<?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-4639711519120612732</id><updated>2012-02-08T17:29:31.526-08:00</updated><category term='Hello....i hope that this is a good idea.'/><title type='text'>The Lucky One</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1408749706937090675</id><published>2012-01-30T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:57:21.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Gorgeous!</title><content type='html'>SO its been a while since I blogged huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, and I are sitting on the couch for a few minutes before we dig into homework and she is currently brushing my hair. um, hello? This is the life! The puppies, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley are curled up next to us completely content, L says "They are cuter than they have ever been." Then she said, "well they really are Devil Dogs, cute adorable Devil Dogs!" haha and that is the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, is one of the girls I nanny for out here in the great state of Massachusetts. She asked when the last time I updated was so I said a while, lets do one right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE is pretty good, expensive, but good. I really love Boston! Love my job, love my ward, love my calling (I'm the RS secretary), and love my new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well for all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1408749706937090675?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1408749706937090675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1408749706937090675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1408749706937090675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1408749706937090675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-gorgeous.html' title='Hello Gorgeous!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6793256113247863170</id><published>2011-10-27T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T07:00:12.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...this sorta just happened, and I couldn't be happier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2byd4MJR9U/Tqqwc8jhUDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9V_kI8M1uiQ/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B010.JPG"&gt;I LOVE Order. Love it. Crave it. Have to have it. However, I am sort of a  nomad, which doesn't really naturally constitute order. I have lived in  16 different apartments in the last 11 years and that doesn't include  all the times I have moved in with my parents in-between places. The  ironic thing is that I don't like to move and I am total homebody. But  for whatever reason I rarely stay put for long. I mean I've lived in  Boston, what 4 months and I have already moved. I was debating how long I  am planning on staying in this current house and if I really want to  'move in'. I was going back and forth again and again and I got some  really good advice from my sister and my best friend. Both said to  settle down. Move in. Make it your hom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2byd4MJR9U/Tqqwc8jhUDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9V_kI8M1uiQ/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B010.JPG"&gt;e. I am planning on being in  Boston for at least another year, and I might as well not live in limbo  as much as possible. Well I took their advice and I made my room my own.  I actually painted!! I should show you the before pics but they are on  my roommates camera. I will explain for now. The walls in my room were  this gray green grossness and the trim and doors were a nondescript  tan/gray/purple color. So so gross. I painted the walls white and the  trim black and made the wall my bed is on an accent wall and painted it a  deep turquoise blue. SO pretty! I LOVE how it turned out. I made that  wreath, hung pictures on the walls, threw rugs on the floor etc.  Here  is a visual tour through my new, moved in, room.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay Here We Go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots of the details of the wreath I made. I got the fantastic idea from a blog I love called &lt;a href="http://ourbestbites.blogspot.com"&gt;Our Best Bites&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2byd4MJR9U/Tqqwc8jhUDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9V_kI8M1uiQ/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2byd4MJR9U/Tqqwc8jhUDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9V_kI8M1uiQ/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668537092337127474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta Love Tulle!&lt;br /&gt;also, notice the awesome color of my wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXx5Tuu3s-0/TqqwcJPJ4jI/AAAAAAAAAnw/nVYiOXPQ5tM/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXx5Tuu3s-0/TqqwcJPJ4jI/AAAAAAAAAnw/nVYiOXPQ5tM/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668537078561497650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now showing a few shots of the 2nd entrance to my bedroom and the closet door set in this little nook. Very black and white. Gasp! I totally forgot to show you the inside of the closet door! Its awesome! Remind me and I will add a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LM-n7d_X5s/Tqqwbzf8TbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/txE7-t5O9ko/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LM-n7d_X5s/Tqqwbzf8TbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/txE7-t5O9ko/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668537072726330802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whats that you say? Zebra striped purse? Yeah doesn't sound like me  does it. Well thats because that is what I bought my best friend for her  Bday and I just haven't sent it yet. Hope you like it Sassafrass!!  (spoiler alert for Sass...guess I should have said that before I showed  the pic huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ip-omZH4Oc/TqquZS2FLxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RLx6Q7kqaNA/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ip-omZH4Oc/TqquZS2FLxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RLx6Q7kqaNA/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668534830577823506" border="0" /&gt;See this blurry photo? I got that little rack for free and then I painted it with left over paint from my accent wall. Perfect for my scarves!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ip-omZH4Oc/TqquZS2FLxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RLx6Q7kqaNA/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B022.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MD9R-fv801U/TqquZLzT11I/AAAAAAAAAmw/gBcpVa8xXB0/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MD9R-fv801U/TqquZLzT11I/AAAAAAAAAmw/gBcpVa8xXB0/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668534828687152978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a close up of a corner of my room. I hung up a few of my favorite photos. Amber and I snagged that little black table from the street the night I moved in. Clothes Hamper! Notice I put a cute basket under the little table for projects and stuff. Currently it holds 3 balls of yarn I got for free. I wish I could remember how to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wRE0-IXY0Y/TqqvqGzCOqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/dmWkGJDgm_U/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wRE0-IXY0Y/TqqvqGzCOqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/dmWkGJDgm_U/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668536218913225378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another sweet gem Amber and I snagged from the street!! I painted it blue one beautiful warm Saturday. Its amazing how good creating something can make you feel! Just pretend you can't see all those cords! I only have one socket in my room...just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOmswJZoIeE/TqquY_L17gI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gAQ90djEoEc/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOmswJZoIeE/TqquY_L17gI/AAAAAAAAAmo/gAQ90djEoEc/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668534825300389378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a close up of the windows! The radiator is beneath this one but I just love how the black and white just kept on going and going! Not even on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3XgF6CVX_E/TqquYXJ0s3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/yhCpV-YUuto/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3XgF6CVX_E/TqquYXJ0s3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/yhCpV-YUuto/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668534814554502002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents came out they brought an extra suitcase full of my stuff. In it they brought these three magnetic boards I love! Underneath it is a white bookshelf. I will have to show you the insides sometime. The cover is actually a curtain I got on sale 2 panels for 6 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KVGY5CiBYg/TqquX4wC-0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/t6TJdSnGCuU/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KVGY5CiBYg/TqquX4wC-0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/t6TJdSnGCuU/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668534806393322306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other entrance to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Again, notice the blue wall! How can you not love this wall!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5yLKiBkHdo/TqqsmfisOWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QCbIiVPCTdg/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5yLKiBkHdo/TqqsmfisOWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/QCbIiVPCTdg/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532858301200738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked this bedspread up on sale at Target. It was the inspiration for the rest of my room. So full of drama! I covered that four drawer tupperware thing with discount sheer polka dot fabric, perfect fit with the theme 'cause you can see the white peeking through!&lt;br /&gt;I love how the wreath grounds the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfE_klKl-YQ/Tqqsl91osUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/W0gtBmd8A78/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfE_klKl-YQ/Tqqsl91osUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/W0gtBmd8A78/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532849253855554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my obsession with order? I feel like this station will really help me implement order in my life. I cannot live without a whiteboard and a cork board!&lt;br /&gt;See that awesome dresser? That's the one Amber sent me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the mail&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmu0qD4oag8/TqqsluRjiNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/W5xlzEQ4aBU/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gmu0qD4oag8/TqqsluRjiNI/AAAAAAAAAlo/W5xlzEQ4aBU/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532845075990738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things are piecing together for you. I don't want to brag, but I made that mirror! I got them at the dollar store then hot glued them all together. It turned out fantastic I think. and super cheap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgKUwbc4l70/Tqqsk7X-9RI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AKhIdkPJc3c/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgKUwbc4l70/Tqqsk7X-9RI/AAAAAAAAAlg/AKhIdkPJc3c/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532831412745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture of my order wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIaki4vsoH0/TqqsksyCWdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VsPlWWZ_-Pk/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIaki4vsoH0/TqqsksyCWdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VsPlWWZ_-Pk/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668532827495487954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes my room. I will have to take a few more shots of the details that I forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have enjoyed this tour of my room. We work on tips so gratuities are excepted, there is a bowl on your way out for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&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/4639711519120612732-6793256113247863170?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6793256113247863170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6793256113247863170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6793256113247863170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6793256113247863170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/10/sothis-sorta-just-happened-and-i.html' title='So...this sorta just happened, and I couldn&apos;t be happier!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2byd4MJR9U/Tqqwc8jhUDI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9V_kI8M1uiQ/s72-c/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6322546068654595793</id><published>2011-10-27T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:20:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a grown up now!</title><content type='html'>SOOO I bought a couch the other day. No big deal. Just you know a whole couch, like a sectional. Again, no big deal right? Wrong! It is a BIG deal! I felt like a legit adult, buying real furniture. Not just IKEA furniture. I got it at a discounted furniture store here in MA and I went in with like 10 mins total and ran around with a salesman and my new roommate Cristina. I'm not joking, I literally ran up and down the isles touching as many couches as I could rejecting most by feel alone. A few lucky couches were blessed with my backside for a few minutes while I tried to imagine how it would look in my place now, how it would look in all my places in the future. My roommate's only question, "Can we eat popcorn on this couch?". Haha you see you can't eat popcorn on a light colored couch. I finally settled on a nice red one that had passed my texture test (for those of you who don't know, I have a thing for textiles and some say microsuede or whatever the devil its called is exactly that, from the devil, autumn had a stuffed pig that was that texture and I would hide it all the time 'cause I hated its texture!) Anyway, it was in my price range and I thought, what the heck its fine. but then as we were walking to check out, I saw it. This robin egg blue square sectional, I approached it holding my breathe as I reached out to texture test it, and BAM! It passed! Next test was the derriere and it passed there too! My roommate and I promptly took it apart and moved it all around configuring it this way and that and sticking both couch sides together makes it into one LONG couch! It was PERFECT!! and lets be serious, LOVE at first sight! The price was above my pay range but it was such a steal I tore off the tag and ran to the register just as two women came and sat on and admired my couch! The sales lady actually told them to get off the couch because I was buying it and it was not for them! haha! A few days later my roommate and her ahem soon to be boyfriend picked up my couch and surprised me that they could get it in one load! It seriously felt like Christmas! It was all wrapped up in plastic and it was all I could do to keep from ripping it off and flinging my body on it. But like most grown-ups, my rational side came out and I decided I should probably clean the 4 pounds of soot out of the fireplace and scotch guard the thing before sitting on it. I feel as if I have given birth to a child and I don't want anyone breathing on it, or touching it. I am a freak. I barely can sit on it I'm so afraid it might get you know, used! haha I'm slowly breaking it in. Problem is that my house is so cold no one likes to be in the front room. Next purchase (maybe for Christmas?) are some drapes for the front room. I'm thinking a plum-ish type purple. Anyway, here are a couple pics for your enjoyment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx7cxoTlP8E/Tqo6LG4casI/AAAAAAAAAk4/AET1GC21Zws/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx7cxoTlP8E/Tqo6LG4casI/AAAAAAAAAk4/AET1GC21Zws/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668407043499518658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that clean fireplace!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcf4_totnmY/Tqo7GsHZB8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/PpKWR7tq268/s1600/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcf4_totnmY/Tqo7GsHZB8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/PpKWR7tq268/s400/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668408067106604994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6322546068654595793?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6322546068654595793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6322546068654595793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6322546068654595793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6322546068654595793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-grown-up-now.html' title='I&apos;m a grown up now!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx7cxoTlP8E/Tqo6LG4casI/AAAAAAAAAk4/AET1GC21Zws/s72-c/Nottinghill%2BRd%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-4100544464623604521</id><published>2011-10-27T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:28:22.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been way too long huh.</title><content type='html'>SO much to catch you all up on! SO much it makes my head spin, or maybe my head is spinning because I have a cold? Either way my head is spinning and I have a lot to say. I don't have a lot of time at the moment, but I have moved from my first digs in Boston to another place also in Boston, this time closer to the city though. I want to show you my new place! I love it! Also, a lot has happened. I got a job-I love it!! My sister got married, my other sister came out for a visit we went to NYC (where I got to see one of my closest friends, Hi Lizzie!), two weeks later my parents came for a visit, I moved, I changed wards, made some awesome friends, went to my first Red Sox game! became an official resident of Massachusetts, got a new calling in my ward, completely decorated my room, bought a couch and tried a million new recipes. SO, lots to share, lots to expound upon, lots on the horizon, like I am going to NaNoWriMo, don't know what that is? look it up! SUPER excited about this and only 4 more days till I start. I want to leave you all with a little visual teaser, I made this last week and I also painted that wall! I know the pic is blurry, my camera died shortly after this was taken and I couldn't find my charger so I will take a better one but until then here you go! I hope all is well with everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RF29j8d_iH8/TqnMoBLRURI/AAAAAAAAAks/RgcPQ3m2iBw/s1600/more%2Bboston%2B206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RF29j8d_iH8/TqnMoBLRURI/AAAAAAAAAks/RgcPQ3m2iBw/s400/more%2Bboston%2B206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668286593905021202" 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/4639711519120612732-4100544464623604521?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4100544464623604521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=4100544464623604521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/4100544464623604521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/4100544464623604521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-way-too-long-huh.html' title='Its been way too long huh.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RF29j8d_iH8/TqnMoBLRURI/AAAAAAAAAks/RgcPQ3m2iBw/s72-c/more%2Bboston%2B206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7349306534584786814</id><published>2011-07-08T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:50:19.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am dying here!</title><content type='html'>It literally feels as if I am going to explode. I have been waiting the WHOLE day to hear back about 2 different jobs that I have interviewed for here in Boston. Its kind of getting down to the wire with the job thing and I was really excited about these opportunities. I can't believe it is almost 7pm and I haven't heard. I am seriously thinking that that means a big fat NO, and that is where we cue, anxiety. Yup my dear old friend whom I haven't spent much time with lately, thank you very much has decided it would be fun to camp out inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all this could be cured, well at least subdued with a big ol' fat brownie and a huge scoop of vanilla icecream drizzled with Mrs. Richardson's hot fudge sauce. Follow this up with a big ol' pepperoni pizza eaten with homemade ranch dressing, or a gigantic baked potato loaded with cheese, chili and sour cream, and did i mention cheese? Speaking of cheese, how about a lovely slice of new york cheesecake? OR I could just go with pounding a large warm loaf of french bread with a tub of margarine to slather on it with homemade strawberry freezer jam. Um hello? Can we say that I sound like an emotional eater? Well, if the shoe fits I guess. Don't worry though I will go and eat my little chicken tender with no salt and steamed broccoli and an apple (its the apples that are saving my life...) and see if I die before the night is through. Though I would give anything to do just what I want to...almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit. I was going to take a nap. I didn't. Because, well, I didn't want to sound like I had been taking a nap perchance they called. I wanted to go to the temple, but what if Im there and they call?! So here I sit, trying to entertain myself while my anxiety grows and grows. If I'm dead tomorrow, you'll know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7349306534584786814?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7349306534584786814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7349306534584786814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7349306534584786814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7349306534584786814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-dying-here.html' title='I am dying here!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7710140362013226273</id><published>2011-06-13T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:54:56.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pictoral View of my Boston Digs.</title><content type='html'>So here is my humble view of my boston experience so far. Its been an interesting journey. I drove 2,600ish miles across the country in less than 4 days, visited with my sister, a couple I taught on my mission, both Kirtland and Palmyra sites, had an awesome evening with the Purdy's, spent some time with my cousin and his family,  found a place to live, went to a new ward, made new friends, and interviewed for a job in less than a week. Tonight marks a week from my first night in Boston. It doesn't seem like I could have been here this long, but I have! I feel like such a bum because I haven't accomplished more, but my best friend Sass pointed out everything I have done in the last week and that I should be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston is/has:&lt;br /&gt;Big, but small feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;craziest drivers in the world! (lots of fun stories to come!)&lt;br /&gt;Has had a range of temperatures from 100 degrees to 57 degrees since I've been here.                 &lt;br /&gt;Humidity! hello puffy hair. (No wonder I wore my hair in a bun my whole mission! haha)&lt;br /&gt;It costs $13 to go to a movie!&lt;br /&gt;People who have never hear of UTAH!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome crazy accents.&lt;br /&gt;         Jess threatened me to not come back sounding like them. haha wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome grocery stores! Whole Foods and Trader Joes! (still not as good as Wegmans but...)&lt;br /&gt;Nice people. and people who stalk....more stories on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkybzuPoVus/Tfbn0IGxkOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yis1HHQ4PvI/s1600/BOSTON%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkybzuPoVus/Tfbn0IGxkOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yis1HHQ4PvI/s400/BOSTON%2B080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617932467906384098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my house. I live in Medford, MA. It is about 7 miles from Boston. Don't worry it still takes like 45 minutes to drive...AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpXE1AQQusU/Tfbnz2CmAYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/hTTPEt22h7k/s1600/BOSTON%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpXE1AQQusU/Tfbnz2CmAYI/AAAAAAAAAkE/hTTPEt22h7k/s400/BOSTON%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617932463057011074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks kind of grand here doesn't it? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITz4YyExh0g/TfbnzSd7kyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NlQRj4OodAE/s1600/BOSTON%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ITz4YyExh0g/TfbnzSd7kyI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NlQRj4OodAE/s400/BOSTON%2B051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617932453507994402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please forgive my room. The house isn't furnished and since I just drove my car, I don't have any furniture and no funds to buy any, thus the mess on the floor. I haven't come up with an organizational way to store all my stuff yet...maybe tomorrow? I'm thinking of getting apple boxes at the store. Anyway, here is my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EMqNYJkSVg/TfbnGC8HbjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dXTrxzDF6Zo/s1600/BOSTON%2B072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EMqNYJkSVg/TfbnGC8HbjI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dXTrxzDF6Zo/s400/BOSTON%2B072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617931676245519922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one splurge. 4 drawer tupperware. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6f5_AgNzGc/TfbnGv9sBAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cA_sHoAikmc/s1600/BOSTON%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6f5_AgNzGc/TfbnGv9sBAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/cA_sHoAikmc/s400/BOSTON%2B073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617931688331707394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO lame. Man I will show you an after picture when I clean all that up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgi05lAStC4/TfbnFiTNWHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GsStbLt99-s/s1600/BOSTON%2B071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wgi05lAStC4/TfbnFiTNWHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GsStbLt99-s/s400/BOSTON%2B071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617931667484006514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shouted for joy when I noticed this ceiling fan, literally shouted! and then I almost cried. Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-vX1SkH-PU/TfbnFKK2rqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6XvBX2gwiQ0/s1600/BOSTON%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-vX1SkH-PU/TfbnFKK2rqI/AAAAAAAAAjc/6XvBX2gwiQ0/s400/BOSTON%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617931661006515874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have 3 windows in my room with those "awesome" roller shades from like what the 60's? Sometimes they work though so thats nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdI1atAK508/TfbnE9-dODI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ggZxYblN6iw/s1600/BOSTON%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdI1atAK508/TfbnE9-dODI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ggZxYblN6iw/s400/BOSTON%2B006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617931657733290034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the kitchen...Here is the sink. notice the empty place where a dishwasher could be, but where we keep the trash and recycling. All my pics are out of order so later we'll come back to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOl6j_cWOgA/TfbmZZfJmxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LuHP5-Rvat4/s1600/BOSTON%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VOl6j_cWOgA/TfbmZZfJmxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LuHP5-Rvat4/s400/BOSTON%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930909203929874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the kitchen is this dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9AhyLaXZ7E/TfbmYkt3OVI/AAAAAAAAAis/KaFYD-ZGbkw/s1600/BOSTON%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i9AhyLaXZ7E/TfbmYkt3OVI/AAAAAAAAAis/KaFYD-ZGbkw/s400/BOSTON%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930895038560594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And off that is the sitting room. This picture makes it look even better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssM9PcIuPz0/TfbmGuP_9FI/AAAAAAAAAik/SBn-XjYdlZ0/s1600/BOSTON%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssM9PcIuPz0/TfbmGuP_9FI/AAAAAAAAAik/SBn-XjYdlZ0/s400/BOSTON%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930588360012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And off the sitting room is another sitting room, looks like a dumping ground. One of my roommates lives up in the attic and that is how you get to her room using that open doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bulKfm_kdmI/TfbmGKHfiWI/AAAAAAAAAic/0mV5VOMhSro/s1600/BOSTON%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bulKfm_kdmI/TfbmGKHfiWI/AAAAAAAAAic/0mV5VOMhSro/s400/BOSTON%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930578660657506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This door goes to the front balcony/porch. It looks with an actual old time key!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJAPzld53lI/TfbmF6-hlGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4f6n_56yuCM/s1600/BOSTON%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJAPzld53lI/TfbmF6-hlGI/AAAAAAAAAiU/4f6n_56yuCM/s400/BOSTON%2B014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930574596510818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and into the hallway.the best part of the hallway is that awesome light. really it is awesome up close...and that mattress. hhhhmmmm,......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpw5RPgBpMw/TfbmFBKRCVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VEY4iGJErDU/s1600/BOSTON%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpw5RPgBpMw/TfbmFBKRCVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VEY4iGJErDU/s400/BOSTON%2B017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930559076501842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stairway goes to the left of that coat closet and goes down to the front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhMWh9BSi8o/TfbmE5LLfRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tOZQa053jxk/s1600/BOSTON%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhMWh9BSi8o/TfbmE5LLfRI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tOZQa053jxk/s400/BOSTON%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617930556932848914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the other side of the balcony/porch doorway. My one roommate Julie keeps her plants out there. Its kind of pretty really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYCBbSzJdXQ/TfbldhYTrrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O92mWYMaOLw/s1600/BOSTON%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYCBbSzJdXQ/TfbldhYTrrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/O92mWYMaOLw/s400/BOSTON%2B015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929880530562738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a close up shot of the stairway leading to the attic. Julie lives in half of it and then the other half is storage...its cool but not filled with much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjEC5nhZh6I/TfblcoAyMFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/v-Jr-LxnS1o/s1600/BOSTON%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjEC5nhZh6I/TfblcoAyMFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/v-Jr-LxnS1o/s400/BOSTON%2B016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929865131077714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the door to my room. All of the doors have these cool crystal doorknobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvyU-jeoZns/TfblbTtVyCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/H0QOgW_6PKg/s1600/BOSTON%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvyU-jeoZns/TfblbTtVyCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/H0QOgW_6PKg/s400/BOSTON%2B019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929842500945954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another view of my lovely room. Can you see my awesome air mattress bed? that leaks? I know. I am living the high life! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CA23u8oRlMo/Tfbk_24VtpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OuipxPKLUnU/s1600/BOSTON%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CA23u8oRlMo/Tfbk_24VtpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OuipxPKLUnU/s400/BOSTON%2B021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929370905982610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My roommate Amber lives in the lavender room. Its lovely and so is she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PD0TXJJYhSM/Tfbk_YbIaII/AAAAAAAAAhE/eykPLNOkS40/s1600/BOSTON%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PD0TXJJYhSM/Tfbk_YbIaII/AAAAAAAAAhE/eykPLNOkS40/s400/BOSTON%2B022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929362730412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95vnbNzUv_E/Tfbk_OxYLoI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jzX1fgJh0ww/s1600/BOSTON%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-95vnbNzUv_E/Tfbk_OxYLoI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jzX1fgJh0ww/s400/BOSTON%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929360139366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and into the shower. I try to keep the curtain open in case a murderer is on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTYCZ2UD7P4/TfbkowZseuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BJEbNLBHg8I/s1600/BOSTON%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CTYCZ2UD7P4/TfbkowZseuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BJEbNLBHg8I/s400/BOSTON%2B024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928974029847266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the gem of the bathroom. the backside of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddi0xXT3kOY/TfbkojLw6yI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-ODAbbGhPtE/s1600/BOSTON%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ddi0xXT3kOY/TfbkojLw6yI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-ODAbbGhPtE/s400/BOSTON%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928970481756962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the hallway flooring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3pREshveHc/Tfbkn3ECUCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kiRzGXSB2vA/s1600/BOSTON%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z3pREshveHc/Tfbkn3ECUCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kiRzGXSB2vA/s400/BOSTON%2B026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928958638182434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the kitchen....yes we have two fridges. One is unplugged because they didn't need it. I want to plug it in again since there isn't room...and we all know how I've wanted my own fridge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNzx9_cC1og/TfbknPgWkpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Gc_DsS17uLY/s1600/BOSTON%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNzx9_cC1og/TfbknPgWkpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Gc_DsS17uLY/s400/BOSTON%2B028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928948019532434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen laminate....yum.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZNxJNnGu0/Tfbknl4a_jI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LxQ0xUXLhuQ/s1600/BOSTON%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIZNxJNnGu0/Tfbknl4a_jI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LxQ0xUXLhuQ/s400/BOSTON%2B027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928954026065458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other corner of the kitchen. My cupboard is the one on the bottom left with the door ajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFAvAq4JVeA/TfbkDMFEURI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Rnbsqx8pXA/s1600/BOSTON%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFAvAq4JVeA/TfbkDMFEURI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Rnbsqx8pXA/s400/BOSTON%2B029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928328624492818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the washer and dryer! I think its the same kind that I had growing up! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--jK_xE2NIPg/TfbkC-GF0rI/AAAAAAAAAf8/a8l0FMYA_FY/s1600/BOSTON%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--jK_xE2NIPg/TfbkC-GF0rI/AAAAAAAAAf8/a8l0FMYA_FY/s400/BOSTON%2B031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928324870689458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going down the back stairway...creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24G6CaWovSg/TfbkCcwX3XI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BXb0heAEht0/s1600/BOSTON%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24G6CaWovSg/TfbkCcwX3XI/AAAAAAAAAf0/BXb0heAEht0/s400/BOSTON%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928315921227122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the back deck thing. Don't go out there all the nails have been pulled up and you could die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2lnfjdzag0/TfbkB9W22wI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sC-PxG-JrJY/s1600/BOSTON%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2lnfjdzag0/TfbkB9W22wI/AAAAAAAAAfs/sC-PxG-JrJY/s400/BOSTON%2B034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928307492707074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the back. That is where we can park our cars. and the street. love the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfSIJhPp0Ig/TfbkBXKDxYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3HsS8mbPRlE/s1600/BOSTON%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfSIJhPp0Ig/TfbkBXKDxYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/3HsS8mbPRlE/s400/BOSTON%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928297238480258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back yard...corner...thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yknh5fKRxA/TfbjL5UxP3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/SfAIeIWlIXc/s1600/BOSTON%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9yknh5fKRxA/TfbjL5UxP3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/SfAIeIWlIXc/s400/BOSTON%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617927378697273202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the view of the side yard. the bulge on the left top is my room's windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WEZYkBmo1w/TfbjLK0K2MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/O3zJDFrA-jo/s1600/BOSTON%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--WEZYkBmo1w/TfbjLK0K2MI/AAAAAAAAAfU/O3zJDFrA-jo/s400/BOSTON%2B047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617927366212507842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking down the street out front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qcyph1FupcA/TfbjKm-lVBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kceq2ycgk6g/s1600/BOSTON%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qcyph1FupcA/TfbjKm-lVBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kceq2ycgk6g/s400/BOSTON%2B048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617927356592509970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking down the street in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBCz5lgq7aU/TfbjKPiNS4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fxWnnyOZOfA/s1600/BOSTON%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBCz5lgq7aU/TfbjKPiNS4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/fxWnnyOZOfA/s400/BOSTON%2B053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617927350299478914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back view of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UE-yFiz61yc/TfbjJtD2b3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/plUkVI3TNcM/s1600/BOSTON%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UE-yFiz61yc/TfbjJtD2b3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/plUkVI3TNcM/s400/BOSTON%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617927341045346162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugly flooring in the creepy upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kufTJ19vEkM/TfbhAd50DXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/eqiwTa-wy14/s1600/BOSTON%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kufTJ19vEkM/TfbhAd50DXI/AAAAAAAAAe0/eqiwTa-wy14/s400/BOSTON%2B038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924983334636914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back staircase. reminds me of the Big Blue House a little. :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uffXElm1DN4/Tfb1hSRJtjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZTDyttdXjXg/s1600/BOSTON%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uffXElm1DN4/Tfb1hSRJtjI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZTDyttdXjXg/s400/BOSTON%2B039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617947537379538482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to give you a taste of what the walls look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn1FNs88Y24/Tfbg_a0gj9I/AAAAAAAAAek/2omxdomX5j0/s1600/BOSTON%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fn1FNs88Y24/Tfbg_a0gj9I/AAAAAAAAAek/2omxdomX5j0/s400/BOSTON%2B040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924965327212498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DTvbvWMRlw/Tfbg7ceBWwI/AAAAAAAAAec/UOFRxgXutio/s1600/BOSTON%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DTvbvWMRlw/Tfbg7ceBWwI/AAAAAAAAAec/UOFRxgXutio/s400/BOSTON%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924897050286850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back door floor...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XCGtIJlSD8/Tfbg67wY1xI/AAAAAAAAAeU/20b8ZUQgArs/s1600/BOSTON%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XCGtIJlSD8/Tfbg67wY1xI/AAAAAAAAAeU/20b8ZUQgArs/s400/BOSTON%2B045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924888268953362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the garage full of junk that doesn't belong to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1HhjPKyO8k/Tfbgc-x20SI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yEg1kSrAqvY/s1600/BOSTON%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F1HhjPKyO8k/Tfbgc-x20SI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yEg1kSrAqvY/s400/BOSTON%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924373684343074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I might have taken these pictures while driving...BUT notice. Do you see lines on the road? Oh you don't? well the street I'm driving on has two lanes. You just have to pretend there are lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhVmtPHloU/TfbgcPUthKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rULmL5UbyiM/s1600/BOSTON%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhVmtPHloU/TfbgcPUthKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rULmL5UbyiM/s400/BOSTON%2B059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924360945632418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a placard outside of my house. seems interesting. might look into it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ91H59t_ck/TfbgbicMPDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/S0AcLAJ2RPg/s1600/BOSTON%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ91H59t_ck/TfbgbicMPDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/S0AcLAJ2RPg/s400/BOSTON%2B050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924348897410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our "yard".  We have a nice variety of weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR5a9OUzO-E/TfbgbMie_sI/AAAAAAAAAds/yqJemtTYGSg/s1600/BOSTON%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR5a9OUzO-E/TfbgbMie_sI/AAAAAAAAAds/yqJemtTYGSg/s400/BOSTON%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617924343018225346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my car! Big Blue. I love my car! Thanks to my wonderful Parents I have this awesome thing to drive in and our run muggers, stalkers, and crazy drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKmD0Z7SMUM/TfbfTIZzpuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HdYO_3DHMKg/s1600/BOSTON%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iKmD0Z7SMUM/TfbfTIZzpuI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HdYO_3DHMKg/s400/BOSTON%2B054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617923104957507298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlb9vVvgNbc/TfbfSmD4cJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QSC5tmxCGg0/s1600/BOSTON%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TYNSxJNUMGo/TfbfR8Sod5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/gOk3crKCxNk/s1600/BOSTON%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TYNSxJNUMGo/TfbfR8Sod5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/gOk3crKCxNk/s400/BOSTON%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617923084526319506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This road gets so backed up during rush hours. Its called Mystic Valley Parkway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u32CzjjU72Y/TfbfQ03tEII/AAAAAAAAAdE/aZLmM_NZpdI/s1600/BOSTON%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u32CzjjU72Y/TfbfQ03tEII/AAAAAAAAAdE/aZLmM_NZpdI/s400/BOSTON%2B060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617923065354457218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But at least there are ball fields to watch while you wait in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWelDJJQCiw/Tfbeqy7h_SI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YRPbrR50FIQ/s1600/BOSTON%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWelDJJQCiw/Tfbeqy7h_SI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YRPbrR50FIQ/s400/BOSTON%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617922411998608674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGWoMaAjbZo/TfbeqVyYfHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OoEKbETXPSc/s1600/BOSTON%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGWoMaAjbZo/TfbeqVyYfHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OoEKbETXPSc/s400/BOSTON%2B063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617922404175608946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston skyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kO1kR_uRrdk/TfbepF3xLGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XNDgKz99vs8/s1600/BOSTON%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kO1kR_uRrdk/TfbepF3xLGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XNDgKz99vs8/s400/BOSTON%2B066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617922382723361890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8IUUQ6FOs0/Tfbdh767IUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2tWSec2_N_c/s1600/BOSTON%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8IUUQ6FOs0/Tfbdh767IUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/2tWSec2_N_c/s400/BOSTON%2B065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617921160281530690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bridge in this picture is really cool and reminds me of the cable bridge in WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy9ULcswe6I/Tfbdho6GhNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TeIZopUaWls/s1600/BOSTON%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy9ULcswe6I/Tfbdho6GhNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TeIZopUaWls/s400/BOSTON%2B067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617921155177809106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting to see the different plates around here....like CT, Rhode Island, Vermont, New Hampshire. They sure are a lot prettier than Idaho and Colorado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re5UgJkLo6o/TfbdgY9ttSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tLdaclLaDwk/s1600/BOSTON%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re5UgJkLo6o/TfbdgY9ttSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tLdaclLaDwk/s400/BOSTON%2B068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617921133718123810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36xu60hlsQE/Tfbdf9-VmfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7Qo6gUJLmLE/s1600/BOSTON%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-36xu60hlsQE/Tfbdf9-VmfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/7Qo6gUJLmLE/s400/BOSTON%2B070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617921126472980978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you've enjoyed your pictorial view of my life in Boston thus far. Thank you to everyone who have helped me get out here and try to live a dream. much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7710140362013226273?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7710140362013226273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7710140362013226273' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7710140362013226273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7710140362013226273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictoral-view-of-my-boston-digs.html' title='A Pictoral View of my Boston Digs.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkybzuPoVus/Tfbn0IGxkOI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yis1HHQ4PvI/s72-c/BOSTON%2B080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-586047366788264883</id><published>2011-06-13T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:53:08.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll go to Boston!</title><content type='html'>Welp. I did it. I moved to Boston. Yes sirree.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like so much of John Mayer. I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;I promised my best friend Sass that I would do a photo blog post of my new digs and such. I have so much to catch up on so for the rest of the day I think I will be photographing my new very small world here and hopefully get something up for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Man a lot has happened since I blogged about my own fridge. I definitely don't have my own yet. Dang I was just about to get in the shower and now my roommate just went in there. sigh. Someday I won't have roommates. Well hopefully one, and a bunch of crumb catchers, but that's totally different, right? Until tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-586047366788264883?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/586047366788264883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=586047366788264883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/586047366788264883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/586047366788264883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-think-ill-go-to-boston.html' title='I think I&apos;ll go to Boston!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-8185871248950024236</id><published>2011-03-21T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:07:22.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot wait....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51LKt0qHQk8/TYfYwq2bL7I/AAAAAAAAAbg/GaffihbCYv0/s1600/white%2Bfridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;To have a fridge of my very own one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wouldn't that be lovely? Going to the fridge and just knowing that everything in it is yours. Purchased by you for you. No guessing if you or your roommate bought it or how long has that been in there questions because no one really knows what is going on in the Frigidaire.  Love this retro blue kitchen...sigh. One day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlzrvwPaewo/TYfYtO4c0UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lz21SDFOF_o/s1600/blue%2Bkitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlzrvwPaewo/TYfYtO4c0UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lz21SDFOF_o/s400/blue%2Bkitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586672134376968514" 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/4639711519120612732-8185871248950024236?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8185871248950024236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=8185871248950024236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8185871248950024236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8185871248950024236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='I cannot wait....'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlzrvwPaewo/TYfYtO4c0UI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lz21SDFOF_o/s72-c/blue%2Bkitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-3179920749836697011</id><published>2011-01-01T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:47:18.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2011:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TR_mrpRr_CI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-xqJAg9dH28/s1600/happiness-quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TR_mrpRr_CI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-xqJAg9dH28/s400/happiness-quote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557414102687284258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot wait for this brand new year! It is going to be the BEST one yet! Woot Woot! I have lots of exciting plans and goals to accomplish! i just loved this quote by Thoreau....I wish the best for each of you this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-3179920749836697011?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3179920749836697011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=3179920749836697011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3179920749836697011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3179920749836697011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-2011.html' title='Dear 2011:'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TR_mrpRr_CI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-xqJAg9dH28/s72-c/happiness-quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5280603000356202138</id><published>2010-11-21T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:06:32.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIE...the way to a man's heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Are you ready for a story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to tell a good story...and I think I have the makings of a good one. So, grab a snack and take a seat 'cause here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few um lets call them quirks that I am trying to work out or my system, kinks if you will. One of them is my inability to talk to guys. Well I can talk to guys, just not ones who are attractive or single. My therapist pointed out that it is the guys who have "potential" ie they &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be available for ahem &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;. Now, let me just clarify that I haven't always been SO "special" when it comes to boys. Well I was definitely as a child but then I kind of grew out of it in my later teens and such and then I had a traumatic experience. All joking aside it really was hard and 'caused me to doubt much of what I believed about relationships, men and women, marriage, men and everything to do with them. So, I stopped being able to converse with or even look at men in the eye. I didn't want to be around them. I didn't trust them. My world had turned upside down. Don't worry this is where we cue my therapist and he tells me little gems like, "Okay, this week we are going to focus on just talking to boys you don't think are attractive...". I loved my therapist, he is great. I have come along way since his words of wisdom but I am still not totally normal, well I guess I am hovering around about where I have always been, and that is semi awkward in some situations, all of which involve guys. For instance, about a year ago I was running a show at BYU. I saw a guy in the audience that I knew from a class. I could tell he kind of liked me and he waited around after the show to talk to me but I PANICKED and ran into the girls bathroom before he could get to me. Who does stuff like that? It was pretty hilarious though. I am sure if we could video montage the awkward boy moments in my life it would be AWE inspiring and the hilarity factor would be through the roof! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Onward with this story. You had to hear that last part to truly appreciate this next part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just moved back from St. George and needed some new contact lenses. So I went on down to my local Walmart and walked into the vision center. I saw 2 male workers. One was young and tall and rather gorgeous looking, you know just my type of guy. 6'3", great smile, friendly, open face, broad shoulders, FP, and he had strawberry blond hair. He was new. I had never seen him before. The other guy is one I have interacted with alot, he is married, middle-aged, looks like this guy. Only minus the smile. He looks like he is the most unhappy man alive. He was also on the phone at the time I walked in. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Celebrities/S_Z/Wa_Wh/Wayne_Knight/wayne_knight05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Celebrities/S_Z/Wa_Wh/Wayne_Knight/wayne_knight05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so who do you think I picked to approach? You've got it! NEWMAN. I started walking towards him. But wait! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;GASP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All of a sudden, I was being intercepted by the good lookin' red head. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;PANICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He was smooth. He didn't even give me the option of being helped by Newman. He wanted to help me out. He did his salesman approach and asked me what I needed today. I needed contacts. He wasn't awkward at all. He just sat down, looked up my file and sold me $120 worth of contacts. Don't worry. I got a $20 dollar rebate out of the deal. Anyway, he just jumped right into a conversation with me. Asking me all kinds of questions. Where I was from, where I went to school, what I was studying, you know normal questions that somehow make me sweat and talk slightly different when responding to a man, an attractive man. I didn't totally fail. I asked him the same questions in return. I learned that he was from the Mid West, he is in his last semester at UVU, he already took the DAT a few years ago and did ok, a 16, and now he is taking it again so that he can become a dentist, his name was Brett. He made me laugh too. So I went along on my merry way with my $120 worth of contacts, how do salesmen do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made the ahem, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mistake&lt;/span&gt;, of telling my sister and brother-in-law about this encounter and how I wish I could get to know the contact guy, not newman but Brett, you know outside of the contact store. Amber got excited and passed the phone to Jim so that he can give me some advice on how I might possibly go out with this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen. Here are his words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bake him a Pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Yes. That is how he told me to catch a man. Bake. Him. A. Pie. A homemade pie. Not a store bought pie. One made with love in my kitchen and brought to the vision center in the Walmart. I burst out laughing! A pie?! Seriously? Not brownies, or cupcakes or cookies. A pie. hahahaha. Bless his heart he was serious too. "What man would turn down a pie?" he says. I don't know. Maybe one whose mother told him not to take anything, especially food, from strangers? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, what do you think? Would you bake this guy a pie? and deliver it to him at the Walmart with your phone number? I am sincerely asking, I want to know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks passed and I had moved on from the vision guy. I mean, it just wasn't realistic...I moved into a new ward and met someone new. I can't say his name but his last name might be a fruit. Anyway, I called my sister to tell her about this new guy I was crushing on and to get some advice. She used to be quite the little foxy vixen in her day, she still is in my opinion. So I asked her what I should do to talk to him/meet him etc. and guess what her answer was? Yup thats right. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAKE HIM A PIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. A pie? Seriously? Can you see it now? "oh hi, (insert name), i um wanted to meet you so i uh brought you a homemade pie". The only thing that would accomplish would be him thinking I am crazy and I guess it would make good daytime TV! So I laughed and she handed the phone over to my brother in law. He stuck with his answer from before. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bake him a Pie.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh. haha thanks for the advice guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;A couple weeks later I was reading some blogs, &lt;a href="http://greenweddingshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Green Wedding Shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be exact and this was posted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" href="http://greenweddingshoes.com/diy-pie-in-a-jar-treats/"&gt;Pie In a Jar&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Isn't that the cutest thing ever? Perfect little pie jars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If Pie really is the way to a man's heart then this Blog may just be my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://pieloveyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;GOLDEN TICKET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to happiness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At churchg today the announced FHE is the whole ward, and guess what the theme is? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;PIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Do you think this is a sign? I'm thinking about going...we shall see. ha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I could take a poll amongst the men and see what they say about the powers of Pie and the man's heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-5280603000356202138?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5280603000356202138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5280603000356202138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5280603000356202138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5280603000356202138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/11/piethe-way-to-mans-heart.html' title='PIE...the way to a man&apos;s heart?'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5879837546740303531</id><published>2010-11-20T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:58:22.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;My closest cousin's Birthday is today. Brittany Smithee. We are 3 months and 5 days apart. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;7 years ago last Saturday, she passed away. I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't get to tell her how much I loved her and how she inspired me constantly. She was wonderful and a so much fun to be around. I have so many great memories of Brit. I miss her. Here is a link to her favorite song.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_lrrq_opng"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_lrrq_opng"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Can Only Imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We played it at her funeral too. I can't listen to it without crying, but enough time has passed that when I hear it my tears are happy ones, not sad. I am so grateful to be a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I know that my family is eternal and that I will see Brittany again. Here are the lyrics to this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I Can Only Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MercyMe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;"I can only imagine what it will be like, when I walk by Your side...&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, what my eyes will see, when Your Face is before me!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine. I can only imagine. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine! I can only imagine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only imagine, when that day comes, when I find myself standing in the Son!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, when all I will do, is forever, forever worship You!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine! I can only imagine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only imagine! Yeah! I can only imagine!! Only imagine!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only imagine, when all I do is forever, forever worship You!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-5879837546740303531?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5879837546740303531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5879837546740303531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5879837546740303531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5879837546740303531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/11/brittany.html' title='Brittany'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1399314515298861438</id><published>2010-11-15T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:13:52.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I experienced a little miracle today. This might not sound like a miracle to you but to me it was. I found parking close to campus where I work. I just said a prayer that I could find parking quickly 'cause I was in a real big hurry and I just didn't have the energy to drive around forever, walk forever and then call in late. The Lord knew this and I drove right to an open space where there is normally no spaces at all. I parked, walked normally and clocked into work at 9:59am! WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was such a blessing. It reminded me of all the little blessings that we receive throughout our days that I hardly recognize as a blessing. This experience brought to mind this scripture in The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, 1 Nephi 1:20&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;" class="searchword"&gt;tender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" title="Gen. 32: 10; Alma 34: 38; D&amp;amp;C 46: 15." type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/1/20c"&gt;&lt;b class="searchword"&gt;mercies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" title="TG Deliverance." type="B" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_ne/1/20d"&gt;deliverance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stop and acknowledge the Lord's hand in my life it makes the blessing even sweeter to know that someone is on my side. That someone is looking out for me and actively participating in my life. I am not alone in the world. I don't have the means or the power to do everything that I accomplish during the day. I just can't do it on my own. It reminds me of a quote from one of the General Authorities. Forgive me I don't remember the exact quote or who said it but the essence of it says that; If we let the Lord take part in our lives, if we let him help us, by turning to him etc. He can make much more of our lives than we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;could alone. This really touched my heart and rang true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about a lesson I learned on my mission. When I was going on my mission I gave a farewell talk. In it I said something along the lines of, "I know that I have been called to serve the Lord, and I know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can do it with the Lord's help"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  When I came home from my mission after many experiences and some lessons on humility were learned, I discovered a flaw in my statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unintentionally I made the Lord an afterthought. I discovered that my statement needed to be tweaked. In my homecoming talk I shared this discovery. "I was called on a mission to serve the Lord and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the Lord&lt;/span&gt;, I can do it." I loved this lesson. It has made me realize that I really can't do things solely by myself and that when I rely on the Lord and let him shape and mold my life it can become much better than when I attempt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I am just feeling very Grateful today. Life is good. Especially when you take the time to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1399314515298861438?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1399314515298861438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1399314515298861438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1399314515298861438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1399314515298861438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-644117504607511639</id><published>2010-11-10T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:32:47.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boppie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My baby brother turned 19 today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can you believe it?! I remember the day he was born. My Grandma Smithee came out to spend some time with us and she took us to a movie that night. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101301/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I Want For Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its a pretty good movie. I especially like how the boy gets into his dad's diner at night and makes the girl he likes and his little sister amazing burgers. ha, its funny what you remember, and then at the end of the movie a lady has a baby. It all wraps up nicely. Shortly after the movie my dad came home and told us that my mom had had the baby and the it was a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I immediately ran into my room and cried. I don't really know why exactly but I was happy. The next day we went and met Adam Joshua and we got to take blue bubble gum cigars to school with stickers that said, "Its a BOY!" on them. It was pretty exciting. I sure loved that little stinker and I still do. Im so grateful that I get to spend a semester at BYU with him and take a class with him AND work with him. Its really been a slice of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Here are a few pictures of Adam and I doing what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole these car pictures from my parents camera. Adam went to some museum or something with his Priest's Quarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuK2vnOntI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FXUzTTwEi68/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172839880728274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuK2vnOntI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FXUzTTwEi68/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuK2Cl17hI/AAAAAAAAAaw/U79Jy5irauc/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172827795320338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuK2Cl17hI/AAAAAAAAAaw/U79Jy5irauc/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next few pictures are of Adam and I on our camping trip. I blogged about it a while back but here are some of the pictures. It was so fun. He randomly asked me if I wanted to go camping with him. I told him uh sure if you plan it all and take care of it, we can go right after I come home from work. He did too. He had the suburban packed and our gear all loaded and even made up tinfoil dinners and brought smores stuff. We couldn't find a camping spot so we just picked a little meadow off the side of the road. That night we read Calvin and Hobbes comics and I showed him the star constellations I knew. It is one of my favorite memories with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKP692BfI/AAAAAAAAAao/6sKbUGJvG7o/s1600/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172172913477106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKP692BfI/AAAAAAAAAao/6sKbUGJvG7o/s400/171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKPVaL7xI/AAAAAAAAAag/C6gBLYk11mI/s1600/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172162831806226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKPVaL7xI/AAAAAAAAAag/C6gBLYk11mI/s400/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKPATN2SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QHRsMrz9Juk/s1600/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172157165426978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKPATN2SI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QHRsMrz9Juk/s400/166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKOt_bf_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_loDQMk0O84/s1600/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172152250597362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKOt_bf_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_loDQMk0O84/s400/163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKOYs-X3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/AsAkkyskMw0/s1600/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538172146536046450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuKOYs-X3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/AsAkkyskMw0/s400/156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJeumq6qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hi-XdM9cIsA/s1600/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538171327781464738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJeumq6qI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hi-XdM9cIsA/s400/152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJd2VQQMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x-9bjxg1SWA/s1600/IMGP6072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538171312676028610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJd2VQQMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x-9bjxg1SWA/s400/IMGP6072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJdlXgGmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yaS_U9LX0jc/s1600/IMGP6070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538171308122053218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJdlXgGmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yaS_U9LX0jc/s400/IMGP6070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Sunday,Adam let me do his hair, and I put some palm aid in it and swirled the end like a Cupie Doll. He even wore it to church like that! It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJdQVs3dI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2b64NQbBjZM/s1600/IMGP5825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538171302477356498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJdQVs3dI/AAAAAAAAAZo/2b64NQbBjZM/s400/IMGP5825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJdCRagSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kuibKD6XmME/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538171298701279522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuJdCRagSI/AAAAAAAAAZg/kuibKD6XmME/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PROM. or maybe Homecoming with Becca. I like Becca. What a little stud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIdTLwbeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cmvhNA4Aj84/s1600/IMGP5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538170203729325538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIdTLwbeI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cmvhNA4Aj84/s400/IMGP5758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't remember what he was doing to my mom but it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIdLcFnhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/n8OAnnkyAZs/s1600/may%2B1st-14th%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538170201650339346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIdLcFnhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/n8OAnnkyAZs/s400/may%2B1st-14th%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We both had braces....it was my second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIc5gvF_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ssk_IqFhkoE/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538170196837996530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIc5gvF_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ssk_IqFhkoE/s400/145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st Day of School. Senior year of High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIcRJXvnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9DNVNgueNVI/s1600/IMGP5815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538170186002579058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIcRJXvnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9DNVNgueNVI/s400/IMGP5815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up of the Cupie Doll hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIcDe_ZUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8hH39tmdSH4/s1600/dark%2Bhair%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538170182335161666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuIcDe_ZUI/AAAAAAAAAY4/8hH39tmdSH4/s400/dark%2Bhair%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam in our puppet class we are taking together. We are making marionettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sure love you! More than words can wield the matter, dearer than eyesight, space, liberty, beyond all things rich or rare!&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/4639711519120612732-644117504607511639?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/644117504607511639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=644117504607511639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/644117504607511639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/644117504607511639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-boppie.html' title='Happy Birthday Boppie!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuK2vnOntI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FXUzTTwEi68/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-628960411384790124</id><published>2010-11-10T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:39:31.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just have to go for it.</title><content type='html'>When I was little I would walk to school with my sisters. Most of the way there were sidewalks and I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;jump over the cracks so I wouldn't break my mother's back, and then I would make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt;! I would wish for all kinds of things, but more often than not I would wish that I could have black hair like my dad. I didn't not like my head of tow hair but I just wanted to be like my dad. I forgot that wish for a while and kept my hair naturally blonde and highlighted it lighter throughout the years then for my whole adult life I have wondered what I would look like with darker hair.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just gotta get things out of your system. I finally dyed my hair! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, yup my childhood wish came true! Well a shade or two lighter. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuAVKbb_qI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Mex3sORUErw/s1600/dark%2Bhair%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuAVKbb_qI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Mex3sORUErw/s400/dark%2Bhair%2B101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538161267847200418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuBLeGIhkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/X7ZY55DWMwU/s1600/dark%2Bhair%2B107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuBLeGIhkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/X7ZY55DWMwU/s400/dark%2Bhair%2B107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538162200839489090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuAU08gvTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BTsAfovwI2o/s1600/dark%2Bhair%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuAU08gvTI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BTsAfovwI2o/s400/dark%2Bhair%2B105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538161262080343346" 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/4639711519120612732-628960411384790124?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/628960411384790124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=628960411384790124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/628960411384790124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/628960411384790124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-you-just-have-to-go-for-it.html' title='Sometimes you just have to go for it.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNuAVKbb_qI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Mex3sORUErw/s72-c/dark%2Bhair%2B101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-2966731540176855766</id><published>2010-11-10T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:05:45.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add a little Zest to your Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When I hear the word&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I think 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First I think of  the zest or peel of a citrus fruit, and how I don’t have a zester but  that I really want one, because I really like lemons in the things that I  cook, like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY I LIKE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEMONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and come to think of it I may like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second I think about the old commercial Jingle from my childhood.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♪ You’re not fully clean, unless you’re Zestfully clean! ♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I  still sing that to myself occasionally while I’m in the shower. Not  that I use Zest soap, I actually use Lever 2000, their new aloe kind,  but that jingle is just so dang catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I google imaged Zest and this is  what it came up with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eziserv.com/imgs/ASDA_Zest_ISDS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://eziserv.com/imgs/ASDA_&lt;wbr&gt;Zest_ISDS.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Isn’t that crazy?! I guess it is pretty green though. Maybe we should get on board with the UK.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Next I went to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.com/" target="_blank"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; and looked up &lt;i&gt;Zest. &lt;/i&gt;Here is the result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;       &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;keen relish; hearty enjoyment; gusto.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;an agreeable or piquant flavor imparted to something.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;anything added to impart flavor, enhance one's appreciation, etc.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;piquancy; interest; charm.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;liveliness or energy; animating spirit.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the peel, esp. the thin outer peel, of a citrus fruit used for flavoring: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;lemon zest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used with object) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table style="width: 284px; height: 24px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;to give zest, relish, or piquancy to.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last random note about me is that one of my Favorite drinks is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Rootbeer&lt;/span&gt; with a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; lemon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;wedge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in it. LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;It's my signature drink. Try it! You will love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now go out and find what gives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU a ZEST for LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-2966731540176855766?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2966731540176855766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=2966731540176855766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/2966731540176855766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/2966731540176855766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/11/add-little-zest-to-your-life.html' title='Add a little Zest to your Life!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7353394271032651216</id><published>2010-11-08T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:04:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions Decisions Decisions</title><content type='html'>SOOOO..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween, I dyed my hair black. Don't worry. It was only temporary spray in black hair dye. Here are a few pictures for you to see! So, I may have fallen asleep for a bit and that hair dye is all over my face. I look like Mary Poppins when she chimney sweeps with Burt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicp4i4NfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zOXDSPjKWt8/s1600/dracula+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicp4i4NfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zOXDSPjKWt8/s400/dracula+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537347985219270130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicq5OixvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9wSxpR7hPYo/s1600/dracula+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicq5OixvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9wSxpR7hPYo/s400/dracula+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537348002582284018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicqh4St2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/i5Cd0UKkzdI/s1600/dracula+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicqh4St2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/i5Cd0UKkzdI/s400/dracula+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537347996314941282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicqYJ33kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BOoNkuaHOR8/s1600/dracula+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicqYJ33kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/BOoNkuaHOR8/s400/dracula+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537347993704324674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicqJo8ZSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tNhwM4Grdyg/s1600/dracula+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicqJo8ZSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tNhwM4Grdyg/s400/dracula+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537347989808112930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dark hair...I am getting my hair dyed tomorrow and I am thinking about going dark brown with some red undertones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;BLONDE &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;BROWN&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Please give me your opinions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7353394271032651216?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7353394271032651216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7353394271032651216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7353394271032651216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7353394271032651216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/11/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions Decisions Decisions'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TNicp4i4NfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zOXDSPjKWt8/s72-c/dracula+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1924775480621485429</id><published>2010-10-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:56:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life: and Dracula</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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(my friend liz, and all of you guys who used to comment. i know ive let you down lately :) )&lt;br /&gt;2. i have updated my blog, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;3. i am working on a monster post, just for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;3. i am back in Provo going to school.&lt;br /&gt;4. i left my contract in st. george early. it wasn't working out.&lt;br /&gt;5. i live on 900 east close to my last place with no one i knew but now i know them.&lt;br /&gt;6. i pushed back graduation till April 2011 due to pell grant money and them not wanting to pay for my stats class that i have already failed unless i am a full time student.&lt;br /&gt;7. i work at BYU-Info Still. ugh. but i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;8. i am just a part time student this semester. Puppetry is my only class. ha! and! i am taking it with adam. my brother. its fun.&lt;br /&gt;9. i am still busy with stage management. i was ASM for Homecoming Spectacular at BYU. now i am working on Dracula! its been fun. and then in a couple weeks i am doing the Nutcracker with the Utah Valley Regional Ballet for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;10. i am doing a month long detox which has been pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Forget to get your Tickets for Dracula! Opening Night was last night and it was awesome! Don't miss out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1924775480621485429?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1924775480621485429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1924775480621485429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1924775480621485429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1924775480621485429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-and-dracula.html' title='Life: and Dracula'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5639872814399323194</id><published>2010-10-19T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:55:26.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dracula: the perfect Halloween event!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TL3gTmURryI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AxIhzdtzti8/s1600/Facebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TL3gTmURryI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AxIhzdtzti8/s400/Facebook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529822544788565794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for something fun to do this Halloween this is the ultimate! Dracula is being performed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1930's radio style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up at the castle theatre in Provo, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;I am the Production Stage Manager for this event and I cannot wait for it to open Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Get your tickets now at www.mortalfools.org!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PERFORMANCE DATES:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;Friday, October 22nd @ 8:00 PM&lt;/strike&gt; SOLD OUT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday, October 23rd @ 8:00 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday, October 25th @ 8:00 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday, October 29th @ 8:00 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday, October 30th @ 10:00 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday, October 30th @ MIDNIGHT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Tickets Now Before they are SOLD OUT for the night you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast is Amazing! Vocal talents include: David Morgan, Barrett Ogden, Jake Suazo, Alexis Wardle Boss, Chris Kendrick, Annadee Morgan. We also have Cherie Julander and Jason Jensen on our SFX crew! and the extremely talented Dan Andersen tickling the ivories, wailing on the accordion and screeching dramatically on the violin! Not to mention it is all being directed by the brilliant Christopher Clark. Oh! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing is story boarded? By three different artists. Can I say AMAZING one more time? I think I just did. and you will too when you come to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting is incredible! The Castle Theatre is nestled into the mountainside up above the State Mental Hospital. We are doing the show in the indoor upstairs theatre, it is actually the old kitchen. It is creepy! It is cold! (bring a jacket, blanket, a date, whatever keeps you warm) It is fantastic! and the perfect way to celebrate All Hallows Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be one of my favorite things I have been involved with so please come and support live theater in your community and Mortal Fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. on a non dracula note, Liz, I am working on blog updates about my summer. I will hopefully have an installment up soon for ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-5639872814399323194?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5639872814399323194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5639872814399323194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5639872814399323194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5639872814399323194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/10/dracula-perfect-halloween-event.html' title='Dracula: the perfect Halloween event!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TL3gTmURryI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AxIhzdtzti8/s72-c/Facebook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7340829378032589068</id><published>2010-08-13T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:28:26.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TGW47fvB8pI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KEn09ehXYso/s1600/moon+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TGW47fvB8pI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KEn09ehXYso/s400/moon+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505009451800851090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written on this blog in eons. Huh, eons. That is such a great word. You say it, out loud. EONS. nice. Well Today is Friday the 13th. I absolutely hate this day. I don't know why but whenever it comes around I just feel a little off. But this year I am trying to make it a good one. I have so much to catch up on blog wise, like moving to st. george to do an internship with the Tuacahn and that whole experience, meeting a certain someone and almost falling in love only to have it just not work out and that whole experience, decided that I was finally done with my internship and all the not so great things about it and putting in my two weeks notice, training my replacement, registering for classes, getting into a few new projects I am excited to start, Homecoming Spectacular! and calling up my favorite job I have ever had and getting rehired! This is a big shout out to BYU INFO!!! I am so excited to come back 'home'. Even better that my little brother, Adam, is starting training there on Monday! Way to keep things in the family Info! You wont be sorry with that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I decided to blog using a photo from the sixth folder and 13th picture in that folder for friday the 13th and wow, look what it is! A picture of INFO! Just wanted to say hi everyone and I am coming back! That is one thing I really am excited about! Woot Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7340829378032589068?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7340829378032589068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7340829378032589068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7340829378032589068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7340829378032589068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/TGW47fvB8pI/AAAAAAAAAVo/KEn09ehXYso/s72-c/moon+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-4530467479529400363</id><published>2010-06-04T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:06:28.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHs7pjnlBuo/Rcd1G3eefdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4PiLrh0pyh8/s400/love-letter-opener-favor-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHs7pjnlBuo/Rcd1G3eefdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4PiLrh0pyh8/s400/love-letter-opener-favor-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love letters are the best kind of letters to get because it is an act of commitment by putting thoughts and feelings into words. Into written words. A letter can be kept forever and read again and again. It captures a moment in time, sealing up emotions like bottling a fine wine. Once opened it is delicious to the taste, but with time, it becomes even sweeter and more valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-4530467479529400363?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4530467479529400363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=4530467479529400363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/4530467479529400363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/4530467479529400363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter,'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eHs7pjnlBuo/Rcd1G3eefdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4PiLrh0pyh8/s72-c/love-letter-opener-favor-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1882373401126393719</id><published>2010-05-07T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T01:42:18.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S-PDU4nnI7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xInlCC-eVEo/s1600/25271_608801721244_193302903_34598374_7164711_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S-PDU4nnI7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xInlCC-eVEo/s400/25271_608801721244_193302903_34598374_7164711_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468429136121242546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of like this face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1882373401126393719?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1882373401126393719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1882373401126393719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1882373401126393719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1882373401126393719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S-PDU4nnI7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xInlCC-eVEo/s72-c/25271_608801721244_193302903_34598374_7164711_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6375478476947891011</id><published>2010-04-17T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:31:58.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Beauty All Around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S8qY8LSFp4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/e2ddvI-uw4s/s1600/4311589186_8bd6c5e12f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S8qY8LSFp4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/e2ddvI-uw4s/s400/4311589186_8bd6c5e12f_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461345657728378754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! Wasn't today a BEAUTIFUL day?! Seriously! I loved it. This photo was taken by the pioneer woman. I love that color blue and wanted to share some beauty with all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6375478476947891011?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6375478476947891011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6375478476947891011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6375478476947891011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6375478476947891011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-beauty-all-around.html' title='There Is Beauty All Around!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S8qY8LSFp4I/AAAAAAAAAU8/e2ddvI-uw4s/s72-c/4311589186_8bd6c5e12f_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-8292704251123951803</id><published>2010-04-16T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:54:48.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazingpaper.com.au/persistent/catalogue_images/products/Butterflies%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.amazingpaper.com.au/persistent/catalogue_images/products/Butterflies%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what the insides of my stomach feels like. except not cute fruity butterflies, black attack butterflies. Doing aerial dives and loop de loops. I think I'm going to be sick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-8292704251123951803?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8292704251123951803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=8292704251123951803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8292704251123951803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8292704251123951803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6812710718374452527</id><published>2010-04-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:24:36.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of My Heroes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S8VMDqrPTBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-Ru1skaMRQ0/s1600/IMGP5577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S8VMDqrPTBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-Ru1skaMRQ0/s400/IMGP5577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459853749135559698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my sister Amber a lot lately. She has been through a rough time right now. She broke her foot and had to have surgery. Unfortunately almost everything that could go wrong did. Including waking up during the middle of surgery and the surgeon cutting a nerve as he dove to catch her from hitting her head on the ground. Yes, it is true. She is coming through like a champ! It's been hard but really no one and I sincerely believe this could handle it better despite what she thinks. This is one of the reasons why she is one of my heroes. I have looked up to her all of my life, well not literally because I passed her up height wise around the age of 11, but I do look up to her in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; other way. She is just amazing. She is someone who is completely selfless. As kids she used to come up with all kinds of plans to create and make money. I was always employed in these schemes. Incredible edible boogers and play dough babies are two of my favorites that come to mind. Yes she actually sold these and was successful. Now a days, she has her own photography business, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BellaRay Photography,&lt;/span&gt; where she does weddings, senior portraits and specializes in babies! She does such stunning photos! She has a gift! Speaking of babies, she has 3, well 3 kids and they are 4 almost 5, 2 almost 3 and one that is almost 1! She is the best mom and really loves her beautiful kids! They are lucky lucky ducks! One thing that I really love and appreciate about my sister is how thoughtful she is. I am always receiving something in the mail that I have talked about, such as that lamp that I gushed about a few months ago. One day I got a call from my mom saying that a package was there from someone. It was the glass balls I needed to make my lamp and Amber sent them to me. She also sent me a cookbook in the mail that I had been wanting and along with it another book that made me laugh for days! She is always encouraging me and helping me through all my woes. :) I really do need her advice for so many things. During my mission, she wrote me every week and sent me packages. I looked forward to her letters and support each week. She has been there for every important event in my life, whether in person or in spirit. She is always thinking about other people whether it is her Visiting Teachees or a neighbor, her husband or a friend she is tireless in her crusade of being Amber and that is a hero to so many people, but especially to me. I get to go out and see her next week again and I am excited. I love to spend time with her and feel very lucky to be her sister. Love you Bambie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6812710718374452527?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6812710718374452527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6812710718374452527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6812710718374452527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6812710718374452527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-of-my-heroes.html' title='One Of My Heroes.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S8VMDqrPTBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-Ru1skaMRQ0/s72-c/IMGP5577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-926800507666962354</id><published>2010-03-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:32:27.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is CRAZY how....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S6kHLwQK7VI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1HzPqfsX5zY/s1600-h/new+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S6kHLwQK7VI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1HzPqfsX5zY/s400/new+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451896722421378386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TIME PASSES SO QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really hard for me to believe that this show, The Tempest, has been over for, lets see, over 3 months. It feels like forever and yet like yesterday. I never really got to blog about these fabulous people in my life...I don't think that this blog could truly show you how much I love and admire each of them but I hope this picture shows you a little bit. We had a lot of fun on this tour. 42 performances. Yes, we survived and we are stronger because of it. I really miss them. I got to see Brighton frequently because she was in the show I just finished. Blood Wedding. That was fun. She was the voice of the moon, and if the moon could talk, it would sound like Brighton. I ran into Alison the other day and then saw her and Guy her husband at my show. That was the highlight of my week! I seriously cried when I saw her. Caitlin came and saw the show too and man was it refreshing to just be in her presence. Brittney and her husband Lalo came to the show as well and I think I attacked her! Two of my best friends were there that night and I just said, a hi! thanks for coming all the way down from salt lake...and then I saw Brittney and I practically jumped on her. :) I really just love the way she makes me laugh! and I didn't get to talk to Lalo, just a wave, but it was just so Lalo perfect. Oh, I also get to see Megan on a weekly basis in class. She is just so dang smart. Two people MIA in my life right now though are Erin and her quirky self and Sam. Man, I hope fate is working that out because I sure do miss them. I am planning a get together for the end of April....are you there? Did you all hear that? So put it on your calendars, because I cannot wait to catch up with all of you and your lives. I feel like my right arm has been cut off without you and that so much has to have happened that I don't even know about! I feel very blessed to have met these fine people, they have changed my life for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-926800507666962354?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/926800507666962354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=926800507666962354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/926800507666962354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/926800507666962354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-crazy-how.html' title='It is CRAZY how....'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S6kHLwQK7VI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1HzPqfsX5zY/s72-c/new+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1646346333572126222</id><published>2010-03-10T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:41:51.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD WEDDING</title><content type='html'>Come and see Blood Wedding at BYU. I am the PSM for the show, (production stage manager). It is a beautiful play. Be warned though, it is a very stylized tragedy. You won't leave feeling good, but it will provoke thought and discussion. I hated it when I first read it, but Rodger and Caroline have really made it into something amazing! The cast is amazing too! We run through March 20th. This week Wednesday-Saturday with a matinee on Saturday, and then next week Tuesday-Saturday. If you want tickets you should get them fast as the seating is limited. You will regret it if you miss out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1646346333572126222?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1646346333572126222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1646346333572126222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1646346333572126222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1646346333572126222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/03/blood-wedding.html' title='BLOOD WEDDING'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-701829612670337899</id><published>2010-02-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:53:26.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S4NeRgmBHdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c9yYiaBpirA/s1600-h/IMGP6255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S4NeRgmBHdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c9yYiaBpirA/s400/IMGP6255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441296429693869522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of my BEST friend's birthday's! She is a quarter of a century and she is beautiful! This picture was taken when i was having a breakdown and she cheered me up! we got king kong cones from Macey's and only ate like half of one, but still, it was the experience. She is such an amazing sweet beautiful woman and she is an inspiration to me! So happy birthday Cam! This year will be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-701829612670337899?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/701829612670337899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=701829612670337899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/701829612670337899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/701829612670337899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-cam.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAM!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S4NeRgmBHdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c9yYiaBpirA/s72-c/IMGP6255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1131456642644645319</id><published>2010-02-17T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:06:33.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Face Did It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3uwDVwvevI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rCurtRc-eJo/s1600-h/IMGP5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3uwDVwvevI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rCurtRc-eJo/s400/IMGP5824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439134546407684850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This face made it into this school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://byugameday.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/byu-cougars.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 301px;" src="http://byugameday.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/byu-cougars.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't worried about it, he was a sure win! He got a 33 on his ACT. Come on, genius. I am really very proud of him and all his accomplishments.  I got to go to his choir concert last Friday and I got a little teary eyed I was so proud of him. Not only is he a genius, he is also extremely talented. He can play the piano by ear and has some mad guitar skills as well as some pipes that will blow you away! I can't wait to see how he will shine at the Y. The only semi lame thing about this whole thing is that I am seven years older than him and used to change his diapers and we will be in college together! ha! I gotta get out of here! Congrats Boppy! I sure do love you! YOU DID IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1131456642644645319?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1131456642644645319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1131456642644645319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1131456642644645319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1131456642644645319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-face-did-it.html' title='This Face Did It!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3uwDVwvevI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rCurtRc-eJo/s72-c/IMGP5824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-868998659315140883</id><published>2010-02-08T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:49:58.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well look at what I did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3D1xCVsIPI/AAAAAAAAATs/CZoI1Ww_P9M/s1600-h/january+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3D1xCVsIPI/AAAAAAAAATs/CZoI1Ww_P9M/s400/january+2010+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436114973026427122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3D1wTwOY5I/AAAAAAAAATk/B8lcwZTr9zw/s1600-h/january+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3D1wTwOY5I/AAAAAAAAATk/B8lcwZTr9zw/s400/january+2010+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436114960521257874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our photo shoot was pretty successful! I loved it! well it was pretty fun and here are the results. ok so the 3rd 8x10 has random girls in it...i thought i printed 3 but alas only 2 came home with me.  so its kind of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found these magnet boards and hung up the rest of the pictures. its been nice to have a few new things on the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-868998659315140883?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/868998659315140883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=868998659315140883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/868998659315140883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/868998659315140883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-look-at-what-i-did.html' title='Well look at what I did!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S3D1xCVsIPI/AAAAAAAAATs/CZoI1Ww_P9M/s72-c/january+2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-8280016297806038472</id><published>2010-01-29T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:14:29.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Advertising-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21kcUp0UslL._SL500_AA200_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21kcUp0UslL._SL500_AA200_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230/Betty-Crocker-Traditional_5E322957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://s2.thisnext.com/media/230x230/Betty-Crocker-Traditional_5E322957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little humdingers have been tempting me. I am trying not to eat tons of sweet things, if any at all lately and I was watching a little tv the other night before rehearsal when a commercial came on for these brownies. I started to salivate. What was going on?! The advertising was working! I wanted that brownie and I wanted it NOW! I didn't give in however, even though I have a box in the pantry. SUCCESS! but then the next night a commercial came on for Milky Way bars. Um, how did they know that my FAVORITE candy bar  is a Milky Way? and the way they advertised was so pleasant....and how ironic how I watch maybe a half an hour of tv every few days and two of my Sweetest Weaknesses were laid before me? I mean come on?! Really though it was quite funny. and i have yet to eat either of them and its been almost a week. Now that is Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-8280016297806038472?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8280016297806038472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=8280016297806038472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8280016297806038472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8280016297806038472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/commercial-advertising.html' title='Commercial Advertising-'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-2513394986369180785</id><published>2010-01-26T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:14:38.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! Fortune Cookie Predicts LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kbbakery.com/sitebuilder/images/DSC009513-411x344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px" alt="" src="http://kbbakery.com/sitebuilder/images/DSC009513-411x344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORTUNE COOKIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love them! I don't know what it is about fortune cookies but they just make me happy! Its so perfect, this little cookie that is shaped all cool with just enough sweetness and inside is a happy little suprise! Bing! Your future! hahaha or you know just a little note, depending on your beliefs. I think that fortune cookies are such a novelty, thats why I like them. They are good right after a wonderful american chinese dinner, or dipped in chocolate! YUM! They are happy sweet little suprises! Here are a few fortunes I have gotten this year so far, I keep them on the dash of my car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Be prepared to modify your plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It'll be good for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Try something new and different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You will like the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are both really interesting. I guess I need to try something new. But! here is the real winner! I spent part of New Year's Eve with my best friend Sass' family. We were there when the New Year came in. That was a lot of fun, after we ran outside and banged on pots and pans, we went back in and Ellen and John had made chocolate dipped fortune cookies...Our fortune for the NEW YEAR!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here is what mine said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your love life will soon be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;happy and harmonious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WHAT!?! Yes! I thanked the ceiling and then read mine outloud. I was met with tears of joy from my second family. Cries of, "There is hope after all!" Rang out loud! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and apparently it is going to happen, 'soon', and at least within the year, because, hello! this is my fortune for the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I believe in a lot of things, but I really hope that this fortune cookie is right. Until it happens, it will be sitting on my dashboard along with the others, reminding me to "try something new and different", while I "modify my plan", and then my love life with be happy and harmonious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Confucious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-2513394986369180785?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2513394986369180785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=2513394986369180785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/2513394986369180785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/2513394986369180785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/extra-extra-fortune-cookie-predicts.html' title='Extra! 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Fortune Cookie Predicts LOVE!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-3309901668911140026</id><published>2010-01-22T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:58:49.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apocalypse</title><content type='html'>I just found out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://shopping.aol.com/articles/2010/01/21/discontinued-max-factor-prescriptives/?ncid=AOLCOMMshopDYNLprim0001&amp;amp;icid=maincompaq-desktopdl6link3http%3A%2F%2Fshopping.aol.com%2Farticles%2F2010%2F01%2F21%2Fdiscontinued-max-factor-prescriptives%2F%3Fncid%3DAOLCOMMshopDYNLprim0001"&gt;http://shopping.aol.com/articles/2010/01/21/discontinued-max-factor-prescriptives/?ncid=AOLCOMMshopDYNLprim0001&amp;amp;icid=maincompaq-desktopdl6link3http%3A%2F%2Fshopping.aol.com%2Farticles%2F2010%2F01%2F21%2Fdiscontinued-max-factor-prescriptives%2F%3Fncid%3DAOLCOMMshopDYNLprim0001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they are discontinuing my favorite makeup brand MAX FACTOR! ARGH. I have used their &lt;strong&gt;pan stick foundation&lt;/strong&gt; since I started using makeup 13 years ago! and I used to really love their 2000 calorie mascara and lots of other things too. I can live without them though, its the pan stick i don't know WHAT i am going to do without! It reminds me of this quote from P.S. I Love You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001435/"&gt;Denise Hennessey&lt;/a&gt;: I hate cosmetics companies. They get you addicted to the perfect lipstick or nail polish and then 6 months later, they discontinue it. You have to buy your favorite colors like your storing up for the Apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better get online and start storing up for the Apocalypse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-3309901668911140026?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3309901668911140026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=3309901668911140026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3309901668911140026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3309901668911140026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/apocalypse.html' title='The Apocalypse'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1981884766568995039</id><published>2010-01-20T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:30:46.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain, where have you been?</title><content type='html'>Number of times I've left my lights on and my car died this month.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice. sometimes, well often i have to wonder where my brain has been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1981884766568995039?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1981884766568995039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1981884766568995039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1981884766568995039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1981884766568995039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/brain-where-have-you-been.html' title='Brain, where have you been?'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-9015504043681808244</id><published>2010-01-20T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:14:32.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Wishes, Wishes and Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1fE_Lhcc-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/GtD8iz5dFBo/s1600-h/IMGP6607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1fE_Lhcc-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/GtD8iz5dFBo/s400/IMGP6607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429024465522291682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' and Hopin' and Thinkin' and Prayin' and Plannin' and Dreamin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming a lot lately. Hoping and planning for my future. Its not all fun and games and some of my plans aren't going to be easy coming, in fact they will all take a lot of work to accomplish them, as they should. I appreciate things a lot more when I have to work for them. I guess I've recently started thinking about who I am going to marry someday. Not for any reason other than I am finally feeling ready to move forward with my life. I got out of a very serious relationship about eight months ago and it didn't end well. Its taken me a while and it isn't over yet, but I am ready to start believing that there is someone out there for me. I think Michael Buble's Song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haven't Met You Yet&lt;/span&gt;, is the perfect expression of how I feel right now. Ok Sir, where are you? I know I haven't met you yet, but I am excited to someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Not Surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not Everything Lasts&lt;br /&gt;I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,&lt;br /&gt;I Stop Keeping Track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk Myself In&lt;br /&gt;I Talk Myself Out&lt;br /&gt;I Get All Worked Up&lt;br /&gt;And Then I Let Myself Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tried So Very Hard Not To Loose It&lt;br /&gt;I Came Up With A Million Excuses&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I Thought Of Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know Someday That It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Have To Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;I Guess It's Half Timing&lt;br /&gt;And The Other Half's Luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever It's Right&lt;br /&gt;You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Somehow I Know That It Will All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid I'll Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Say All's Fair&lt;br /&gt;And In Love And War&lt;br /&gt;But I Won't Need To Fight It&lt;br /&gt;We'll Get It Right&lt;br /&gt;And We'll Be United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Being In Your Life Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;Promise You Kid I'll Give More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Than I Get Than I Get Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh You Know It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh Promise You Kid&lt;br /&gt;To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love .....&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1e7HGEMTmI/AAAAAAAAASs/SHclMUlkW6g/s1600-h/ManHoldingQuestionMarkSmallCropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1e7HGEMTmI/AAAAAAAAASs/SHclMUlkW6g/s400/ManHoldingQuestionMarkSmallCropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429013606380097122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....i wonder what he will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great?! This verse especially strikes me as the stage I am in right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Have To Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;I Guess It's Half Timing&lt;br /&gt;And The Other Half's Luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever It's Right&lt;br /&gt;You Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am the lucky one right? So, I just need to get the timing right! Wish me Luck! and go and listen to the song, its so much better sung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;someone's future wife&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/4639711519120612732-9015504043681808244?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/9015504043681808244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=9015504043681808244' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/9015504043681808244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/9015504043681808244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams-and-wishes-wishes-and-dreams.html' title='Dreams and Wishes, Wishes and Dreams...'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1fE_Lhcc-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/GtD8iz5dFBo/s72-c/IMGP6607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5770278237006568679</id><published>2010-01-19T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:58:37.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hippie friend Rachel Flower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1ZxLrtCUvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bUNjt5hynz8/s1600-h/amanda+ashton+421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428650846365831922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1ZxLrtCUvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bUNjt5hynz8/s400/amanda+ashton+421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rachel. I just lover her guts. She and I were roommates with Nicole last year and what a year that was! I learned a lot from this girl. She has such a happy positive attitude all of the time. She is really good at smiling, offering me tea, leaving encouraging love notes on my pillow and purrrrrring. :) I just wanted to say that I saw her and Tim the other day on campus. Random chance meeting, but it totally made my day. We talked for a little while and exchanged stories. She told me about the campus cats that live in the sculpture garden behind the MOA. Her and Tim had been watching them. She just enjoys life. She has slept in a park before too. I call her my hippie roommate because she is all about love and living and the beatles, her and Nicole LOVE the beatles, and records and tie dye. Seriously. The best part about this run in though is that I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so much my &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHEEKS &lt;/span&gt;hurt! They were going into spasms! I guess I haven't smiled a lot lately...so I am grateful for a friend who is so wonderful she makes my cheeks hurt. Thanks Rach! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-5770278237006568679?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5770278237006568679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5770278237006568679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5770278237006568679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5770278237006568679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hippie-friend-rachel-flower.html' title='My Hippie friend Rachel Flower!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1ZxLrtCUvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/bUNjt5hynz8/s72-c/amanda+ashton+421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5785941971126524018</id><published>2010-01-18T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:13:48.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommate Bonding:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U9XqotcrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dteed3jsd74/s1600-h/GLamour+ShOTs+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U9XqotcrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dteed3jsd74/s400/GLamour+ShOTs+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428312402656326322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOOooo.... this is what i spent my sunday evening doing. :) My roommates and i decided to do roommate pictures, glamor style! i bought this 11x13 inch frame on sale at target during the holidays and we needed to fill it, so it is a choice between the one on top or this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U95txOERI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8aQXEPHzhUg/s1600-h/GLamour+ShOTs+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U95txOERI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8aQXEPHzhUg/s400/GLamour+ShOTs+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428312987612877074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i will blow them both up and when i get them on the wall maybe i will take a picture and let you know how it all turned out. overall the experience was fun! its always nice to get all dressed up and girly....and we all know that doesn't happen for me too often :). it was fun to bond with my roommates and do hair and makeup and then have jacob and randy take our pictures. life is all about making memories. and these were some pretty memorable ones! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U_ETpEXrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ft2r4a0Hix0/s1600-h/GLamour+ShOTs+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U_ETpEXrI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ft2r4a0Hix0/s400/GLamour+ShOTs+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428314269089554098" 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/4639711519120612732-5785941971126524018?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5785941971126524018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5785941971126524018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5785941971126524018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5785941971126524018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/roommate-bonding.html' title='Roommate Bonding:'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1U9XqotcrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dteed3jsd74/s72-c/GLamour+ShOTs+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7899415318474413267</id><published>2010-01-14T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:41:20.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S0_2umLdwPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/meDtDv4YLNA/s1600-h/SmallBubbleChandelier4_JeanPelle-custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426827356387786994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S0_2umLdwPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/meDtDv4YLNA/s400/SmallBubbleChandelier4_JeanPelle-custom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found this today on re-nest.com which is amazing I highly recommend you go and check it out. This is inspiring to me though. It is GORGEOUS. I want to make one. Apparently there is a PDF of how to make it but it wont load for me which makes me pretty sad, i will find a way though! I want them to adorn my house, my wedding someday and bring inspiration daily. LOVE IT! or I could buy them on esty, except it wouldn't be as cool as making one myself&lt;/span&gt;...it just wouldn't quench this inner fire this light has started within me. What inspires you? What lights your fire? What would you like to create?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7899415318474413267?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7899415318474413267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7899415318474413267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7899415318474413267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7899415318474413267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspiration.html' title='INSPIRATION!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S0_2umLdwPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/meDtDv4YLNA/s72-c/SmallBubbleChandelier4_JeanPelle-custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-8923411701547065432</id><published>2009-12-02T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:32:20.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed...</title><content type='html'>I think i am just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-8923411701547065432?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8923411701547065432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=8923411701547065432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8923411701547065432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8923411701547065432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/12/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed...'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6295879000365380785</id><published>2009-10-15T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:28:12.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my iGoogle.</title><content type='html'>It gives me gems like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://inspirationalgadget.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/images/jigsaw.jpg" width="150" height="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;    "The secret of getting started is breaking&lt;br /&gt;    your     complex, overwhelming tasks into&lt;br /&gt;    small      manageable tasks, and then&lt;br /&gt;    starting on the first one."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6295879000365380785?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6295879000365380785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6295879000365380785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6295879000365380785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6295879000365380785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-my-igoogle.html' title='I love my iGoogle.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5279886279822847370</id><published>2009-09-14T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:40:38.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear operators...</title><content type='html'>in light of our recent retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Enthusiasm spells the difference&lt;br /&gt;    between      mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;    and accomplishment."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;- Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget, you MUST smile everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-5279886279822847370?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5279886279822847370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5279886279822847370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5279886279822847370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5279886279822847370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-operators.html' title='dear operators...'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7351786538466127525</id><published>2009-09-14T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:30:16.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://inspirationalgadget.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/images/lighthouse.jpg" width="151" height="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"The heights by great men reached and&lt;br /&gt;   kept,      were not attained by sudden&lt;br /&gt;   flight,      but they, while their companions&lt;br /&gt;   slept,      were toiling upward in the night."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like im always toiling upward in the night. maybe i will become a great man someday...or woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today has been long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got up at 5 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;worked 6-10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;had class, meetings etc 10-2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;worked again from 2-6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;i still have FHE at 7:00pm, im trying to be more involved so i should go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kitchen cleaning party at 8:00pm with the roommates because it wasn't clean when we moved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;then...homework? email? I know I have 2 loads of laundry I have to fold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh yeah, sleep might be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;life is crazy right now but today despite the longness of it hasn't been bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw Rachel girl, my old roommate. she told me i was a lovely flower for missing her. i love her. she is a hippie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw a friend of mine Sara, i haven't seen her since april! It was a lovely run in. she's great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I saw a guy that I know from a show today, Patrick. He always has a smile on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I talked to a friend, Heather by surprise at the scheduling office, it made me smile! I've missed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had a few good talks with people at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kaitlin and I chatted today. She is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got 6 tickets for my family and friends for my show that starts TOMORROW NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Went to a meeting, picked up a script, wrote a resume and cover letter, turned it in on time, got some good feedback from my rocking group, emailed all the people i needed to. returned the gaff tape, went back and picked the gaff tape back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed not to get caught in the rain, but enjoyed the wonderfulness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind came out to say hello too, i love the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Funny STORY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ate a salad for lunch outside. met 2 new people. one girl i sat next to was hilarious. i asked her what she was studying and she said in a whisper, "actually that sitting on the next bench". I was like what? and she said she had to observe him for 10 mins and write a paper about him for a class. she just picked a random person to observe. it made my whole day. it was hilarious. i think my eyes got big and i asked her if i should move...she was nice. it made me wonder how many people have written a story about me? or YOU? huh. then i thought, i want to blog about this....when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;then another girl sat next to me. she is from mexico city. her mom is mormon but will always be catholic at heart. its kinda funny the things you learn about people in a few minutes time. i could probably write a whole paragraph about her but i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ive done a bunch of my homework already too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;im like a machine today. that is a blessing because really i think im going mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;start your day with a prayer is all i have to say. the Lord really is on your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7351786538466127525?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7351786538466127525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7351786538466127525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7351786538466127525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7351786538466127525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-3314172695684614482</id><published>2009-09-03T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:40:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bad to Good....MOOD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mood right now. I am not going to go into why I'm in a bad mood or what happened to put me in that bad mood, just know that they are pretty good reasons. I thought about writing this horrible blog post about my bad day and my bad mood...but something said that I should just count my blessings instead. So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My job. I work at BYU INFO, I've been here since 2004. I really love it here. I love the people that I work with. They are my friends almost like family, well some of them anyway I don't really know the new ones yet.&lt;br /&gt;*For my friend Kaitlin for helping me out today and for talking to me and for patting my back when I cried even though it was sweaty from this horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;*For Becca, who was willing to walk home so she could pick me up so I could get my keys from the underbelly of the Nelke theatre so I wouldn't have to walk.&lt;br /&gt;*For my best friend, Sass, who's birthday is today. She drove to see ME. All I did was buy her a doughnut, let her watch me put my contacts in, do my makeup and my hair and gave her a cd of pictures I've been promising her for the past 3 years, and it wasn't labeled and didn't come in a case and might not even work. She through ME a birthday party a few weeks ago. You can see who is the better friend. I am really grateful for her listening ear and patience and unconditional love. She knows just what I am going through right now. She is the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;*My sister Amber. She is my truest best example of Christ like love. She is someone that I look up, and have my whole life. She is a superwoman, mom of three kids, part-time photographer and living in Kansas. She watches out for me and gives me advice. I love her and would be sad to not have her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;*My sister Autumn. She has been a ball of sunshine in my life lately. I love her laugh, we get in sync sometimes and its crazy. People say we look alike, and that's a compliment because I think she is beautiful. She is going through a hard time right now but she is coming through it like a CHAMP!&lt;br /&gt;*I love Margo. She likes to kick my face. It makes me smile. That might sound weird, but she is still in the womb. She dances when I sing to her or when we go to a movie. (just a note, I'm not the one that is pregnant...)&lt;br /&gt;*For my MOM. She is just so amazing I will never be able to express how much I love her and am grateful for her. She is the most supportive person I know, and when I graduate college in a year, it will be because of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;*My Dad. He is great. He takes care of me and my family. He gives me good advice and I know that he loves me. I don't know a greater man than my dad.&lt;br /&gt;*Adam. He was the first boy...in my family. He has been a great kid lately. I have enjoyed the time we have spent together lately. We went camping together the other night. It was his idea. Just the 2 of us. I learned how to pee in the middle of nowhere, but thats another story for another time. He has always been very sensitive to what his family has been feeling. This is a good quality and I have been blessed by it time and again.&lt;br /&gt;*Kayt, Jaylee and Lincoln: these little munchkins make me smile all of the time. I don't know what it is...they just keep me going and going and going. I think it is the crazy things they do. Kayt called me the other day to tell me she cut off her eyelashes because they were getting too long. oh geez!&lt;br /&gt;*Jim. He is a great husband and father to my sister and their kids. He keeps it real.&lt;br /&gt;*The Crest gas station across the street from where I live. I have recently discovered their drive through drink window. um....this might be a problem because they have the BEST syrup in their sodas in the world!&lt;br /&gt;*Cam. She is one of my best friends and I am grateful for her. I've been thinking about her today and how much I miss her and wish I could see more of her. She is the funnest person to be around. She is constantly inspiring me.&lt;br /&gt;*Jess. I just love her laugh and how much fun we have together. I appreciate her perspective on things. I'm lucky to have her as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;*Kellie. She has such charisma. You can't help but feel better when she comes in a room. She is just so genuine and kind.&lt;br /&gt;*Kelsey. She brought me back a happy hippo from italy or rome or something...for my birthday and I ate it today and it made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;*Em-dog for being so reliable. She is awesome and she fills up my water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;*Richard SC IV. Because I am the only woman in his life and his laugh is so loud and infectious.&lt;br /&gt;*Katie. My new roommate. She listens to me freak out about everything and laughs at me, which is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;*Toilet paper, because really, who can function without it?&lt;br /&gt;*Crystal. She is an example of a strong woman to me. I am grateful for her outlook on life. I am grateful that I know her and that we are friends and even though she is across the country I still feel like we are close.&lt;br /&gt;*Trees. I love them. I love the green ness of them and they way the wind sounds in them.&lt;br /&gt;*My new room. It is awesome and never would have come together without family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;*Tucker. He is my dog.&lt;br /&gt;*Prophets. I've been reading the Conference issue of the Ensign between classes and it has made all of the difference in the world!&lt;br /&gt;*The scriptures. The peace that they bring to me are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;*Can you bullet point this one? The Atonement. I am so grateful for this gift from the Savior. I have learned more about it recently and I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;*Prayer. What an amazing gift our Father has given us! The opportunity to commune with Him is such a blessing. It is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;*The Temple. I have really loved going to the temple. Especially recently. I love to be there and to feel the spirit of peace and love. It has such a renewing effect on my life.&lt;br /&gt;*Pens. I just got the most amazing pen. It is a G2 thick point blue pen. LOVE IT. It makes writing so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;*My car. It gets me places and makes life easier.&lt;br /&gt;*Peppermint anything. I love the taste of peppermint.&lt;br /&gt;*My ceiling fan and smaller fan. Can't sleep without them.&lt;br /&gt;*New glasses/contacts. I can see leaves on the trees again!&lt;br /&gt;*Movies. I. JUST. LOVE. MOVIES. can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;*My amazing cast that I am working with right now and the whole production staff. They are patient with me and kind and teach me all kinds of things. The are such a joy to work with.&lt;br /&gt;*Clorox Disinfecting Wipes, Kleenex and hand sanitizer. Really?  I use these things everyday. Can't live without these too!&lt;br /&gt;*My mission! Western New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I feel like I could go on forever and I really feel a lot better. It is true what the hymn says. Count your Blessing name them one by one and you will see what the Lord has done. It is amazing what focusing on the positive can do for my mood. I do feel more optimistic and calm, I'm ready to tackle the world! ok, probably not the world but maybe statistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-3314172695684614482?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3314172695684614482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=3314172695684614482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3314172695684614482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3314172695684614482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-bad-to-goodmood.html' title='From Bad to Good....MOOD.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6891888849142448682</id><published>2009-09-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:30:29.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://inspirationalgadget.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/images/clover.jpg" width="151" height="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;    "I find that the harder I work, the&lt;br /&gt;    more luck I seem to have."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;- Thomas Jefferson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6891888849142448682?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6891888849142448682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6891888849142448682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6891888849142448682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6891888849142448682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/09/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-3196048281860032757</id><published>2009-08-19T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:12:46.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I could walk 5,000 miles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://inspirationalgadget.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/images/footsteps.jpg" width="150" height="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A journey of a thousand miles must&lt;br /&gt;    begin with a single step."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;- Chinese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saying keeps following me. Everywhere. Work, my igoogle. Ok that is it, but i think i dreamt about it last night too....maybe i should start walking somewhere. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-3196048281860032757?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3196048281860032757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=3196048281860032757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3196048281860032757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3196048281860032757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-could-walk-5000-miles.html' title='And I could walk 5,000 miles!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-8904465778708373484</id><published>2009-08-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:01:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwaFHJQiAJY/SbkAOGeHtnI/AAAAAAAABP4/8bqC2_VxuxU/s400/55go-confidently-in-the-direction-of-your-dreams-live-the-life-you-ve-imagined-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwaFHJQiAJY/SbkAOGeHtnI/AAAAAAAABP4/8bqC2_VxuxU/s400/55go-confidently-in-the-direction-of-your-dreams-live-the-life-you-ve-imagined-posters.jpg" alt="" 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/4639711519120612732-8904465778708373484?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8904465778708373484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=8904465778708373484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8904465778708373484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8904465778708373484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OwaFHJQiAJY/SbkAOGeHtnI/AAAAAAAABP4/8bqC2_VxuxU/s72-c/55go-confidently-in-the-direction-of-your-dreams-live-the-life-you-ve-imagined-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-3950482007567091827</id><published>2009-08-13T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:26:39.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um....yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dreamagic.com/vivianrose/flubber.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.dreamagic.com/vivianrose/flubber.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my insides and my brain feel like right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-3950482007567091827?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3950482007567091827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=3950482007567091827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3950482007567091827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3950482007567091827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/umyeah.html' title='um....yeah.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-1569920975280945515</id><published>2009-08-11T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:43:06.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this website...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i work on the phones...it gets kind of slow sometimes and well, i've gotten pretty good at multi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tasking and a coworker (thanks Kelldog!) of mine showed me this website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/ HILARIOUS!! its a website about postcards and texts and emails from people's moms and really, you think kids say the darndest things? these moms are giving them a run for their money! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just a disclaimer, there are a few um...edgier posts but here is one the i got a kick out of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postcardsfromyomomma.com/2009/08/08/that-would-scare-off-the-perverts-and-stray-cats/" title="That Would Scare Off the Perverts and Stray Cats." rel="bookmark"&gt;"That Would Scare Off the Perverts and Stray Cats.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="textwindow"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="me_text"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I was looking at the Missouri sex offender list this morning. There are 534 registered sex offenders within 5 miles of my new apartment… eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mom_text"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; I’m getting you some mace on my lunch break today. I found some in the gun shop. I will mail to you immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mom_text"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Would you rather I just get you a gun? That would scare off the homeless, the perverts, and the stray cats."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-1569920975280945515?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/1569920975280945515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=1569920975280945515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1569920975280945515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/1569920975280945515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-this-website.html' title='I love this website...'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6457523730682021578</id><published>2009-08-06T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:28:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/Sntm-rlBVlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VEUSJz1cI9k/s1600-h/IMGP6131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/Sntm-rlBVlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VEUSJz1cI9k/s400/IMGP6131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366996607978002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6457523730682021578?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6457523730682021578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6457523730682021578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6457523730682021578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6457523730682021578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words....'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/Sntm-rlBVlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VEUSJz1cI9k/s72-c/IMGP6131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-8300653016972017911</id><published>2009-08-06T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:07:04.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntFqSXSMcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/usIsuQBq2Fk/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntFqSXSMcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/usIsuQBq2Fk/s400/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366959973728399810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Beginning! Are you excited??? I am going to blog about my trip to New York! I hope you are ready for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-8300653016972017911?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/8300653016972017911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=8300653016972017911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8300653016972017911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/8300653016972017911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntFqSXSMcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/usIsuQBq2Fk/s72-c/167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-366483415921696303</id><published>2009-08-06T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:02:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Kayt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDeicfImI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tTgYm5quHK4/s1600-h/362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDeicfImI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tTgYm5quHK4/s400/362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366957572863500898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kayt. She is really great! Can't you tell? I really, really love this little thing. She cracks me up! I spoke with her on the phone today and she said she was a boy and lowered her voice and told me her name was Smelly. AHAHAHA!! She is my oldest niece. I was in London when she was born. These pictures were taken on their last visit to Utah in July. She is a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDD0JhomI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nUo-VxBMaVM/s1600-h/360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDD0JhomI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nUo-VxBMaVM/s400/360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366957113759343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this girl too! This is my sister Autumn and she and Kayt are great friends. They are both pretty funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDDVwSLsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/w8aB2IpEs6Q/s1600-h/359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDDVwSLsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/w8aB2IpEs6Q/s400/359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366957105600409282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDC0WVpOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QVq7Al7Hx_8/s1600-h/358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDC0WVpOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QVq7Al7Hx_8/s400/358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366957096633214178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDCSrlDqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uMXRWTCnvnQ/s1600-h/355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDCSrlDqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uMXRWTCnvnQ/s400/355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366957087595499170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              She's already a poser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-366483415921696303?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/366483415921696303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=366483415921696303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/366483415921696303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/366483415921696303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-kayt.html' title='This is Kayt'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntDeicfImI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tTgYm5quHK4/s72-c/362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-5701000507489301108</id><published>2009-08-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:49:31.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do hard things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntAE5HLtEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u1tN4xPLtSY/s1600-h/369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntAE5HLtEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u1tN4xPLtSY/s400/369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366953833736680514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my very best friends, Cam. I LOVE her! We met at the MTC in April of 2006. We talked the whole way on the plane to our mission and became instant friends. Funny thing is that we had some of the same companions and served in the same areas but we never were companions or roommates! She has helped me through a lot over the years and this picture was taken right after I did a very hard thing. I know I couldn't have done it without her! She reminded me of the saying, "I can do hard things". It really pumped me up and reminded me that we used to say that all the time on our mission. I am sure that you will all hear lots more about this beautiful friend of mine, she is the one I am doing the blog wars with. Cam you are a pal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-5701000507489301108?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/5701000507489301108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=5701000507489301108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5701000507489301108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/5701000507489301108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-do-hard-things.html' title='I can do hard things...'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/SntAE5HLtEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/u1tN4xPLtSY/s72-c/369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-2141618043658657533</id><published>2009-07-29T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:42:30.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Wars!!!</title><content type='html'>This post is for my good friend Cam. We are going to start a little war. A blog war. We are going to post something each week to brighten, uplift or inform each other. I actually stole this post from one of my best friends from High School, Lizzie if you read this I hope you don't mind. These are a few quotes from the comedian Dimitri Martin. Oddly enough some work friends introduced me to Dimitri via his CD the other week and now he is everywhere, good thing though because he is funny! Here are the quotes, I hope they brighten your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Sort of' is such a harmless thing to say. Sort of. It's just a filler. Sort of - it doesn't really mean anything. But after certain things, sort of means everything. Like after 'I love you' or 'You're going to live' or 'It's a boy.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was making pancakes the other day and a fly flew into the kitchen. And that's when I realized that a spatula is a lot like a fly swatter. And a crushed fly is a lot like a blueberry. And a roommate is a lot like a fly eater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what you come up with Cam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-2141618043658657533?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/2141618043658657533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=2141618043658657533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/2141618043658657533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/2141618043658657533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-wars.html' title='Blog Wars!!!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7737512241547995511</id><published>2009-06-26T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:40:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Family Stories.</title><content type='html'>I LoVe my FaMiLy! LOVE THEM! They really are great. They are there for me when times are good and bad. There really isn't anything better than family. I have a few funny stories to share about them. &lt;br /&gt;My mom is out of town at Girls Camp. When she leaves town everything falls apart at home. Its as if no one knows how to DO anything. My sister Autumn can take care of herself and helps the helpless, namely the males in the family. They don't know how to function. Especially Tucker. He is my dog. He goes into morning when she leaves. In fact, I think he's lost a few pounds, which is a big deal considering he weighs all of 17 lbs. He walks around like he's lost his best friend. He has for the week anyway. He has no one to shadow like he does my mom. You gotta love that little ball of fur though. Anyway, my sister autumn and my mom and I spent the week prior to her leaving making card kits for the girls to do for their craft. This consisted of 200 kits of 10 different types of cards and none of the colors could be the same! It was quite the task, but we had a blast doing it! It was really fun to do things together and we busted them out in a few nights! My mom is so creative. Probably the most creative person I know, its no wonder my sisters have creative juices coming out of their fingers, they have my mom. So we made 200 cards and then my mom announced that we had to make scrabble piece necklaces as well.....ha! I didn't really help with that one because I had to work but they turned out great! I hope my mom had a fun time at camp, (she's not really the camping type. Her idea of camping is the Motel 6!) I can't wait for her to come home though!&lt;br /&gt;While she's been gone I have been spending time with my little brother all week. He has been laid up due to a surgery on his leg. 2 years ago in August he broke his leg. His fibia and tibia and had to have a titanium rod put in his leg. So, last friday he had it removed. I have been his maid all week, and to tell the truth, it has been pretty fun. He is 17 years old. Typical boy. Like boy things and nothing girly which is going to make these stories even more funny. He sits on the couch and plays games on his laptop while I subject him to whatever TV I want to watch, and whatever food I can find. He pretends he isn't interested but he really is because I keep catching him watching the TV. So far to date we have watched a lot of I LOVE LUCY, because well, I love lucy! She's one of my favorites! He would laugh and laugh. We actually haven't watched too many cooking shows which is unusual for me because I LOVE the Food Network. I also love TCM, Turner Classic Movies. LOVE IT! So, one afternoon I went to TCM and it was "Howl's Moving Castle" it is an Anime movie. He protested it at first. HA! but, I got him! He LOVED it! He wouldn't admit it until the movie was over though....hehehe. When it ended I was like, 'I liked that!' and he was like, 'yeah, um....can we rent another one?' HA! it was so funny! So the next day I asked him which one he wanted me to go and rent and he looked it up and picked, "Princess Mononoke". So we watched it and it is violent! heads and arms and things were flying off everywhere. He said he felt pretty gay watching it when I was putting it on, but in the end it was pretty good. Then I was flipping through the channels a little later and came across "The Devil Wears Prada" so I turned that on. Adam wasn't too interested but watched it with me and then his friend Taylor came over and he sat down and watched it too. I was vacuuming the whole house during commercial breaks and then I had to go to work and I told them they could change it but Taylor was like, "No, I kinda like it" HAHAHAHA! I left two 17 year old boys watching "The Devil Wears Prada", it was priceless. The next day I turned on TCM again and "How to Steal a Million" was on, Audrey Hepburn and Peter O'Toole, and I started cleaning the kitchen...Adam caught me up on the movie a little later. It was so much fun to spend some chillax time with my brother. I feel like Adam and I bonded, over Anime, Lucy, chick flicks and TCM movies. Huh, never thought that would happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few funny Kayt-isms. Kaytlynn is my oldest niece, she just turned 4. She is my older sister Amber's daughter. She shared these funny stories with me. She prefaced this with, "Kayt apparently watches too much TV and now is getting too smart for her own good..." &lt;br /&gt;Amber told Kayt to go and clean her room the other day and Kayt's response was, "Mom, don't just clean it, OXY clean it!" Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next do you know the Nation Wide Insurance commercials on TV? "Nationwide is on your side!" thats their jingle. Anyway, Kayt came and sat next to Amber and said, "My name's Kaytlynn Belle and I'm on your side!" Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Last story: Kayt got up to the dinner table and they were about to say a prayer and Amber said, "ok Kayt fold your arms we are going to pray" and Kayt was like, "Wait just a second" and blew a pink BEAD out of her nose! and then folded her arms like it was all no big deal. Maybe she was just saving it for later? HA! The things kids do!&lt;br /&gt;My sister Autumn was helping me wax my legs last night. She was ripping and I was screaming! Adam was making fun of me for screaming. So, autumn and I went and attacked him with the wax and waxed part of his leg just to show him how bad it really hurts! He didn't even flinch. We forgot. He is on Lortab from his surgery. Nothings getting through that! Maybe I should borrow some so I can finish my legs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7737512241547995511?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7737512241547995511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7737512241547995511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7737512241547995511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7737512241547995511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-family-stories.html' title='Funny Family Stories.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-209235416142429348</id><published>2009-06-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:46:38.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating things...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine asked me what I have been up to lately. I told them, surviving. Breathing in and out and eating something so I don't die. Sounds dramatic. Then they asked me, no really, what have you been doing? I thought for a minute and realized that I have been doing some things. I have been trying to be a creator of things. I want to plant a tree. I know I'm not 'creating' a tree but I do want to plant one. Any suggestions on what kind? I want to be able to climb it one day... I made a diaper/baby wipes holder for a baby shower the other day. My sister walked me through it over the phone while looking at her own version of it. It turned out a little bit small but overall it looked AWESOME! The fabric rocked,(thanks mom!) and the Velcro was in the right place! Can you believe it?! I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to have velcro match up! but, I DID IT! I also went to the store, wrapped the present in a bag with MATCHING tissue paper(any of you who really know me knows this is a feat because my idea of wrapping a present is throwing it in a pillow case!), got a salad together and hand washed all of the pans in my parents kitchen by hand in one hour. Yup I actually accomplished that. The shower was awesome too by the way, lots of mission friends and lots of laughs. I forgot what it was like to laugh that hard. Other creations include, cutting out the fabric and laying it all out for a quilt. I have had this fabric for 5 years now with great intentions of getting it done but to no avail. I haven't, until NOW! I am going to sew that baby up and get it machine quilted! I have also tried a few new recipes. The Pioneer Woman's Lemon Pasta and peanut butter pie. YUM! If you don't know who the pioneer woman is you are missing out! She rocks my socks! look her up! thepioneerwoman.com. I have many more plans for creations: I want to build a couch. You hear me right, a couch. Go ahead and laugh, most people do but it is going to happen! within my lifetime dadgummit. I want to write a children's book. I have quite a few ideas in my head jumping around they will be freed soon. I am going to make a purse out of a pillowcase, (Thank you Martha Stewart) and I am going to scrapbook LONDON and MY MISSION! Whew! Thats a lot of stuff but I am DETERMINED, to get half of it done.....! I have also been doing other things as well but that is for the next post. So while I have been trying to survive by breathing in and out, I guess I have been doing some worthwhile things and hatching some crazy good ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-209235416142429348?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/209235416142429348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=209235416142429348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/209235416142429348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/209235416142429348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/06/creating.html' title='Creating things...'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-4948388104913433177</id><published>2009-06-19T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:15:51.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is EXCITING!</title><content type='html'>Hey! I have had quite the accomplishment. I changed my blog skin and font and colors, ALL BY MYSELF! Can you believe that?! I looked it up on the internet. I KNOW! I am just as shocked as you are! For those of you who don't know this, I am computer "slow" I think they conspire against me I swear they do! So, normally in order to do anything on the computer I have to be shown how to do it multiple times, but today I was just like, "I want to spice up my life and I'm going to start with my blog" So I went to a website I stole off of Kellie's blog and went from there! I feel very empowered! I feel like I am on the top of the world! Like I can DO anything! So, if you are feeling a little blah or have extra time that you are just a'wasting, I suggest you try something new! Learn something new. Just get out there and do something hard or whatever! YOU can do it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-4948388104913433177?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/4948388104913433177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=4948388104913433177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/4948388104913433177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/4948388104913433177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-exciting.html' title='This is EXCITING!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6939601684683099857</id><published>2009-03-17T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:36:44.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone-&lt;br /&gt;been a long time huh?&lt;br /&gt;well. life has been a whirlwind lately. I've been real busy and not really in the mood to blog. Funny thing is that i have to ask how to blog every time i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i wanted to blog today is to tell you all how hungry i am! i am STARVING! and do you know what i am craving right now? Elementary School Cafeteria Food. YUP thats right. i want  turkey gravy over mashed potatoes! or the Frito Bandito! or just plain ol frozen burritos. i don't know why i want to eat them i just do! only 27 more minutes until i can get something to eat. i don't know if i can wait! ah!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon i will really learn how to use this blog and put up pictures and movies and stuff. it will be cool pretty soon might be later than you think though. i have to finish school here first. only like 4 more weeks or something. i can do that right? i sure hope so....&lt;br /&gt;well. that is all. but now i won't be at the bottom of Aaron's list anymore huh! :)&lt;br /&gt;have a great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ps. happy st. patricks day!&lt;br /&gt;dang! now i want corned beef and cabbage! and to watch darby o gill and the little people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6939601684683099857?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6939601684683099857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6939601684683099857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6939601684683099857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6939601684683099857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2009/03/what.html' title='what the?'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-9022871683233777724</id><published>2008-06-23T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:49:13.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness. i wouldn't read this is i was you....</title><content type='html'>So, today i just have a few random thoughts. they aren't anything too special i just feel like emptying my brain today. I don't want to go to FHE, i just don't want to go. i haven't gone since i moved into my new ward. Normally i work through it or i am needed at home but tonight i get off at 6, which is plenty of time to make it to FHE. *sigh* what a moral struggle...&lt;br /&gt;next random thought. who buys korean cars if they are tall? You won't fit right, at all! So, just don't buy korean.&lt;br /&gt;next: i need to keep a journal. i really wish that i had one that i liked. i think then i would write in it.  really i say this all the time and buy countless journals none of which are filled.&lt;br /&gt;next: i am really glad that i am not going to school for the summer. it is too hot to go to school. i wouldn't have minded going in the spring but i couldn't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;next: i love sleep overs. i don't care what utah mom's say. i LOVE them. granted, i probably won't let my kids go to them either....we will see.&lt;br /&gt;next: my boss is moving and i am SOO sad. good news though, i like my new boss.&lt;br /&gt;next: why do i always feel so tired? i wish that i knew because then i would act more like myself.&lt;br /&gt;next: why do car batteries die? and why do they cost so much money.&lt;br /&gt;next: i love to sleep in! i do. i love to wake up early too. i do!&lt;br /&gt;next: why is it that when life gets busy or lazy the first thing to go is scripture study and meaningful prayer? why is that? life will go straight down real quick if you do this but at one time or another most of us do.&lt;br /&gt;next: i drank like 25 ounces of apple juice today...um yeah...&lt;br /&gt;next: my paycheck was almost gone by the time i got it...&lt;br /&gt;next: hard tootsie rolls are good. soft ones are even better!&lt;br /&gt;next: i have like 100 byu phone numbers memorized.&lt;br /&gt;next: i have a friend named george...i find him strangely witty. i can't say why either. i like to be around him even though that has only happened once. he makes me smile a lot. ps. this is not a crush...more of a fascination...&lt;br /&gt;next: do you like to be transferred in the middle of a 'thank you'?&lt;br /&gt;next: is it ok to just sit quietly and listen politely the first time you meet people?&lt;br /&gt;next: how many times a day do you say 'you're welcome'?&lt;br /&gt;next: don't drink 2 rockstars and 3 dr. peppers in one day on an empty stomach. it will make you sick and give you hangover symptoms...&lt;br /&gt;next: don't make a promise to your friends that you will pay them 25 cents for every swear word that you utter...you will lose a lot of money and have to take out a loan.&lt;br /&gt;next: green is my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;next: i don't want to be married in the winter time. now that i have said this i probably will. thats just the way life works.&lt;br /&gt;next: i love kleenex tissues. i came to appreciate them on my mission.&lt;br /&gt;next: can you get an ear infection from someone spitting in your ear that is sick?&lt;br /&gt;next: i hate slow drivers. especially those south of campus...&lt;br /&gt;next: i like it when boys have there hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;next: today. i thought about how nice it would be to have a lot of money. i have never really felt that way before but now i wish i did so that i could travel and get a massage. :) i really wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;i think that i could go on forever and i am feeling like this is all very therapeutic. thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-9022871683233777724?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/9022871683233777724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=9022871683233777724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/9022871683233777724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/9022871683233777724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness-i-wouldnt-read-this-is-i-was.html' title='Randomness. i wouldn&apos;t read this is i was you....'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-582205038151500853</id><published>2008-06-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:17:21.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Operator!</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I am going to have a feature on my blog. It is going to be called, "Smooth Operator". I work as a phone operator and we get all kinds of strange and unusual yet hilarious phone calls and I thought I would post a few of them and my thoughts about it. This should be something to look forward to...I think it is something that keeps me coming to work.&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: You might not think these stories are as funny as i do. You might have to be an operator to fully appreciate them as well....&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Caller: um yes can i have the number for the tanner building, but not the undergraduate business part. i don't know what i want but i want you to tell me what is there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok, do you want the master of business admins. prog. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Caller: um, no-Try Again...&lt;br /&gt;Me: (feeling really awkward now, because i don't know if she is playing a game and thinks it is funny or is just a little...um, weird) Ok, do you want me to transfer you to the main office of the Marriot School?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: um, NO-i am talking about the tanner building...(silence, because she thinks that i am ignorant...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok, well the tanner building IS the business building and houses the Marriot School.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: oh! I guess my brain isn't working! I meant the Taylor building...&lt;br /&gt;Me: alright&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Tell me what is in that building...&lt;br /&gt;Me:alright, well family services is in that building...&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Nope, Try Again!&lt;br /&gt;Me: well, what are you looking for exactly...&lt;br /&gt;Caller: well my uncle works there, i don't remember what he does or even if he is there still, (like she had an epiphany!) oh! maybe you could connect me to him?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, what is his name  (she gives me his name and i connect...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part about it was her, "Nope, Try Again!"&lt;br /&gt;sigh...it was a little bizarre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-582205038151500853?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/582205038151500853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=582205038151500853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/582205038151500853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/582205038151500853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2008/06/smooth-operator.html' title='Smooth Operator!'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-3716291481234252074</id><published>2008-06-17T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:45:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts...about soap.</title><content type='html'>At 2:30 this morning i was scrubbing down the bathroom, yes i know what you are thinking, "what is she doing scrubbing down the bathroom at 2 in the morning?" well, i live in a place where we are treated like children and our mom's come and do cleaning checks once a month...Anyway. Back to what i was saying, when all of a sudden i saw that the things i had taken out of the bathtub had toppled over, i realized to my horror that my bar of soap had slid onto the disgusting bathroom floor. As i scooped up my bar of soap i had a thought, ahem... "i wonder if i need to wash off the soap? because it is soap and how would i clean my soap? use another kind of soap? does it disinfect itself?" well that was my thought. what do you think? i just decided to wash the soap off and try not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;i know that my sentence structure really sucks here. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-3716291481234252074?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/3716291481234252074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=3716291481234252074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3716291481234252074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/3716291481234252074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-thoughtsabout-soap.html' title='Random Thoughts...about soap.'/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-6904471506379838923</id><published>2008-06-13T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:55:56.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. here i am. at work again. you may wonder why i haven't posted in a while. well, i forgot what my blog was named. and being the computer village idiot that i am, i didn't know how to find it.  so here i am at work. and clark took pity on me and helped me find what it was called.  then he informed me that the title of my blog was inappropriate...oops. well i guess i will have to have a talk with a friend about the past title of my blog (it is now changed thanks to clark...) since he uses that phrase all of the time, and i thought it was funny. now that i know what it really means, someone is grounded! maybe i will write again soon, or maybe not. but i guess it will be fun to check my blog everyday and maybe one day you'll be rewarded...&lt;br /&gt;peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-6904471506379838923?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/6904471506379838923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=6904471506379838923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6904471506379838923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/6904471506379838923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2008/06/well.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4639711519120612732.post-7725184160084299930</id><published>2008-05-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:58:05.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello....i hope that this is a good idea.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, out of complete boredom at work I have decided to start a blog. I am not quite sure what the theme of this blog is going to be or even if I will really use it but, I hope that I will be able to express myself, at times wittily...we shall see however, although I have heard that things can get better with time and I trust that this will be one of those things...wow this was a really long run on sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4639711519120612732-7725184160084299930?l=shestheluckyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/feeds/7725184160084299930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4639711519120612732&amp;postID=7725184160084299930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7725184160084299930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4639711519120612732/posts/default/7725184160084299930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shestheluckyone.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-out-of-complete-boredom-at-work-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Lucky One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02045982556411978413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxQ9tq3y6-E/S1VAHviiuqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xzYgZEQyUmw/S220/104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
