455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8198090543137653455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-home-from-errand-feet-mud-puddle.html' title=''/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S767Ia-ZuII/AAAAAAAAAPY/zRIh614lAr8/s72-c/100_2032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7204362730764491097</id><published>2010-03-29T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:43:20.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love these girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcHuBaaDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Zz3hp0S7-U/s1600/100_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcHuBaaDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Zz3hp0S7-U/s320/100_1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454171542660999218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcHJ8eqSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0O9Ay1kDj0A/s1600/100_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcHJ8eqSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0O9Ay1kDj0A/s320/100_1984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454171532976630050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcGe13q0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/7Xb5g6FVIt0/s1600/100_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcGe13q0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/7Xb5g6FVIt0/s320/100_1938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454171521406184258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I must say that I absolutely adore these girls. We are so crazy and always have a good time together. It is never dull when we get home from class and have a spare minute. We always have a good time but sometimes it's a little out of control. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are like peanut butter, jelly, and bread if you don't mind me being a bit cheesy. Emily (for obvious reasons to my roommates) is the peanut butter. She is a nut and has a great flavor that compliments many others. Kathy is the jelly in the friendship! She runs all over the place and is always very sweet. She also has the ability to compliment others and bring out the best in them. Then there is me. The bread. I bring the sandwich together (for a lack of any other comparison.) In reality I just bring out the crazy in Kathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know that if they read this they will laugh so hard they will fall out of their chairs because well....they laugh like that about everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is mostly a joke and the truth is I just wanted people to be able to see this ultra embarrassing picture that they both hate. I think it's cute and I look way worse than both of you so you can't get mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7204362730764491097?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7204362730764491097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-these-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7204362730764491097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7204362730764491097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-these-girls.html' title='I love these girls!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S7EcHuBaaDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6Zz3hp0S7-U/s72-c/100_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7187673274858800458</id><published>2010-03-25T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T16:19:45.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LDS.org - Ensign Article - Sweet Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=5b7178de9441c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD"&gt;LDS.org - Ensign Article - Sweet Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha I knew my mother would like this. I hope everyone one else gets a little enjoyment out of it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7187673274858800458?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=5b7178de9441c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD' title='LDS.org - Ensign Article - Sweet Moments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7187673274858800458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/ldsorg-ensign-article-sweet-moments.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7187673274858800458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7187673274858800458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/ldsorg-ensign-article-sweet-moments.html' title='LDS.org - Ensign Article - Sweet Moments'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-5034985861721123138</id><published>2010-03-12T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:54:57.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Library</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am in the library. It is 1 1/2 hours until my spring break starts and I am working on an assignment for my English class, waiting to go to math...not fun. I think that all classes should have been cancelled today just because no one has gone to them so far. Also because I am starting to get Spring Fever and I am having the hardest time concentrating in class. Oh well, 1 1/2 hours and I'm all yours spring break!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-5034985861721123138?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/5034985861721123138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5034985861721123138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5034985861721123138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/library.html' title='The Library'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-2207065408816878818</id><published>2010-03-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:55:42.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxjUbG__I/AAAAAAAAAOw/czQISq4-mNY/s1600-h/100_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxjUbG__I/AAAAAAAAAOw/czQISq4-mNY/s320/100_1960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750857268658162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5Mxi0PFS0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jNxNjNo_A6k/s1600-h/100_1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5Mxi0PFS0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jNxNjNo_A6k/s320/100_1957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750848628280130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxiXq3CgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BNTvyzgwDhM/s1600-h/100_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxiXq3CgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BNTvyzgwDhM/s320/100_1956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750840960158210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxhoH0-qI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TTHWy_ELBAg/s1600-h/100_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxhoH0-qI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TTHWy_ELBAg/s320/100_1951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750828196756130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxhCx3OnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PplomjyN-3E/s1600-h/100_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxhCx3OnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PplomjyN-3E/s320/100_1953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445750818172516978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jared Quayle masks....&lt;/div&gt;Aggie Basketball is out of control. If you want something to do on a Saturday night, why not just hang out with the entire student body? That's pretty much what you will being doing if you are at the Spectrum watching the game! We have been said to have a pretty epic crowd. It's true. They are ruthless and energetic! It's always a good time at the games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-2207065408816878818?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/2207065408816878818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/jared-quayle-masks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2207065408816878818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/2207065408816878818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/03/jared-quayle-masks.html' title=''/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S5MxjUbG__I/AAAAAAAAAOw/czQISq4-mNY/s72-c/100_1960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3454627575896763443</id><published>2010-02-25T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:16:09.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://decideforyourself.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/spring2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 300px;" src="http://decideforyourself.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/spring2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is my belief that spring may just be the most wonderful, most anticipated, and most glorious time of the year.  When it is not here I miss it terribly. When it is here I relish every second of it. I absolutely adore spring. I love summer but I just don't feel cabin fever when it's near like I do for spring.  It is a miracle when the grass starts to show and the leaves start to bud; you can literally watch life coming back into the world. The cold drives the birds away and with them the songs they sing. Spring welcomes them back with open arms. There is no longer that deathly silence in the air, now there is life in the sky again. In my opinion, the air is just better in spring, instead of heavy and thick, it's light and refreshing. In spring, activity comes back into the community, people are outside having picnics, playing Frisbee, and just enjoying the sun. Color is another plus of this glorious season. God must have put it right after winter to more profoundly show how the two juxtapose each other. Winter has one color palette, white and grey.  Spring on the other hand, has red, green, yellow, brown, purple, blue, violet, and any other color on the wheel. It is simply a magical time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think spring is the most beautiful thing. The other seasons are lovely in their own respects, but none of them bring new hope like spring does. I just can wait for it to arrive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3454627575896763443?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3454627575896763443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3454627575896763443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3454627575896763443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-9191302565627665719</id><published>2010-02-08T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:13:17.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to read</title><content type='html'>I LOVE to read. I would read all day long if life would let me. My favorite genre is in fact classic novels. I adore them. I have a goal to read all the classics in my life time. So I decided I wanted to make a list of my favorite books. What better place to make that list than on the internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Book of Mormon and The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mormonmemorabilia.com/images/Merchandise/Books/Book%20of%20Mormon%201906%20Pulpit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 511px;" src="http://www.mormonmemorabilia.com/images/Merchandise/Books/Book%20of%20Mormon%201906%20Pulpit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Wuthering Heights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/13740000/13745393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 273px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/13740000/13745393.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jane Erye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE6Zjj0fTks/SI4nwvuPIII/AAAAAAAAFI4/D4EJ7aD1KQk/s400/94317705_jane-eyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE6Zjj0fTks/SI4nwvuPIII/AAAAAAAAFI4/D4EJ7aD1KQk/s400/94317705_jane-eyre.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tess of the D'Urbervilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://danmihalache.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/tess-of-the-d_urbervilles-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 475px;" src="http://danmihalache.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/tess-of-the-d_urbervilles-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lord of the Flies&lt;br /&gt;6. Life of Pi&lt;br /&gt;7. all the Harry Potters&lt;br /&gt;8. all the Work and the Glories&lt;br /&gt;9. all the Leven Thumps&lt;br /&gt;10. The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;The Last 5 are in no certain order but the first 5 are in that order. I am a proud owner of all these books. But if anyone finds my copy of the Life of Pi I would be very happy. :) I let a girl borrow it at young womens once and she never returned it is what I am thinking happened to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-9191302565627665719?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/9191302565627665719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/9191302565627665719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/9191302565627665719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-to-read.html' title='I love to read'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WE6Zjj0fTks/SI4nwvuPIII/AAAAAAAAFI4/D4EJ7aD1KQk/s72-c/94317705_jane-eyre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-5851428721551704151</id><published>2010-02-07T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:40:36.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29AToy-oTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lS2wh1NVh6I/s1600-h/100_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29AToy-oTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lS2wh1NVh6I/s320/100_1860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435633981372408114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29ATTxVK1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/GVKlAyR_st8/s1600-h/100_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29ATTxVK1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/GVKlAyR_st8/s320/100_1859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435633975728352082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29ASyTYMtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tdO8ERHZvlA/s1600-h/100_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29ASyTYMtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tdO8ERHZvlA/s320/100_1858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435633966744351442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kathy what should I do today?" I asked. "Why don't you learn to fold origami?" She said and she continued to compose her letters to missionaries. "That sounds like a good idea." So while everyone else was busy writing missionaries, studying for tests, and making cake, I was busying myself with the art of folding paper. Here are the fruits of my labors. A tulip, turtle, and a horse. I also made and envelope and plan to send a letter in it! Sundays are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-5851428721551704151?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/5851428721551704151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-activities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5851428721551704151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5851428721551704151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday-activities.html' title='Sunday activities'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S29AToy-oTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lS2wh1NVh6I/s72-c/100_1860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7446552713345318754</id><published>2010-02-06T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:55:05.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quelf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225OWl7qCI/AAAAAAAAANw/WxaN2ffP4eA/s1600-h/100_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225OWl7qCI/AAAAAAAAANw/WxaN2ffP4eA/s320/100_1807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435203981540042786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225OByUV4I/AAAAAAAAANo/rlktpByxtMY/s1600-h/100_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225OByUV4I/AAAAAAAAANo/rlktpByxtMY/s320/100_1816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435203975954847618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225NrNsbcI/AAAAAAAAANg/9QznwO2FwP4/s1600-h/100_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225NrNsbcI/AAAAAAAAANg/9QznwO2FwP4/s320/100_1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435203969895656898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225NE0koUI/AAAAAAAAANY/KNNh_ZJdNvQ/s1600-h/100_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225NE0koUI/AAAAAAAAANY/KNNh_ZJdNvQ/s320/100_1832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435203959589740866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225M_n-hQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/McAvCjgrrXY/s1600-h/100_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225M_n-hQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/McAvCjgrrXY/s320/100_1804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435203958194734338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder about all the random pictures but believe it our not they are all related. These were taken during crazy game called Quelf. The point of the game is to do weird tasks that help you to get to the center of the board. It's a really fun game. Thanks Emily Chipman for bringing it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7446552713345318754?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7446552713345318754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/quilf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7446552713345318754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7446552713345318754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/quilf.html' title='Quelf'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S225OWl7qCI/AAAAAAAAANw/WxaN2ffP4eA/s72-c/100_1807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-6463721538987765668</id><published>2010-02-06T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:42:02.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another kind of cleaning the sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222o1W5J8I/AAAAAAAAANI/BRKApwqXMdg/s1600-h/100_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222o1W5J8I/AAAAAAAAANI/BRKApwqXMdg/s320/100_1853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201137940178882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222ovH1rxI/AAAAAAAAANA/R4ETknSDX24/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222ovH1rxI/AAAAAAAAANA/R4ETknSDX24/s320/100_1854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201136266424082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222oFOuZKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/upHQ-pYodvA/s1600-h/100_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222oFOuZKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/upHQ-pYodvA/s320/100_1848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201125021017250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222n8kSMdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EHtQ3Bn2RNA/s1600-h/100_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222n8kSMdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EHtQ3Bn2RNA/s320/100_1845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201122695524818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222nXriwgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6yxeknMJjpI/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222nXriwgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6yxeknMJjpI/s320/100_1841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435201112793858562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really gross andventure. Turns out 6 girls all using the same sink for a semester makes for a messy clean up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-6463721538987765668?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/6463721538987765668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-kind-of-cleaning-sink.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6463721538987765668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6463721538987765668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-kind-of-cleaning-sink.html' title='Another kind of cleaning the sink'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S222o1W5J8I/AAAAAAAAANI/BRKApwqXMdg/s72-c/100_1853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7665921784712971590</id><published>2010-02-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:20:24.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=156399693&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=156399693"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=156399693&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=156399693"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7665921784712971590?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7665921784712971590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7665921784712971590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7665921784712971590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4674139408451555316</id><published>2010-01-30T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:59:58.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Shoeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZk-TNMwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ePRsON8Gw98/s1600-h/100_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZkYO0boI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JMUyAAj_Whg/s1600-h/100_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZkYO0boI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JMUyAAj_Whg/s320/100_1796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432776638262963842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love snow shoeing! We just decided one day to go to the ORC, rent snow shoes, and go up the canyon.  We packed a lunch and made a day of it. It was so much fun and such a great experience. Next time we know not to wear so many layers. We went overboard a little bit and it got really really hot. From top to bottom left to right there is Alyssa, Talor, Talor's good friend, (her name escapes me) Kaylen, Kathy, Emily, and Paige.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZlOxaB4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5t1mNRxQ458/s1600-h/100_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZlOxaB4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5t1mNRxQ458/s320/100_1793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432776652903548802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kathy and Paige. Kathy loves to eat lunch!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZk-TNMwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ePRsON8Gw98/s1600-h/100_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZk-TNMwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ePRsON8Gw98/s320/100_1787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432776648481911554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had the hardest time getting on this fence but Kathy just jumped on it like it was nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZj_OHPOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pUyDBP0yhOM/s1600-h/100_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZj_OHPOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pUyDBP0yhOM/s320/100_1789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432776631549115618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZjVroaKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mD0IqYV0VK0/s1600-h/100_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZjVroaKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mD0IqYV0VK0/s320/100_1786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432776620398635170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kathy sporting her snow shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4674139408451555316?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4674139408451555316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/kathy-and-paige.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4674139408451555316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4674139408451555316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/kathy-and-paige.html' title='Snow Shoeing'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S2UZkYO0boI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JMUyAAj_Whg/s72-c/100_1796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7359516588708360850</id><published>2010-01-18T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:12:53.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE6H_RWfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n72tPj43SGg/s1600-h/100_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE6H_RWfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n72tPj43SGg/s320/100_1771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428250322488351218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE5inapTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ne8MmsLatOQ/s1600-h/100_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE5inapTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ne8MmsLatOQ/s320/100_1769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428250312456185138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE5NtaktI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pOSLsDxCvz0/s1600-h/100_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE5NtaktI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pOSLsDxCvz0/s320/100_1765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428250306844201682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE450VAlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IpiMRPM7zUc/s1600-h/100_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE450VAlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IpiMRPM7zUc/s320/100_1762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428250301504488018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE4cvOx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cjSawtA2IwM/s1600-h/100_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE4cvOx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cjSawtA2IwM/s320/100_1760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428250293698480066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my roommates! Pictured here we have Talor, Emily, Paige, and our new addition Kathy!!!! She is awesome and always up for a party. She fit right into our little apt. She is going into nursing and transferred here from UVU. She is out of control but it is great fun. &lt;div&gt;We decided it would be fun (because we didn't have school on Monday) to have a sleep over as roommates. We brought all our mattresses down and put them in the living room. It was squishy but so much fun! We were diving off the couches and off the railing onto the blankets and pillows we had.  We were jumping all over the place just having a great time. Then we had to take a break for ward prayer and scones, but after that it was back to the craziness. We borrowed Super Mario Bros. from one of our friends and played the video game to get us into the mood for the movie. It didn't work very well because most everyone fell asleep but it was still a great night. Putting everything back in the morning however; not so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7359516588708360850?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7359516588708360850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7359516588708360850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7359516588708360850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleep-over.html' title='Sleep over!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UE6H_RWfI/AAAAAAAAAKY/n72tPj43SGg/s72-c/100_1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3961412929997351479</id><published>2010-01-18T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:28:58.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more sleep over pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIZFbuq-I/AAAAAAAAALA/CcxC1MYmT1A/s1600-h/100_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIZFbuq-I/AAAAAAAAALA/CcxC1MYmT1A/s320/100_1759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254152913234914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIYrUqWTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/G6Cah7ud8WY/s1600-h/100_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIYrUqWTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/G6Cah7ud8WY/s320/100_1763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254145904269618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIXjnihjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2rvQgAZz08I/s1600-h/100_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIXjnihjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2rvQgAZz08I/s320/100_1772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254126656095794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIXVlcVFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xk_pQzwkYe0/s1600-h/100_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIXVlcVFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xk_pQzwkYe0/s320/100_1774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254122889204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kathy and I are more or less rolling of the banister rather than jumping.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIYDAd5tI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UoE3C4TKYv0/s1600-h/100_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIYDAd5tI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UoE3C4TKYv0/s320/100_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428254135082149586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys in these pictures are Parker and Kaylen. They heard we had video games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3961412929997351479?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3961412929997351479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-sleep-over-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3961412929997351479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3961412929997351479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-sleep-over-pictures.html' title='more sleep over pictures'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S1UIZFbuq-I/AAAAAAAAALA/CcxC1MYmT1A/s72-c/100_1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-8261603000854424356</id><published>2010-01-10T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:28:01.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow Park Zoo in the Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pFSLuNR2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/67Pq_THTBA8/s1600-h/100_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pFSLuNR2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/67Pq_THTBA8/s320/100_1752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425224879807743842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Willow Park Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE_X16iyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_Q2GPbwst8g/s320/100_1745.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425224556643781410" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE_wwAzuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0bM8TSp5YS0/s1600-h/100_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE_wwAzuI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0bM8TSp5YS0/s320/100_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425224563329912546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE-8Lc56I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w787WhPizro/s1600-h/100_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE-8Lc56I/AAAAAAAAAJY/w787WhPizro/s320/100_1743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425224549217920930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE-ckyY2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M_5IyQYvbj4/s1600-h/100_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pE-ckyY2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M_5IyQYvbj4/s320/100_1729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425224540734251874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bird in these pictures was pretending to only have one leg. I knew better than to believe him so I demanded that he show if he really only had one leg or not. He looked right at me and promptly complied. He must have known that I wouldn't be fooled. Also here is Kaylen and Emily. It was so so cold but well worth it to see the birds, elk, coyote, an invisible bobcat, and a deer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-8261603000854424356?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/8261603000854424356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/willow-park-zoo-bird-in-these-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8261603000854424356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8261603000854424356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/willow-park-zoo-bird-in-these-pictures.html' title='Willow Park Zoo in the Winter'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pFSLuNR2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/67Pq_THTBA8/s72-c/100_1752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-7371107031946457904</id><published>2010-01-10T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:00:01.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-nKDbRLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qegSJzUOI6w/s1600-h/100_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-nKDbRLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qegSJzUOI6w/s320/100_1631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425217543555728562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-m9XeARI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LxlYzUL7wro/s1600-h/100_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-m9XeARI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LxlYzUL7wro/s320/100_1603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425217540150133010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-mWgnfmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3zobcdPaT8s/s1600-h/100_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-mWgnfmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3zobcdPaT8s/s320/100_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425217529719520866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-mP2G0MI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fNypN3cOqAY/s1600-h/100_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-mP2G0MI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fNypN3cOqAY/s320/100_1584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425217527930605762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of the cruise we just went on. It was really fun as you can see. we played at the beach, I kissed a seal, and we disturbed some poor little sea creatures. Just don't think thats all we did. We ate to and past our hearts content, went to great shows, rode a sweet roller coaster, and oh, I went para sailing. This still isn't all but I would be typing for a really long long time if I continued.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-7371107031946457904?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/7371107031946457904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/cruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7371107031946457904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/7371107031946457904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/cruise.html' title='Cruise!!!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0o-nKDbRLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qegSJzUOI6w/s72-c/100_1631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-9038449120991566962</id><published>2010-01-10T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:29:44.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More cruise pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBO_R7n4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/XStxk_jasP8/s1600-h/100_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBO_R7n4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/XStxk_jasP8/s320/100_1616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425220426881802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBOd-YBQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Omo6M1uaHKU/s1600-h/100_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBOd-YBQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Omo6M1uaHKU/s320/100_1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425220417941406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some other things we did. Such as Parker getting his picture taken with this man, my mother and at the beach, and para sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBOO_bo5I/AAAAAAAAAII/tq7W_5Yq9Go/s1600-h/100_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBOO_bo5I/AAAAAAAAAII/tq7W_5Yq9Go/s320/100_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425220413919306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBNzPHVcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoCOL3nHGTM/s1600-h/100_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBNzPHVcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zoCOL3nHGTM/s320/100_1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425220406468892098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBNMTQOfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kjl8bJdyf14/s1600-h/100_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBNMTQOfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kjl8bJdyf14/s320/100_1654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425220396017269234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-9038449120991566962?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/9038449120991566962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-cruise-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/9038449120991566962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/9038449120991566962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-cruise-pictures.html' title='More cruise pictures'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/S0pBO_R7n4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/XStxk_jasP8/s72-c/100_1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-4772922963936340524</id><published>2009-11-04T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:32:25.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Trip 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jrQcn9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/05CHj5g1jp0/s1600-h/104_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jrQcn9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/05CHj5g1jp0/s320/104_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400377317054521298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to our senior trip!!! It was awesome. Ryan Peterson, Mitch Thacker, Emily Allen, Jordan Gines, and I are the crowd that packed up and went to Moab. It was all talk until about two days before then we had a meeting at my house and decided to go for real. It was so much fun. We went to Arches National Park, which is what you are seeing in these first two pictures. We also went go-carting and stayed at Moab Rim Camp Park. Thanks to some help from Sue and Jim we were able to afford this trip. :) We also hit the Tea Cups or Pots I don't remember and the music park and who could forget the sand hill.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIBDRdK-mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRDuJuRu3jk/s1600-h/104_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIBDRdK-mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HRDuJuRu3jk/s320/104_0898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400380058907638370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitchell, off to a rough start on his go cart. He also, for the record, had a rough pit stop. His breaks went out and he slammed into the cart in front of him. It was such a funny night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jbwTocI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NrSrNa1oD98/s1600-h/104_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jbwTocI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NrSrNa1oD98/s320/104_0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400377312893182402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wind was crazy when we got to Delicate Arch! We bought bandannas for everyone and the wind blew Emily's right off her head.  It was a sad day but at least now there is a memory from our trip still in the Moab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jDOfJII/AAAAAAAAAGI/sFY-jrSQJhU/s1600-h/104_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jDOfJII/AAAAAAAAAGI/sFY-jrSQJhU/s320/104_0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400377306308879490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan wearing his Bandanna while roasting hot dogs over our sage brush fire. (We didn't think to bring firewood...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-id1rHJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IdAuGN_Q6bA/s1600-h/104_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-id1rHJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/IdAuGN_Q6bA/s320/104_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400377296272694418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cowboys bandits.  Curse that bunny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-4772922963936340524?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/4772922963936340524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/11/mitchell-off-to-rough-start-on-his-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4772922963936340524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/4772922963936340524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/11/mitchell-off-to-rough-start-on-his-go.html' title='Senior Trip 09'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvH-jrQcn9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/05CHj5g1jp0/s72-c/104_0937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3811192916121553633</id><published>2009-11-04T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:44:59.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Trip 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIvERxeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ScSG37Pu2G0/s1600-h/104_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIvERxeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ScSG37Pu2G0/s320/104_0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382351778891234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitch and Jordan at the music park. Mostly everyone but Ryan and Mitch just made noise but it was a joyous sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIS8EnLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fatSXBEDLQ8/s1600-h/104_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIS8EnLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fatSXBEDLQ8/s320/104_0940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382344228281522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan, Ryan, Emily, and Mitch's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIBFxutI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VuUZAvcikIQ/s1600-h/104_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIBFxutI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VuUZAvcikIQ/s320/104_0946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382339437148882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan and Mitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDHlsUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Wg2XobFMH38/s1600-h/104_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDHlsUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Wg2XobFMH38/s320/104_0939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382332082612082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to show that I really was there. Someone had to take the pictures. :) This is on the way down from Arches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDHcoXssI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o71zqEXpWRs/s1600-h/104_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDHcoXssI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o71zqEXpWRs/s320/104_0938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400382329650131650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitch and Ryan ran the whole way down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3811192916121553633?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3811192916121553633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/11/mitch-and-jordan-at-music-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3811192916121553633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3811192916121553633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/11/mitch-and-jordan-at-music-park.html' title='Senior Trip 09'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SvIDIvERxeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ScSG37Pu2G0/s72-c/104_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-1489034041286584282</id><published>2009-10-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:11:15.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first snow of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8E_sNTEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h45bDt1fLD0/s1600-h/104_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8E_sNTEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h45bDt1fLD0/s200/104_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397419103685004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view I woke up to this morning. This picture was taken at 9:00 a.m. Too early to be cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8EmLEqII/AAAAAAAAAFo/NOuMLIVB0ks/s1600-h/104_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8EmLEqII/AAAAAAAAAFo/NOuMLIVB0ks/s200/104_1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397419096835139714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this picture, taken at 1:30, the snow is coming down really hard. It stopped while I was in my classes for a little while but started back up with a vengeance right around the time I started my walk home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8EHBR43I/AAAAAAAAAFg/zCZMQ1TbEUE/s1600-h/104_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8EHBR43I/AAAAAAAAAFg/zCZMQ1TbEUE/s200/104_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397419088472564594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This here photo was taken at 4:30. I took all these pictures to show that I have a problem. I knew there would be snow in Logan; what i didn't know was the force and swiftness with which it would come. On my way to class a flake flew right in my eye. Logan snow is not fun. If I were to take another picture right now you would see that in these last few minutes it has doubled its forces. What ever will I do? Probably just go make some hot chocolate and wrap up in a blanket. Wish  me a happy hibernation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-1489034041286584282?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/1489034041286584282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-snow-of-year.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1489034041286584282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1489034041286584282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-snow-of-year.html' title='first snow of the year'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Sud8E_sNTEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/h45bDt1fLD0/s72-c/104_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-5629584448784193738</id><published>2009-10-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:55:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab!!! Woot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfWqgtZiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6OVzzUkUP30/s1600-h/104_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfWqgtZiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6OVzzUkUP30/s320/104_1347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106046423361058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my family - Cody, Robyn, Addi,  Oakley, and Parker + Emily :) We just decided to go to Moab, a favorite place of the family, for the weekend. We got some jeeps and hit the trails. If there is anything I love its jeeping. There is nothing better than bouncing around, and defying gravity in a jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfWfTbOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/47ucH9ba_-A/s1600-h/104_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfWfTbOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/47ucH9ba_-A/s320/104_1343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106043414854002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paige and Emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfV7XJiHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DB7v0-eal6E/s1600-h/104_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfV7XJiHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DB7v0-eal6E/s320/104_1336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106033766795378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfV2P033I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLfYf53xbCw/s1600-h/104_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfV2P033I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLfYf53xbCw/s320/104_1333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106032393903986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its hard to take a picture of how steep this cliff really is. In the jeep i could stand up and be perfectly vertical while going down this hill, if that helps in getting an idea of how this really is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfVmKF4bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DfAiAlEdlRQ/s1600-h/104_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfVmKF4bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/DfAiAlEdlRQ/s320/104_1329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397106028074885554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I brought my roommate Emily cuz I like her. I wish Jordan could have come as well but she gets so car sick that I didn't think a weekend of nothing but car rides would be much fun for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-5629584448784193738?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/5629584448784193738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/moab-woot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5629584448784193738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5629584448784193738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/moab-woot.html' title='Moab!!! Woot'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZfWqgtZiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6OVzzUkUP30/s72-c/104_1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-5166356208495053229</id><published>2009-10-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:09:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZif4mLDZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tVpD5oM2e3E/s1600-h/104_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZif4mLDZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tVpD5oM2e3E/s200/104_1418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397109503358078354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hells Revenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZifrayT9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55BunyhBxVQ/s1600-h/104_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZifrayT9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/55BunyhBxVQ/s200/104_1412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397109499820658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to shut the gate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZifvZ-5AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tpUzSWGQP_M/s1600-h/104_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZifvZ-5AI/AAAAAAAAAFI/tpUzSWGQP_M/s200/104_1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397109500891030530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daddy and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZifBn6bZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5L_hhdqu260/s1600-h/104_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZifBn6bZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5L_hhdqu260/s200/104_1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397109488601427346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brent, Whitney, Richard, Richy, Brinkley, Taylor, Nikki, Emily, Paige, Mckenzie, Angie, Fez. Sorry there is no real order. It mostly goes from left to right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZie5byglI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mBRrsGb9Htw/s1600-h/104_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZie5byglI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mBRrsGb9Htw/s200/104_1357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397109486403093074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-5166356208495053229?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/5166356208495053229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/hells-revenge-trying-to-shut-gate-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5166356208495053229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5166356208495053229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/hells-revenge-trying-to-shut-gate-my.html' title='more pictures'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SuZif4mLDZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tVpD5oM2e3E/s72-c/104_1418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-470112972584488555</id><published>2009-10-09T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:53:30.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-94Ape0cI/AAAAAAAAADo/YAjU28uCpbk/s1600-h/104_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-94Ape0cI/AAAAAAAAADo/YAjU28uCpbk/s320/104_1309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736048930083266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-93hvThzI/AAAAAAAAADg/5G84GDZRdUw/s1600-h/104_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-93hvThzI/AAAAAAAAADg/5G84GDZRdUw/s320/104_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736040633009970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love video games!!! Emily brought up her games from her house. It has been the worst thing for studying but the best thing for a time killer. We play Tetris a lot, Emily has an obsession with making boxes (which gets you more points). The other game we like to play is really random. It doesn't give instructions to each of the mini games so we usually just run around in circles. We really do have a good time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-93CnGozI/AAAAAAAAADY/9upHWuofcKA/s1600-h/104_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-93CnGozI/AAAAAAAAADY/9upHWuofcKA/s320/104_1314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736032277111602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-92qNMaqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yplFzAg7tDM/s1600-h/104_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-92qNMaqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yplFzAg7tDM/s320/104_1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736025725987490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-92JwfG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/KgizIBu8VZg/s1600-h/104_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-92JwfG8I/AAAAAAAAADI/KgizIBu8VZg/s320/104_1302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736017015643074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-470112972584488555?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/470112972584488555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/video-games.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/470112972584488555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/470112972584488555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/video-games.html' title='Video Games!!!!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-94Ape0cI/AAAAAAAAADo/YAjU28uCpbk/s72-c/104_1309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-6852205057355210938</id><published>2009-10-09T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:43:58.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Awesome Roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4wCccZNI/AAAAAAAAADA/vtDLjCeq5Wc/s1600-h/104_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4wCccZNI/AAAAAAAAADA/vtDLjCeq5Wc/s320/104_1290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730414415176914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4vnIrhoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5oPvHg59XxQ/s1600-h/104_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4vnIrhoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5oPvHg59XxQ/s320/104_0820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730407084525186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4vGkGSnI/AAAAAAAAACw/GbEWPjFMjUM/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4vGkGSnI/AAAAAAAAACw/GbEWPjFMjUM/s320/101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730398341155442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4uoRGCJI/AAAAAAAAACo/E60lQQq2IGA/s1600-h/104_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4uoRGCJI/AAAAAAAAACo/E60lQQq2IGA/s320/104_1305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730390208383122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4ucNaWaI/AAAAAAAAACg/dO-Zc_3t7SM/s1600-h/104_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4ucNaWaI/AAAAAAAAACg/dO-Zc_3t7SM/s320/104_1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730386971711906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my crazy awesome roommates. Emily, Rachael, Emily, and Talor from top to bottom. We usually have amazing random fun times. A little info about them: Emily, she is my best friend. She is great at most things and makes runny food and undercooked chicken without fail, but it always taste great. We like to have dance parties and play video games in our spare time. Rachael, she is going into Elementary Ed as well so we have that in common. she is a fun person to be around and brought our beloved television :) Emily, she is going into Engineering. She is always busy and usually not home. She likes to stay involved in everything and has many suitors haha. Talor, she is also very very busy. She is a real go-er. She is in the band so we don't see her much because they practice and preform like crazy. All in all I have some pretty great roommates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-6852205057355210938?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/6852205057355210938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-my-crazy-awesome-roommates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6852205057355210938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/6852205057355210938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-are-my-crazy-awesome-roommates.html' title='Crazy Awesome Roommates'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/Ss-4wCccZNI/AAAAAAAAADA/vtDLjCeq5Wc/s72-c/104_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-5221315239653783677</id><published>2009-10-05T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:56:21.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning the Sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUKpeJY0I/AAAAAAAAACY/QY8pzw8gjDI/s1600-h/104_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUKpeJY0I/AAAAAAAAACY/QY8pzw8gjDI/s320/104_1137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389212446009942850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUKJHUl0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dkua3Esbi5s/s1600-h/104_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUKJHUl0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Dkua3Esbi5s/s320/104_1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389212437324273474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUJAqDUMI/AAAAAAAAACI/ugK8nyUa6do/s1600-h/104_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUJAqDUMI/AAAAAAAAACI/ugK8nyUa6do/s320/104_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389212417874153666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUIcXgrPI/AAAAAAAAACA/hYOFbDIBPRg/s1600-h/104_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUIcXgrPI/AAAAAAAAACA/hYOFbDIBPRg/s320/104_1129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389212408132709618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are at Angie's cleaning the sink! Its a pretty exciting thing to do here in Logan. There was so much ice cream but we didn't even let that phase us....sort of. I will admit that I pushed most of my portion into Brandon's area. (but don't tell him that.) We had a good time and felt a little sick after doing it but it was well worth it for the bumper sticker we got! ( in the photos are Kaylen, Brandon, Emily, and me.) Just as a side note, the hand gesture Brandon is doing means I3 because we all made up signs for our apt. numbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-5221315239653783677?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/5221315239653783677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleaning-sink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5221315239653783677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/5221315239653783677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleaning-sink.html' title='Cleaning the Sink'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SspUKpeJY0I/AAAAAAAAACY/QY8pzw8gjDI/s72-c/104_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-1203059402504133786</id><published>2009-09-30T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:13:50.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily and Jordan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4SXLCmyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SuXQLcQ8LyA/s1600-h/104_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4SXLCmyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SuXQLcQ8LyA/s320/104_1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387492942351080226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4Rx3y91I/AAAAAAAAABw/-wRAVF0a2LU/s1600-h/104_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4Rx3y91I/AAAAAAAAABw/-wRAVF0a2LU/s320/104_1145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387492932338251602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4RWphblI/AAAAAAAAABo/EMAyYL40pmE/s1600-h/104_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4RWphblI/AAAAAAAAABo/EMAyYL40pmE/s320/104_0874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387492925030624850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my glorious friends, Emily and Jordan. We have good times. It is always a party when we get together....sort of, its always crazy when we get together anyway. Emily and  I went off to Utah State and Jordan stayed home. We miss her terribly! Sometimes I wonder what she does without us but she got a job, lucky girl, to occupy her time. Em and I are just livin' it up here in Logan. She is studying Nutrition and I am working on Elementary Ed. We sure study a lot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-1203059402504133786?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/1203059402504133786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/emily-and-jordan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1203059402504133786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1203059402504133786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/emily-and-jordan.html' title='Emily and Jordan!!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQ4SXLCmyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SuXQLcQ8LyA/s72-c/104_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3306412720921055391</id><published>2009-09-30T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:17:59.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIwHahTspI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cl_RPKPcnwk/s1600-h/104_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIwHahTspI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cl_RPKPcnwk/s320/104_1228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391424607852147346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIu8d0YCCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W_lFCBFmm_Y/s1600-h/104_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIu8d0YCCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W_lFCBFmm_Y/s320/104_1230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391423320247240738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIu7lIG2XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p-oY_dWhXbw/s1600-h/104_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIu7lIG2XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/p-oY_dWhXbw/s320/104_1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391423305029179762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIu7KFBjMI/AAAAAAAAADw/yRSJ7LaqiFw/s1600-h/104_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIu7KFBjMI/AAAAAAAAADw/yRSJ7LaqiFw/s320/104_1221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391423297768492226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQFLOR672I/AAAAAAAAABY/WDdQhXyC-Jw/s1600-h/104_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387436744611917666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQFLOR672I/AAAAAAAAABY/WDdQhXyC-Jw/s320/104_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sorry! I'm not sure how to turn the pictures the right way yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3306412720921055391?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3306412720921055391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3306412720921055391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3306412720921055391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='family pictures'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/StIwHahTspI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Cl_RPKPcnwk/s72-c/104_1228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-106105418344552984</id><published>2009-09-30T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:18:55.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQC1iCqGEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tp_LoBeJPB8/s1600-h/104_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387434172936230978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQC1iCqGEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tp_LoBeJPB8/s320/104_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQC1CbdZNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9WjoNE2wUcM/s1600-h/104_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387434164450321618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQC1CbdZNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9WjoNE2wUcM/s320/104_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love these pictures of my dad and I. They pretty much speak for themselves. He is a weird but funny guy. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-106105418344552984?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/106105418344552984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-love-these-pictures-of-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/106105418344552984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/106105418344552984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-love-these-pictures-of-my-dad.html' title='My dad'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsQC1iCqGEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/tp_LoBeJPB8/s72-c/104_1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3539078397564982771</id><published>2009-09-30T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:10:34.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother and niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP_2Wodc-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9XAnI760zts/s1600-h/104_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387430888518546402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP_2Wodc-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9XAnI760zts/s320/104_1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mother and my darling niece cheesing it up for the photo. My mother always says that she is always the one stuck behind the camera and no one ever takes her picture. Well mom, i think this is a great picture and you are in it. Addi was having a lot of fun posing for the camera. After every picture she would run over to me and give me a giant hug and say that it was a 'happy family day'. It was so so cute. I have yet to meet a single soul that has not been smitten by this little girl. She is truly heaven sent as is her new little sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3539078397564982771?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3539078397564982771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-mother-and-my-darling-niece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3539078397564982771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3539078397564982771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-my-mother-and-my-darling-niece.html' title='My mother and niece'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP_2Wodc-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9XAnI760zts/s72-c/104_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-8269306414783712857</id><published>2009-09-30T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:11:26.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My growing family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP98_pm6SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eDasbnYG3YU/s1600-h/104_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387428803585173794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP98_pm6SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eDasbnYG3YU/s320/104_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all my siblings and sibling-in-laws. All except Cody, our family really has a difficult time all being in the same place at the same time for a picture. My two dazzling nieces are also in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why we are all matching. Is it because we are all so close or is it because we were getting family pictures taken this day? If you answered family pictures you are correct. One of our family friends, that is killer at taking photos I might add for anyone out there looking for someone, was nice enough to be our photographer of the day. It was really fun to get everyone together. Our family just keeps getting bigger and more fun with each new addition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-8269306414783712857?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/8269306414783712857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-all-my-siblings-and-sibling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8269306414783712857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/8269306414783712857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-are-all-my-siblings-and-sibling-in.html' title='My growing family'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP98_pm6SI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eDasbnYG3YU/s72-c/104_1222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-1648617066708538644</id><published>2009-09-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:11:50.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP7vBGrjjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UOsdXmu1_Bg/s1600-h/104_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387426364434124338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP7vBGrjjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UOsdXmu1_Bg/s320/104_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP7vBGrjjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UOsdXmu1_Bg/s1600-h/104_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my beautiful sister and me. (Robyn was in the other car or else she would have also been in the picture.) We spend a lot of time taking snapshots of ourselves however, there is a catch. You have to make a face; no smiling allowed. I picked one of the...better looking photos. The rest are interesting to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-1648617066708538644?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/1648617066708538644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-are-my-beautiful-sister-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1648617066708538644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/1648617066708538644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-are-my-beautiful-sister-and-me.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuCrOSzjmCk/SsP7vBGrjjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/UOsdXmu1_Bg/s72-c/104_1195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6076923515579702731.post-3676009085449012821</id><published>2009-09-30T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:26:17.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom I started a blog!</title><content type='html'>hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I promised my mother that when I moved away I would start a blog. I never had any intentions of actually doing it but for some crazy reason I decided to do it. I'm not sure how often I will post or keep up on it but I will do my best. To be honest it is actually really exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6076923515579702731-3676009085449012821?l=blogofpaiges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/feeds/3676009085449012821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/mom-i-started-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3676009085449012821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6076923515579702731/posts/default/3676009085449012821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogofpaiges.blogspot.com/2009/09/mom-i-started-blog.html' title='Mom I started a blog!'/><author><name>paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06024170894785706387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
