tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33571421175438164072024-03-05T14:36:08.287-08:00Fresh Eyes In The Morning...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-54115107745452846052011-07-19T15:09:00.000-07:002011-07-19T15:20:00.031-07:00Canceled Class, A Pigeon in the Shower, and ANDREW GARFIELDThis has been the weirdest day of my life. <div><br /></div><div>First off, I may or may not have gone to bed crying last night about how upsetting my life has been lately. And on top of being depressed, I wasn't prepared for my 8am class thanks to AMDA's library sucking. So, I decided I was going to skip that class.<div>I lucked out times 10. Class was canceled!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, I wake up at noon-ish to go to my second class and I'm in the shower, sitting down to shave, and all of a sudden I hear a loud noise and feel a strong breeze above my head. I look up, and there is a pigeon not two inches from my head. THERE'S A PIGEON IN MY SHOWER!!!!</div><div>After the ten seconds it takes me to realize what's just happened, I start hyperventilating and run out of the shower to inform my roommate. At this point I can't really form sentences because I'm so freaked out, so it come out as "There's a ... there's... it's .... what?... PIGEON!!!... SHOWER!!!! PIGEON IN THE SHOWER!!!! How... what?... Oh my God!!!!"</div><div>After about five minutes, I've managed to collect myself and find the courage to resume my shower.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I go to class and it's nice. We finished watching West Side Story. So I'm heading back to my dorm and I feel the need to go get a cup of Chai at the coffee shop down the street. So I part from the friends I'm walking with and head to the beautiful land of yummy Chai. </div><div>I walk in, and sitting at the very first table with two friends is Andrew Garfield. You know, the guy from The Social Network and THE NEW SPIDER MAN!!!! </div><div>So, I compose myself. He's just a person and he's here with friends. Don't freak out. So I turn around after getting my chai and he's definitely checking me out. Like, looking me up and down, but in a dorky adorable way. </div><div>Can I just say that ...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>THIS GUY IS ON MY COMPUTER WALLPAPER!!!!!</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Today has been the craziest day ever.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-88974501918658410752011-05-14T22:54:00.000-07:002011-05-14T22:58:49.621-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 30<div style="text-align: center;">Day 30: Someone you miss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-77zCZYkRL2tHaYWH1u1xRZ9jYyc6E2mE_2Ul1v5c4QFq3BFSVQPb5Vm4ApfpOH9abZoq8t3sdmvBF3xm977atFLUrqeCpAPh3q4MKE00_g-c_9ltUeoLhSybMxCeQODITRSLV0ANhXE/s1600/066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-77zCZYkRL2tHaYWH1u1xRZ9jYyc6E2mE_2Ul1v5c4QFq3BFSVQPb5Vm4ApfpOH9abZoq8t3sdmvBF3xm977atFLUrqeCpAPh3q4MKE00_g-c_9ltUeoLhSybMxCeQODITRSLV0ANhXE/s320/066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606818105795340962" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My best friend. Sarah Elizabeth Alvarez.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-83421425054395937652011-05-04T23:39:00.000-07:002011-05-04T23:50:40.799-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 29<div style="text-align: center;">Day 29: A picture that can always make you smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are two.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhvr3Esvv6wzz617us6dmWa67RKdXhFCI9VfJ3xzeoLOQioHhvXH-rfTj3Qdnh6oLav_plnfKfziZdS3wHmFEeHTZ1N7wfufQnagdu1XFCWSkkqRmaadm_l3Q3MyM2GMTxcCZcm2kVN0/s1600/206740_939048417459_17815862_42684939_2669385_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhvr3Esvv6wzz617us6dmWa67RKdXhFCI9VfJ3xzeoLOQioHhvXH-rfTj3Qdnh6oLav_plnfKfziZdS3wHmFEeHTZ1N7wfufQnagdu1XFCWSkkqRmaadm_l3Q3MyM2GMTxcCZcm2kVN0/s320/206740_939048417459_17815862_42684939_2669385_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603119886710621922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My beautiful niece.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_CRw6UnZJOX6nuItVzFofFi5oUnqkRHs_RMU_9bh2Gc_LwIRodO-NqfJRmxNtTXe-OLspcRPhltmMbCV80RXhpr7Gocm1chh4Amj3Oer3HwqYR4F8cGtOX65RLyD-MrE2AjyIBy8GUA/s1600/Photo+Scan_0003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_CRw6UnZJOX6nuItVzFofFi5oUnqkRHs_RMU_9bh2Gc_LwIRodO-NqfJRmxNtTXe-OLspcRPhltmMbCV80RXhpr7Gocm1chh4Amj3Oer3HwqYR4F8cGtOX65RLyD-MrE2AjyIBy8GUA/s320/Photo+Scan_0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603119428649060274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My brothers and I.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-3254409676248011542011-05-03T18:50:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:55:52.654-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 28<div style="text-align: center;">Day 28: Something you're afraid of.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2qrA5qwYVjMpIJk5ZXvbA_5o7SEYIQVqG-Gu4JjToGocbxaEjN8hIUYD5oKogxYAiv8nhXFVuof46kMHExtS8Tx2Ew-fcaGwqJUYVE_XNkCWXQMGYrQelV7WS-q2z58kSw9xq8sooV8/s1600/Andrew+Garfield.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2qrA5qwYVjMpIJk5ZXvbA_5o7SEYIQVqG-Gu4JjToGocbxaEjN8hIUYD5oKogxYAiv8nhXFVuof46kMHExtS8Tx2Ew-fcaGwqJUYVE_XNkCWXQMGYrQelV7WS-q2z58kSw9xq8sooV8/s320/Andrew+Garfield.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602673125753374962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The main thing I'm afraid of is snakes, but just seeing pictures of them gives me the heebie jeebies. So instead here is a picture of a gorgeous man, Mr. Andrew Garfield. And the great thing is that it fits in this category because I am afraid of attractive men. I love them, but I'm terrified of them.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-61583157058710959752011-04-30T19:48:00.000-07:002011-04-30T20:00:45.526-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 27<div style="text-align: center;">Day 27: A picture of you and a family member.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYwpUYOFWfoS9TT5LTAFhsYVM1tpULFJ9Oglv6mq8V6dBFAU2S5JnFFz7KQJFU-cW71thoWY7tqtIRjFqtrzjTcWCYvLsgpmnAJRwBv9q-dkvXvy84hmYscyu4fL3227Z6OSPbd_TFps/s1600/142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYwpUYOFWfoS9TT5LTAFhsYVM1tpULFJ9Oglv6mq8V6dBFAU2S5JnFFz7KQJFU-cW71thoWY7tqtIRjFqtrzjTcWCYvLsgpmnAJRwBv9q-dkvXvy84hmYscyu4fL3227Z6OSPbd_TFps/s320/142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601576927699302274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Me and my Granny. I love her more than words can say. She is a super hero.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-54084435149204119212011-04-25T23:11:00.001-07:002011-04-25T23:19:13.170-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 26<div style="text-align: center;">Day 26: Something that means a lot to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXa2jr91i8zVB55m7KwQPHirj_rR0P12bDWvHCgJGxEAAb7-9sMJClbVwA_K0A8PLk8j3MYWKBg7b7_EDCxDpUN4iZbO_2yz8IVPKcXmJ-ZA309MdJdnb4Edi1OgQIwmokREJcAGnfm8/s1600/jesus-christ-0202.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXa2jr91i8zVB55m7KwQPHirj_rR0P12bDWvHCgJGxEAAb7-9sMJClbVwA_K0A8PLk8j3MYWKBg7b7_EDCxDpUN4iZbO_2yz8IVPKcXmJ-ZA309MdJdnb4Edi1OgQIwmokREJcAGnfm8/s320/jesus-christ-0202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599771143890949250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My faith and religion. Nothing means more that knowing that I have a Father in Heaven who I can go to at anytime, whether it's just to talk or if I need something, and he will be there to listen. He sent his song, Jesus Christ, to earth to suffer and die for us on the cross, because he loved us so very much that he wanted to make sure we could be forgiven of our sins, be purified, and live with him again. I know that through him, I can be with my family for all eternity. I know that through the gospel of Jesus Christ that anything is possible. I'm thankful for the knowledge that we have a living prophet, Thomas S. Monson, on this earth who recieves direct revelation from God and leads and guides us. I'm thankful that I can have personal revelation through my personal relationship with my Father in Heaven. I know that it is the only way for me to truly be happy. I can't even begin to say how much I have been blessed. I know for a fact, that if it weren't for my faith, that I would not be here on this earth. I love being a "Mormon". Sometimes it's really hard, but in the end, it's always worth it. I love this gospel with all my heart and all that it stands for. It means the world to me.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-4553855775022803502011-04-22T20:10:00.000-07:002011-04-22T20:14:06.729-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 25<div style="text-align: center;">Day 25: A Picture of Your Day</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEHaXax72IlGwT9czsQUCItsazT_tVu0L57njM3XK0RTuBMXvumnNeuPWwuK-9GgVnFbVA7-YX3wgQiinVF4CTfhV6koAJnFPu9g3EPGzCiyaqr9Oa6cGaygE2SjRrwYg-u-PyVhVv3s/s1600/208729_205665586120267_100000304804422_667042_1519766_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVEHaXax72IlGwT9czsQUCItsazT_tVu0L57njM3XK0RTuBMXvumnNeuPWwuK-9GgVnFbVA7-YX3wgQiinVF4CTfhV6koAJnFPu9g3EPGzCiyaqr9Oa6cGaygE2SjRrwYg-u-PyVhVv3s/s320/208729_205665586120267_100000304804422_667042_1519766_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598611713730648146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today we performed "The Wells Fargo Wagon" from The Music Man in my musical theater class. I was a 15 year old girl from 1912, thus, the bow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-24284017483593336702011-04-21T17:36:00.000-07:002011-04-21T17:56:17.934-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 24<div style="text-align: center;">Day 24: Something you wish you can change.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx22-3jnaA-QBszK3uaF9uWQqjJZHrf7rgawkb0pMA5rTnqqm_D_rD-5p1dBOscJL02SnO4VYCL6HvKrdgqyKHYpACY8G7gx85e29115fezxJihLEQki-ARAcGHe3eJZ8Mc8O9eJFjLjI/s1600/16878456.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx22-3jnaA-QBszK3uaF9uWQqjJZHrf7rgawkb0pMA5rTnqqm_D_rD-5p1dBOscJL02SnO4VYCL6HvKrdgqyKHYpACY8G7gx85e29115fezxJihLEQki-ARAcGHe3eJZ8Mc8O9eJFjLjI/s320/16878456.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598201818868968578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I wish I could fix the Clean Water Crisis. It breaks my heart the amount of people that have to drink water that looks like this and what it does to their bodies, when all we have to do in America, is turn on a faucet and we have drinkable water.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-77039561300850431972011-04-20T17:30:00.000-07:002011-04-20T17:40:27.583-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 23<div style="text-align: center;">Day 23: Your favorite book</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have two.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2MNCI4k3B6pUMfb12rtKS4EIDnxYENlXCvMfnOq8iHlXrvA7fjlAkUCY4p5jyTvPs4BMRopkpCH9G7crjLlXFNIUyOf6yNxCPeJa8O0BzFJ2L2wJ0TErWel4ZbezVWNIhw95awo88HU/s1600/Perks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2MNCI4k3B6pUMfb12rtKS4EIDnxYENlXCvMfnOq8iHlXrvA7fjlAkUCY4p5jyTvPs4BMRopkpCH9G7crjLlXFNIUyOf6yNxCPeJa8O0BzFJ2L2wJ0TErWel4ZbezVWNIhw95awo88HU/s320/Perks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597829041639647682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This book changed my life and continues to change it every time I read it. I know it's such a stereotypical indie/hipster kid book, but I don't care.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLDpbV9ZeHDhMqAaIieeia8N5Cb14rRgcfEONXgAtAQbxQwvg1NrBtg6BWKhSEiuzi4a35Az0nfz5-U9bp4PW64bSTYaO-Lfd8f5yxruG1Q-GLhRJ9OzoppU8frhbXu-ZPdGRcvvobPk/s1600/ohtheplacesyoullgo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLDpbV9ZeHDhMqAaIieeia8N5Cb14rRgcfEONXgAtAQbxQwvg1NrBtg6BWKhSEiuzi4a35Az0nfz5-U9bp4PW64bSTYaO-Lfd8f5yxruG1Q-GLhRJ9OzoppU8frhbXu-ZPdGRcvvobPk/s1600/ohtheplacesyoullgo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLDpbV9ZeHDhMqAaIieeia8N5Cb14rRgcfEONXgAtAQbxQwvg1NrBtg6BWKhSEiuzi4a35Az0nfz5-U9bp4PW64bSTYaO-Lfd8f5yxruG1Q-GLhRJ9OzoppU8frhbXu-ZPdGRcvvobPk/s320/ohtheplacesyoullgo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597829034745522834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is the most inspiring book ever created. My theater teacher in high school read it to us at theater banquet and it hit me how much this isn't just a children's book. Now every time I babysit, I try and read this at bedtime and I always end up crying. For my 19th birthday when I was leaving for college, my best friend gave me this book. Then a couple months later, school and friends were really getting to me, so I decided to read this book. As I opened the book, letter fell out of the book. It was from my best friend telling me how much she loves me and how I've changed her life for the better. I have never felt more special than in that moment. I just love this book so much.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-27553369047302991812011-04-19T23:07:00.000-07:002011-04-19T23:18:01.875-07:003's and 7'sSo... they say death happens in 3's and 7's. So, I hope this is the end. <div>In October, my beautiful, sweet, amazing dog, Hanna, died of cancer.</div><div>In January, my loving, soft, sweet, and amazing cat, Miss Cleo, died of cancer.</div><div>Last week, my strong, hardheaded, gentle, inspiring, amazing grandfather, Billy Jack, died.</div><div>Last week, my roommate's 2nd cousins on her mom's side and on her dad's side both died.</div><div>Today, a teacher at my school, whom I wasn't personally acquainted with, except for having the door opened by him and the occasional smile, but who meant a great deal to a lot of my friends, died of lung cancer.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's 3 in my family 7 from people in my close circle.</div><div>My granny, who means the world to me, was just diagnosed with cancer last week. </div><div>I know that with death comes a relief from pain and a reunion with our father in Heaven and that it isn't really a bad thing, but I pray to God that the cycle has stopped. I pray to God...</div><div><br /></div><div>I dedicate this blog to all of those who have recently passed with love and admiration for the lives they lived.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-38905752555655234342011-04-17T15:12:00.000-07:002011-04-17T15:22:36.061-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 22<div style="text-align: center;">Day 22: Something you wish you were better at.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was really hard. I feel like, as I woman in the culture we live in, were always told that we're not good enough. Therefore, even as the strong woman I believe myself to be, there are so many things I wish I were better at. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But, I managed to narrow it down to two.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxxI_dC7qVx_t1EP0SWMSTLcjmT0MW-EvFaUHdJV51xqpVP2C-H-2BmI6bCaX35nj2kB6v_PZ-5dxgE3hewJ-rX5q97ZqJBnctsQar4OpLsP2ByhgkhB9HHs1RwAROkkiFYGxCN65g1g/s1600/october_2007_sister-missionary.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxxI_dC7qVx_t1EP0SWMSTLcjmT0MW-EvFaUHdJV51xqpVP2C-H-2BmI6bCaX35nj2kB6v_PZ-5dxgE3hewJ-rX5q97ZqJBnctsQar4OpLsP2ByhgkhB9HHs1RwAROkkiFYGxCN65g1g/s320/october_2007_sister-missionary.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596680511437839298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I wish I were a better missionary. I tend to feel like I'm always lacking here. I guess it's just so hard to share something that is so special to you when their is a chance the person you're sharing with will ridicule it.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNH7E1Vqd02k3RMQILMFXEdjwkNPDVcI85lAayhOO6t6_92lEsBgxyT_cbpAfR0AF65VTjGjRlv2_Mi54ppYttsyps2CN9nebTJx0zpivTRd2paqKOqU4QGpTBWqj5J5ytbuBGxBc3L3U/s1600/278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNH7E1Vqd02k3RMQILMFXEdjwkNPDVcI85lAayhOO6t6_92lEsBgxyT_cbpAfR0AF65VTjGjRlv2_Mi54ppYttsyps2CN9nebTJx0zpivTRd2paqKOqU4QGpTBWqj5J5ytbuBGxBc3L3U/s320/278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596680506110415618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And of course, singing. It seems like I never feel like I'm quite up to par in the presence of my fellow singers. I know I have a gift, but I wish that gift were stronger.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-90627867583167454402011-04-12T18:30:00.000-07:002011-04-12T18:34:31.966-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 21<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Day 21: Something You Wish You Could Forget</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmgegygXKiBI65T9jZ3-cqpiXsy82319FneWqtDozyawwsz9U66ZyMsdD2KAeD68MoKpxb2f5jf1HX9cJ3JhV721NfnCruAfQjNya6dCYEREbsvygbfZGX3SYTy3H_ebP4HPrquCBEBc/s1600/fertility_conception.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmgegygXKiBI65T9jZ3-cqpiXsy82319FneWqtDozyawwsz9U66ZyMsdD2KAeD68MoKpxb2f5jf1HX9cJ3JhV721NfnCruAfQjNya6dCYEREbsvygbfZGX3SYTy3H_ebP4HPrquCBEBc/s320/fertility_conception.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594875089575532850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My brother told me when and where my niece was conceived... </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-89348640354113758142011-04-08T12:17:00.000-07:002011-04-08T12:21:02.699-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 20<div style="text-align: center;">Day 20: Somewhere you want to travel</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2McqGBxpRseCTnhTU3pHxUQhJvgqpWQTt4ZOyRTrWIEIcbAm-a78Qf1feEUY2iZDRFjDiGVzPhXTGLGsoXzoROUAqOSDl1BVFP6XA21mJdk88YSueQuMGc0yeB9wmGueHpIUMymRoA6k/s1600/Allihies%252C-County-Cork%252C-Ireland.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2McqGBxpRseCTnhTU3pHxUQhJvgqpWQTt4ZOyRTrWIEIcbAm-a78Qf1feEUY2iZDRFjDiGVzPhXTGLGsoXzoROUAqOSDl1BVFP6XA21mJdk88YSueQuMGc0yeB9wmGueHpIUMymRoA6k/s320/Allihies%252C-County-Cork%252C-Ireland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593294582598905890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">County Cork- Ireland. This is where my great grandfather set sail for America over 100 years ago.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-9300815234744802022011-04-05T22:39:00.000-07:002011-04-08T12:21:42.083-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 19<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4RLjBqMxKjNgtdPOjFM4BZ4CQC-4Fw3h2Y2SILqEWxBjwKrWeDdYVfzsq1rjwa9-76NtKpgjYG7FH52WM5F5pJSbwzsi9j2jFjxh-OPSJQ2-EUNapq6rz4WpEI_ZJnCTjpGF_qm6LZA/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-4RLjBqMxKjNgtdPOjFM4BZ4CQC-4Fw3h2Y2SILqEWxBjwKrWeDdYVfzsq1rjwa9-76NtKpgjYG7FH52WM5F5pJSbwzsi9j2jFjxh-OPSJQ2-EUNapq6rz4WpEI_ZJnCTjpGF_qm6LZA/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592341574976720162" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Day 19: A Picture and a Letter</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dear Meredith,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Here you are, on your first day of school, about to depart on your life long journey. As you begin your life, I want you to know that life is beautiful. It is going to suck... a lot, but you are strong, and you will get through it. Know that you always have your family and your Heavenly Father to lean on. They will always be there for you no matter what. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Also, be confident in yourself. I know you're insecure about your hair and your freckles, but they are what make you unique. You are beautiful and should embrace it. While people might make fun of it for you now, someday it will be what attracts people to you. Little kids are stupid and don't know what real beauty is. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Most of all, never give up on your dreams. The Lord has blessed you with so many talents and you should share them. Don't be scared and don't let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough. You are amazing. You are talented. You are beautiful. Never let anyone tell you any different. Stand up for yourself. And love yourself and everyone around you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Yourself age 20</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-39918790403033571692011-04-01T16:32:00.000-07:002011-04-01T16:44:55.795-07:00Keep Your Clothes On!Here's the deal...<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I HATE hot weather! Like, with a passion. It just goes against everything in my nature. First off, I'm obviously a ginger. Why is that relevant? Because it means that I am pale. Not normal person pale, but I'm-outside-for-ten-seconds-and-I-get-a-sunburn/ skin cancer/ ugly freckles kind of pale. And hot weather means a lot of sun, which means a miserable Meredith. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Second comes the modesty issue. I like to keep covered. That is also in my blood. I'm a good little Mormon girl. We don't do bikini's, mini skirts, short short, and tank tops. My body is a temple, so I treat it as such. But it's freaking hard to do that in hot weather!</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And third.... duh duh duh.... the body issue. I'm a girl, so naturally I am body conscious. That's why I like winter. In the winter, it doesn't matter how fat you think you are, cause every body looks fatter than normal. We all pile on bulky sweaters and scarves and maybe a couple pounds of blubber too. And it's acceptable because we are trying to keep warm. But in the summer, everything comes off. So, I see the stupid LA skinny bitches (pardon my French) walking around wearing barely any clothes, and first off, I'm like "what whores!", then I get jealous that I don't have the body to wear those clothes even if I wanted to, and then I get jealous of how warm I am compared to them.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>In conclusion, hot weather sucks! I think I need to move to Alaska or Canada or something. ASAP. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-74572220110895843922011-03-23T20:07:00.000-07:002011-03-23T20:20:59.633-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 18<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Day 18: Your biggest insecurity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAefGl5Srbj6PidPZsUEjEW4N79mEo4r2NEIsUKIM75_MTZ4WZujKbVDLHuygwTaPLMrUA99i9AamC2zzJ5qWmmPsgBJVR0ugPw2G7Wd5S3yTuNVjJ3wEZm5-E65ZDDjq11uw9N-rbCc/s1600/odd+one+out.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAefGl5Srbj6PidPZsUEjEW4N79mEo4r2NEIsUKIM75_MTZ4WZujKbVDLHuygwTaPLMrUA99i9AamC2zzJ5qWmmPsgBJVR0ugPw2G7Wd5S3yTuNVjJ3wEZm5-E65ZDDjq11uw9N-rbCc/s320/odd+one+out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587480394005239522" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This one was really hard? How can I put an insecurity into a picture? What is my biggest insecurity? Do I even want to admit my insecurity to myself?</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the end, I decide it would be being left out. I'm always insecure that I'm purposefully being left out because I'm not good enough.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So what's more fitting than Robin with a bunch of Batmen?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-14878510920692774922011-03-22T22:18:00.000-07:002011-03-23T20:21:27.889-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 17<div style="text-align: center;">Day 17: Something that's made a huge impact on your life recently.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPjsL2Dlaf3giQJf73OjeyF_z5fsNxJvuyi2vrhZXbYdpPqCFH2EIdoNgCEItrkJ82S0gHa8YOHfg5oXOBg6zIUoJuhjTxul2jSRmc9lwXviGhqwK9VAdOZKjr9DCfi1cnKY6HgUwk5c/s1600/IMG_0021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPjsL2Dlaf3giQJf73OjeyF_z5fsNxJvuyi2vrhZXbYdpPqCFH2EIdoNgCEItrkJ82S0gHa8YOHfg5oXOBg6zIUoJuhjTxul2jSRmc9lwXviGhqwK9VAdOZKjr9DCfi1cnKY6HgUwk5c/s320/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587142058142371538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDZ4hyphenhyphenj5h2fav0itnlhnKQRwxbX0IdeE5YQLpwKp2DaMKf7ZzMFfdQ7TWkgOyZnkXKWpqDG-eI_-tf-Rt4IRXDLIB4SEzrjBzHQeRJAxYwbQa3bxEwocaF2dwA0hw11ZTs2jBN3TDWL8/s1600/Prom+Seth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDZ4hyphenhyphenj5h2fav0itnlhnKQRwxbX0IdeE5YQLpwKp2DaMKf7ZzMFfdQ7TWkgOyZnkXKWpqDG-eI_-tf-Rt4IRXDLIB4SEzrjBzHQeRJAxYwbQa3bxEwocaF2dwA0hw11ZTs2jBN3TDWL8/s320/Prom+Seth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587142054037709314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My brother was recently in a really bad car accident that should have claimed his life. Thank God he's okay, but nothing effects you quite like thinking you've lost someone you love.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-52358711871168882512011-03-19T13:11:00.000-07:002011-03-19T13:27:39.017-07:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 16<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Day 16: Someone Who Inspires Me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have never had a teacher support and encourage me so much in my art and in my life as these two people. I love them so very much and I'm so thankful I had the experience of working with them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRyVoIib1nt96y3WvQe_bSSmq7DmNamcES7bLZIaW_qX7jG_4Jmy70J4YYIl6B-E3oXSIiU0A4E-regECAgTpKq4JlB3bVv7m9Db-ibY5ciCfspW7qD0Fp31xlhAHy0ZjS9MHntoFWTc/s1600/73867_10150335671520486_649450485_16073232_2223054_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRyVoIib1nt96y3WvQe_bSSmq7DmNamcES7bLZIaW_qX7jG_4Jmy70J4YYIl6B-E3oXSIiU0A4E-regECAgTpKq4JlB3bVv7m9Db-ibY5ciCfspW7qD0Fp31xlhAHy0ZjS9MHntoFWTc/s320/73867_10150335671520486_649450485_16073232_2223054_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585889749136590722" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Anthony Barrow</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AND</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyxbk5MKaqYGZ-VDJKj9bWA3tCi47tz6m6Yaqj9wPNQwJeFp6diU3gCJ1SxmNWar4-esMeaTx2dSf6Bb_SP7IpCtvsv6CnuoHZxton-MvLJStqnnyJoEV__ZEyrInGuPRabVlgnY049s/s1600/harrysfriendlyserviceprod200.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCyxbk5MKaqYGZ-VDJKj9bWA3tCi47tz6m6Yaqj9wPNQwJeFp6diU3gCJ1SxmNWar4-esMeaTx2dSf6Bb_SP7IpCtvsv6CnuoHZxton-MvLJStqnnyJoEV__ZEyrInGuPRabVlgnY049s/s320/harrysfriendlyserviceprod200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585888175080892850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">THE </div><div style="text-align: center;">Brooks Almy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-61115459337712251152011-03-12T20:36:00.000-08:002011-03-12T20:48:59.970-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 15<div style="text-align: center;">Day 15: Something you want to do before you die.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are my top three.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_ygXA7YzZ3qgRa0sUfGg88DER4pg5x9-_XVQ5sccknNsfVYrmlVfY3Uod8NfUb4iuJ5-HFru4Ott2ihkJDO7ziA1SZqLX5gB_qpXIKIE483nDPWRbvmb-_VW5lna1QX5ZQCRzpR0N8o/s1600/stevens-family-c1909.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_ygXA7YzZ3qgRa0sUfGg88DER4pg5x9-_XVQ5sccknNsfVYrmlVfY3Uod8NfUb4iuJ5-HFru4Ott2ihkJDO7ziA1SZqLX5gB_qpXIKIE483nDPWRbvmb-_VW5lna1QX5ZQCRzpR0N8o/s320/stevens-family-c1909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583421547262705170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Have a family.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpfOO48TQwP6vynQBYfbE7PWyftNK_57JNWATAnV4w_a_P5NFHMBf6kTnqlTH7CVRXYso33je0xDvMwg92o2nq85n8MhwuifFZPtAsOzP_gdOF-4hrbm9k6U9JdLD949S_Z_Su_xGGrA/s1600/NY-Broadway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpfOO48TQwP6vynQBYfbE7PWyftNK_57JNWATAnV4w_a_P5NFHMBf6kTnqlTH7CVRXYso33je0xDvMwg92o2nq85n8MhwuifFZPtAsOzP_gdOF-4hrbm9k6U9JdLD949S_Z_Su_xGGrA/s320/NY-Broadway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583421541761230258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Be on Broadway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7cbQxdZfKhn7tMh_x7ej0wvkkPgRkZsRrklr7KhIgAc4izT0w81nWiKf2aD71ay4srzR7Z-yWLIfDF1hR2hOhj2tAqsZrO3xSdbIdVU_E6kzURsPp-wA0vddDJJ_spKtrXTEx-reJyk/s1600/Ariel---Flounder-the-little-mermaid-223085_1280_1024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7cbQxdZfKhn7tMh_x7ej0wvkkPgRkZsRrklr7KhIgAc4izT0w81nWiKf2aD71ay4srzR7Z-yWLIfDF1hR2hOhj2tAqsZrO3xSdbIdVU_E6kzURsPp-wA0vddDJJ_spKtrXTEx-reJyk/s320/Ariel---Flounder-the-little-mermaid-223085_1280_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583421537293140306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Be Ariel in some form.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-59389921690529054702011-03-12T00:31:00.000-08:002011-03-12T00:36:09.916-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 14<div style="text-align: center;">Day 14: Someone you can't imagine your life without.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGUfITpwvj1Q_Z2iEOW8xFJTJXORK0ZNHuI3qXcIDmedlJ7e5TON7nG83mgzlQGZmhyO_G3qbRdOE8GbiDy6Aneq89oA675ES0Kx4aTTGz6Ti1uAF5ru4QaOa__PgdMcQmx52kunz9Tk/s1600/Photo+Scan_0016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGUfITpwvj1Q_Z2iEOW8xFJTJXORK0ZNHuI3qXcIDmedlJ7e5TON7nG83mgzlQGZmhyO_G3qbRdOE8GbiDy6Aneq89oA675ES0Kx4aTTGz6Ti1uAF5ru4QaOa__PgdMcQmx52kunz9Tk/s320/Photo+Scan_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583108973547557042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My mom. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-53991503834028509032011-03-09T20:37:00.000-08:002011-03-09T20:40:44.589-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 13<div style="text-align: center;">Day 13: My favorite band.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBGlk-1WqXVvwM_0xC3rvghvCncQjndwBLu6goTfynPq3FXPrUivBhJcW1vNOWUWB_kaBtUHIn12h1_sr5yG7NBBTR-81hb-vGdM61TsNEMvqTOqrp5UP6OALDAEb3c2LUmq7RTCHCeE/s1600/music184.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBGlk-1WqXVvwM_0xC3rvghvCncQjndwBLu6goTfynPq3FXPrUivBhJcW1vNOWUWB_kaBtUHIn12h1_sr5yG7NBBTR-81hb-vGdM61TsNEMvqTOqrp5UP6OALDAEb3c2LUmq7RTCHCeE/s320/music184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582306446963005698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Foo Fighters.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-34948287621473224862011-03-08T12:47:00.000-08:002011-03-08T12:49:29.863-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 12<div style="text-align: center;">Day 12: Something I love.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyxNwHYg2EfdCH968n4aNkGRh2NlNhC7vaVrndNeUQS2zRPsS0rboVOATAJ1PRMUID_TWJIUUSxYkbG5Va68WlVGa6D0b3eWoZdYWReKu58zNCTyXzQT0XTLs_aPi6eo-MapmBvxjBKo/s1600/180736_829925785089_17815862_42354910_1554705_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyxNwHYg2EfdCH968n4aNkGRh2NlNhC7vaVrndNeUQS2zRPsS0rboVOATAJ1PRMUID_TWJIUUSxYkbG5Va68WlVGa6D0b3eWoZdYWReKu58zNCTyXzQT0XTLs_aPi6eo-MapmBvxjBKo/s320/180736_829925785089_17815862_42354910_1554705_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581813795370276018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My beautiful niece, Evangeline.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(That face is definitely related to me.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-82613195749448864492011-03-07T23:06:00.000-08:002011-03-07T23:15:33.490-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 11<div style="text-align: center;">Day 11: Something you hate.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfe6hlaufBZoOnRsgEzy6HDrevb3LWDhOS9yKCSR2FbIE7p__QeUgn-4VgroukNv7crTqLbiQCE63uP-xj4C37ora0BEuTrIsWY-43jxTnVWQcLqfu8dtSpvOujuKIR_1vFgXRlYUDQSM/s1600/turkey-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfe6hlaufBZoOnRsgEzy6HDrevb3LWDhOS9yKCSR2FbIE7p__QeUgn-4VgroukNv7crTqLbiQCE63uP-xj4C37ora0BEuTrIsWY-43jxTnVWQcLqfu8dtSpvOujuKIR_1vFgXRlYUDQSM/s320/turkey-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581602108397003522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I hate turkeys with a fiery passion. I was once chased by a flock of them. It was probably the most legitimately frightening moment of my entire life. I saw my whole life, all 10 year, flash before my eyes. Never, even if I became a vegetarian, would I ever have remorse for eating these creatures. I mean, have you looked into their eyes? It's like staring into the beady black abyss of death. These animals are Satan's minions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So yeah, I don't like turkeys.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-3862896545131277402011-03-06T22:26:00.000-08:002011-03-06T22:35:53.758-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 10<div style="text-align: center;">Day 10: A picture of you and the person you do the most messed up things with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a tie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBDa1cocVv3XA7HY5p0N6b8j-EHVBqu_gtTBpl5FN6gkS_7j-nYMT-K1oEJYW8WeLLDqdVwD0E5Dc1TZOQ8EhyphenhyphenJWLikFiqk0sosKcGf0O1PLfeUh91rDObJWt48A2gTEnkecOpt2hcVg/s1600/165635_10150393305670463_828240462_17188702_5924404_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBDa1cocVv3XA7HY5p0N6b8j-EHVBqu_gtTBpl5FN6gkS_7j-nYMT-K1oEJYW8WeLLDqdVwD0E5Dc1TZOQ8EhyphenhyphenJWLikFiqk0sosKcGf0O1PLfeUh91rDObJWt48A2gTEnkecOpt2hcVg/s320/165635_10150393305670463_828240462_17188702_5924404_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581222284438142258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Miss Hanna Rose Ohia Burke</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AND</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMIeeofg3yacWAHkQ0syDdUBhcPRVWjaWku80-FJwYk6lzvIDhWhNtElvhgNzNYp84NopKGWIWjrgU8F0X8zK_Bj-Es0hAqqlMwH98vEexiwUZVAE417Ny_bLO3wJmpN2O7q-HGqVcTQ/s1600/26798_10150168665670623_646860622_11803330_3549623_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhMIeeofg3yacWAHkQ0syDdUBhcPRVWjaWku80-FJwYk6lzvIDhWhNtElvhgNzNYp84NopKGWIWjrgU8F0X8zK_Bj-Es0hAqqlMwH98vEexiwUZVAE417Ny_bLO3wJmpN2O7q-HGqVcTQ/s320/26798_10150168665670623_646860622_11803330_3549623_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581222281835827586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Miss Jade Anna Rosenberg</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Awesome.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357142117543816407.post-69666992158796747202011-03-05T01:31:00.000-08:002011-03-05T01:43:10.304-08:0030 Day Photo Challenge: Day 9<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Day 9 Challenge: A picture of the person who's helped you through the most. I couldn't decide which one to put up (can you see a pattern of indecisiveness here?) so I here are my top two.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_E_Me6x391FzRTlKTIC7rivzScuz5Nswt6aJsPPHHkCeNsNrR7FS-Xf-8JnCXdTp_HGD56WuTQdSjI4RbE74qfURvtBr1VliRi_iAAS3wTu2fIdfDLcm8ES4hyphenhyphenRhV3kfxOlHTHy7ADXE/s1600/Mommy+prom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_E_Me6x391FzRTlKTIC7rivzScuz5Nswt6aJsPPHHkCeNsNrR7FS-Xf-8JnCXdTp_HGD56WuTQdSjI4RbE74qfURvtBr1VliRi_iAAS3wTu2fIdfDLcm8ES4hyphenhyphenRhV3kfxOlHTHy7ADXE/s320/Mommy+prom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580527948152207810" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom (pictured with me before my senior prom) who is my world. (I love you Mommy!)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtld6j6OK3OYx7bfw7LtOuFQ5oGOa32j8hn8CsF9VTH7wECoIfeFjr3dnDmfAj6t5VMz31JCP9NZSDqSXnb689buqs5fQZ6q3-F4brv-vzD95L82ihILDJaWJGSYz2Ud_fYj6Yu1eHlKI/s1600/196.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtld6j6OK3OYx7bfw7LtOuFQ5oGOa32j8hn8CsF9VTH7wECoIfeFjr3dnDmfAj6t5VMz31JCP9NZSDqSXnb689buqs5fQZ6q3-F4brv-vzD95L82ihILDJaWJGSYz2Ud_fYj6Yu1eHlKI/s320/196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580527945579026626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And my brother (pictures with me at the Golden Gate Bridge a couple summers ago) who has become my own personal therapist via phone (thank you BYU psychology degree!).</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Both whom I love very very much! (I love all my family, no biases are presented here! Just facts!)</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0