<?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-8863280262125035187</id><updated>2011-12-16T17:38:45.535-08:00</updated><category term='yeehaw'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss59bznjTTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NsS0DFdjjzg/s1600-h/IMG_6311.JPG'/><category term='Marriage?'/><category term='i fall for older men'/><title type='text'>PiNk LaDiES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2544486604470560167</id><published>2010-07-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:08:54.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 down 4 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TFJQII3h_TI/AAAAAAAAAig/oaiQ0E29hDU/s1600/895177057_hu5LT-M-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TFJJDTUFoMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/V6QzCwgulys/s320/DSCN0574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499538416045760706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TFJJDON-VGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qhStvER2Pu4/s1600/DSCN0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TFJJDON-VGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qhStvER2Pu4/s320/DSCN0565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499538414677939298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are bits and pieces of a beautiful wedding day with my best friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2544486604470560167?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2544486604470560167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2544486604470560167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2544486604470560167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2544486604470560167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-down-4-to-go.html' title='3 down 4 to go'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TFJQII3h_TI/AAAAAAAAAig/oaiQ0E29hDU/s72-c/895177057_hu5LT-M-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4164841279025212159</id><published>2010-07-04T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:49:36.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i fall for older men'/><title type='text'>I'm into competitive eating for a living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've had these epiphanies over the past couple of weeks about my future. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm going to be a ranch hand. I'll live in this little shack and sleep on a cot with one of those Indian blankets, when I'm not sleeping out in the wild of course, and ride a horse everywhere. I'll drive an old S-10 and spend my nights serenading the stars with my guitar. It will be in Montana of course. My ranch family will be so great and I'll go hang out with them, play Boggle or swing on their porch swing. It will look like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/TDErfiyFOFI/AAAAAAAAARc/3qjYQlMm5Ns/s400/mcg-ranch-montana-by-bitterroot-on-flickr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490217241654147154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm going to marry a bearded man. Named Reggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm growing my hair out so I can have dreadlocks like this. That wasn't really an epiphany, I just am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/TDEqjUpagmI/AAAAAAAAARU/f_qWvnJevb4/s400/2854379216_f7a81123f5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490216207067546210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Now that we're off the epiphanies, I'll just keep throwing in random things. Yesterday I jumped out of a plane 13,000 feet above the ground. Its a rush I tell you, especially with this 50 year old guy named JVC hooked to my back. He kept fixing the harness which he called the push up bra from hell, as it was right under my boobs, and told me about people who barfed all over him or passed out while falling from the sky! I got his number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. This weekend Casey and I bought hammocks, went up the canyon, hooked them in between some trees, and I'll tell you what I had the best sleep of my life!! We're going to tie dye them. Now its in my backyard and I read books in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Speaking of books, you guys should read The Help. It is such a great book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4164841279025212159?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4164841279025212159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4164841279025212159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4164841279025212159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4164841279025212159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-into-competitive-eating-for-living.html' title='I&apos;m into competitive eating for a living.'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/TDErfiyFOFI/AAAAAAAAARc/3qjYQlMm5Ns/s72-c/mcg-ranch-montana-by-bitterroot-on-flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4267201449698072515</id><published>2010-06-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:58:23.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TCjwZFn9zAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kb2nB2mPGZI/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TCjwZFn9zAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kb2nB2mPGZI/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487900459748150274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am married now. My name is now Aubrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veva&lt;/span&gt; Smith, I was married on a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning on June 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2010. I married a young man named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; Smith or as some of you girls may know as JP. I will give you brief story of how MR. and Mrs. Smith came to be. (Sorry I got kind of carried away so it got kind of long oops ha ha)&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So this dashing young boy moved in to my home ward my sophomore year in high school. I saw him for the first time at church and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. All threw high school I always had the biggest crush in the world on him but there was no way I would ever get my nerves up to tell him so. We had a few in counters back in those days which I will never forget like the time I got his cell phone number from Brittany Johnson and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him good game after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night football game but I never said it was me who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; him cause I was way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrased&lt;/span&gt;. Or the time I got to dance with him at the stake pioneer dance and he said I had a nice tan line. Or the time me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kenz&lt;/span&gt; went to a church activity with our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; school teacher and we all got to go paint ball shooting and I nailed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; in the shoulder. Those were some good times back in the day and then he left for a mission to Alaska while I was attending Snow College. I wrote him for the whole two years, the letters started out as short little get to know you letters with many questions in each. One of his letters he asked something like what is something about Aubrey Bushman that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know about and I told him I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tatoo&lt;/span&gt; of my middle name on my left shoulder when I graduated high school. Ha ha I let that one go for about 4 letters and I was known in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BJs&lt;/span&gt; mission as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tatoo&lt;/span&gt; girl for awhile. But as the months went by the letters turned in to more than just letters and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; wait to see him when he got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last summer was quite a summer he took me out to all sorts of places out to movies and dinners, hikes, his families cabin. I returned the same favor as I brought him to family parties, Lake Powell, Spanish Fork Rodeo and from there on out we were both infatuated with each other. We grew to love and care for each other threw the good and bad. He became my best friend who I turned to for everything. Last fall I attended most of his home games as he played football at snow college, and he came up and visited me at Utah state and I would serve him his favorite food steak at Texas Road house. But this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; enough for us seeing each other on weekends or even every other weekend so next semester he followed me up here at Utah State and our love for each other grew even stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He proposed to me on March 27, 2010 which then 3 months later we were married in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Oquirrh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Moutain&lt;/span&gt; Temple. And now the adventure begins after a fabulous Honeymoon in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pureto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Varrata&lt;/span&gt; Mexico we came home unwrapped all our gifts, exchanged gifts, and packed up for a 14 hour drive to st. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;louis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;missouri&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This has been quite an adventure, a summer I will never forget. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Bj&lt;/span&gt; is doing very well as he goes for 10 hours a day to door to door selling for pinnacle security.  But he does a fabulous job and brings home quite a bit of bacon ha ha. And as for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry my days out here so far go as this I wake up around 10 go to a work out class if I feel like it, come home watch a movie, then read cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; finding a new love for it, I go to the pool and lay out with my new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jaquie&lt;/span&gt;, then come back watch my favorite show at the moment the hills online. Then me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jaquie&lt;/span&gt; make headbands and have girl talk for several hours. Then  I make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;delicous&lt;/span&gt; dinner I usually find something new in my cook book cause I just have too much time on my hands. The days are long and quite with out my friends and family around so feel free to call or text me whenever. I love love love the married life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; is my better half, my best friend, and my eternal companion. I feel like this summer is always a summer I can never forget so it is going to be called the adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4267201449698072515?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4267201449698072515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4267201449698072515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4267201449698072515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4267201449698072515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/06/adventure.html' title='The Adventure'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/TCjwZFn9zAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/kb2nB2mPGZI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2214209139803122096</id><published>2010-06-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:22:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wise man once said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;This morning I realized that I have learned a few new words and phrases from Robison over the years.  Boys may make fun of us for the things we say, but they have their fair share of weird wordage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.U.P.A.&lt;/span&gt;:  Fat Upper Pubic Area.  You know, the grandma/grandma fat people have to pull their elastic waist pants up and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whirling Dervish&lt;/span&gt;:  Someone (or something) that is a big ball of energy.  For example, chowder cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Tits&lt;/span&gt;:  This is a phrase Rob picked up from a mission companion.  You'd use this phrase to say that something is extremely cool.  Like if you won free concert tickets off the radio, that would be tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.O.D.&lt;/span&gt;:  Bag Of Douche.  Instead of coming right out and saying that someone is a douche bag, you could just say they're a b o d.  It sounds better in public... and can be used around small children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spootinanny&lt;/span&gt;:  I don't even know about this one.  Rob says it a lot.  I'm positive I'll never use this as an expletive, but Rob does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hissing Goose&lt;/span&gt;:  This is what I get called when I'm snippy, sassy, onery, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;There are plenty more words, but I can't think of them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot of other things about Rob since getting married.  He only sweats when he plays video games.  He can fall asleep doing anything, including reading out loud.  Any spare time has to be spent watching ESPN, on ESPN.com, or playing with his phone.  He resembles a 14 year old boy... especially when he talks Pokemon with his brother Beaker.  He is fabulous at not spending money.  His sparce little chest hairs are getting darker... I pluck them sometimes.  He quotes The Simpsons more than I thought humanly possible.  He looks damn good in a suit.  He washes his hair putting his face down, facing towards the shower head, and letting the water run over.  I would get soap in my eyes and drown if I attempted that.  I guess when you're 6'3"-6'4" it's hard to fit in little showers.  He puts up with my emotional breakdowns and feeds me otter pops.  He loves me and tells me I'm pretty, even when I have zit face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Basically he's adorably cute and I love him.  I keep taking pictures of him playing x-box with chowder kitten sleeping on him.  I can't help but swoon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2214209139803122096?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2214209139803122096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2214209139803122096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2214209139803122096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2214209139803122096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/06/wise-man-once-said.html' title='A wise man once said...'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8850166332679128939</id><published>2010-04-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:33:34.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Dante?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isvR8Kz7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/NGz-TTUSQdU/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460804476456325042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isvR8Kz7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/NGz-TTUSQdU/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isuwdFl0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/aMf9opBjebo/s1600/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460804467467589442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isuwdFl0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/aMf9opBjebo/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isuvKK5aI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_7U6cXmyevA/s1600/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460804467119809954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isuvKK5aI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_7U6cXmyevA/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isuJl1vnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/J4Fwb3pCrbc/s1600/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460804457035316850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isuJl1vnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/J4Fwb3pCrbc/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460803054246545410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8ircfy7yAI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qwiElWQuvvI/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460803043940438450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8irb5ZxEbI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZozdaYPcGN4/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8irch5FmQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/94L2n1K8NJI/s1600/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460803033564781890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8irbSwBHUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/xk1euIAEywc/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460803025059712290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8irazEQDSI/AAAAAAAAAfw/FczjesK5sc8/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Its finally spring--kind of--and i can go running out side again. So my fav place is going on the path behind raintree also known as the provo river trail. Its so great running by the river and the trees. Anyway when you go on the path there are parts when the trail goes underneath the road so you go in these underpasses. They are kind of scary, long, dark tunnels, that hobos live in. There is this one man that lives down there named Dante. I haven't been lucky enough to meet him but I read his messages every time I run. They are always different. He writes the most profound and clever messages! I love him. I just want to know who he is and what he means??? I know he is a great person. One time i saw this younger boy, Hispanic, riding his bike down there and I wanted to call out, "Dante, is that you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One night I was with seth and we were way bored and I wanted to go camp out in the tunnels and capture dante. Or just find him and meet him. It will be my life mission!! (Seth wouldn't let me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also I felt like the girl in the movie YES MAN when she has that class that takes pictures while they run! I just had to take my camera so i could show you girls these great pics! my life is crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8850166332679128939?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8850166332679128939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8850166332679128939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8850166332679128939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8850166332679128939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-is-dante.html' title='Who is Dante?'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S8isvR8Kz7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/NGz-TTUSQdU/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7076210322818428704</id><published>2010-04-07T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:37:47.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S71PRqxuaeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lhJQOsvf-rw/s1600/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S71PRqxuaeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lhJQOsvf-rw/s400/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457605488402131426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the other day I almost got my head stuck in my gym locker at school. And then I hit myself in the head with my own racquet while playing racquetball. I tell you what, if I'm not a genius, I don't know who is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. The Malt Shoppe has the most fantastic apple cobbler shakes in the world. And I don't even like apple cobbler. Get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I take prenatal vitamins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Reams is the coolest grocery store in the world, mainly the one in Springville. Not only does it sell chocolate covered cinnamon bears, but every holiday eve they mark all the holiday candy down to 99 CENTS!! And I tell you what, its a madhouse at this time, people shoving to get all the peeps (okay not really, peeps are barf) but mainly the good things like reeses and peanut butter M&amp;amp;M's go like free money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I think President Uchdorft is quite a handsome man. Can I say that??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. My grandpa has baby goats. We feed them out of bottles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Once when I was little I stole a chocolate turtle out of the bulk candy bins. I ate half of it and put the rest back on a shelf. I don't know what I was thinking, I should have just eaten the whole thing and got my shoplifters worth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later home dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7076210322818428704?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7076210322818428704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7076210322818428704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7076210322818428704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7076210322818428704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/04/eye-of-tiger.html' title='The Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S71PRqxuaeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lhJQOsvf-rw/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6624652188045144152</id><published>2010-03-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:57:12.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>risotto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thank you for calling circlepix, your complete imaging solution.  This is Mckenzi, how can I help you?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that at least like 500 times a day I think.  Every time I utter that first sentence I want to slit my wrists, throat, anywhere that would cause me to bleed out.  My job requires me to get yelled at by crazy asian women.  It's actually quite funny when they call in because they're furious and trying to yell at me but i can't understand what they're yelling about because it's in Asian/English.  Silly asian women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So the other night I decided I needed to make RISOTTO.  I recently learned that I love the stuff and have been wanting to try to make it myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I made the mistake of making the stuff after a long day at work, and with an achy body because I was sick.  Standing over the stove stiring broth into rice for over an hour is not something an ill and achy Kenzi should be doing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I thought the process would never end.  The rice was staying hard and I did not want to stand there and stir any longer.  Then finally the rice decided to not be hard any more and I was done.  It was delicious.  I love risotto.  So creamy, such good texture, it makes you feel good to eat it.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wish I wouldn't have been sick, because I didn't really have an appetite :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime if any of you girls want me to make you some, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6624652188045144152?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6624652188045144152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6624652188045144152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6624652188045144152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6624652188045144152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/03/risotto.html' title='risotto'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-3779688860175873876</id><published>2010-03-23T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:12:53.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so my dad's creative and my mom plays the accordion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lately i just have been loving my parents and their funny quirks. I learned that my dad is real creative and when he had his business -the clothes factory- he used to design clothes and make and alter patterns for different companies. This summer he is going to teach me how to make a pattern. I'm real excited. And my mom got an accordion for Christmas. It has been her goal to learn when she retired so my dad bought one for her. She takes lessons and practices an hour everyday. The other week my whole family was over for dinner and she did a concert for us. It was great! I just think they are the cutest people in their old age. I always wonder what they were like before I was born. My dad calls it BN and AN. He says that they have had two lives. before nicole and after nicole. (like before Christ and After Christ) He's out of control. But I hope they live till their 100 cause i would die without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I am finished student teaching! I can hear you all shouting for joy for me right now. I am so happy to be done! I can't believe i'm going to be a real woman and grown up soon. You are all invited to my graduation. my mom bought invitations so be looking in the mail! I'm going to move to the big SLC this summer to live with brooke! it is going to be a new adventure. even though its not very far. i'm real excited to ride my bike through the city and play every second. You can all come visit our house in sugar house and sleep in our cute backyard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different **Coco Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="348" height="272" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bae6caa86f1dd526" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbae6caa86f1dd526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A97FC4FBB2CE2F140558FAFBC70170507555F5.21D4E7C2738360AAE1C968B18843F9075FAED53B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbae6caa86f1dd526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhlGl64y0Z_JzPBwhGjUmVbnR1ZA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="348" height="272" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbae6caa86f1dd526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11A97FC4FBB2CE2F140558FAFBC70170507555F5.21D4E7C2738360AAE1C968B18843F9075FAED53B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbae6caa86f1dd526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhlGl64y0Z_JzPBwhGjUmVbnR1ZA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-3779688860175873876?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/3779688860175873876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=3779688860175873876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3779688860175873876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3779688860175873876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-my-dads-creative-and-my-mom-plays.html' title='so my dad&apos;s creative and my mom plays the accordion'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-3301979371372690613</id><published>2010-03-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:47:07.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sup home doggssssssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S6MBwXzv34I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AcXuxLcsoQw/s1600-h/invisible_bicycle-11974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S6MBwXzv34I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AcXuxLcsoQw/s400/invisible_bicycle-11974.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450201904584843138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is your friend Lynzee Jayne Baxter. I am half Indian and half white. I currently live in cedar city utah 84720 but i am with rabid dog sitting on her bed. We are looking into each others eyes.  oh how i see my future. leave me alone rachel. glare. anyways, i love tuna melts. so does rabid. anyway, school is really good. Running is getting better, my foot has been giving me problems for weeks now but its ok:) adam and i are officially...broken up:) lets see what else is going on...i have a fun new friend named steve who is cool. im 87% sure im going on a mission in the summer. i love all my roommates soooooo much and i love you guys beaucoup!!! listen to this good song its called until you by david barnes. check it sucka(s).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-3301979371372690613?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/3301979371372690613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=3301979371372690613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3301979371372690613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3301979371372690613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/03/sup-home-doggssssssssss.html' title='sup home doggssssssssss'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S6MBwXzv34I/AAAAAAAAAPc/AcXuxLcsoQw/s72-c/invisible_bicycle-11974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7869260223063788451</id><published>2010-03-14T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:28:52.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This New Boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S523CazHVOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h6elLeHq0Fk/s1600-h/blackwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S523CazHVOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h6elLeHq0Fk/s320/blackwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448712376369501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There is this new cute boy in my life.  His name is Brent.  Chelsea set us up on Valentines day and we've been dating ever since. I think he makes me happier than anyone I've ever dated, and I've only known him for a few weeks now.  I just wanted you all to know.   And also, i'm considering law school.  mind you, considering.  ha, if I decide to go, i have to take the LSAT this summer so that is why there is current thought.  Love you all and wish we could have a party one of these days.  Good luck with all your life activities and congrats B on your cute new boy DONALD:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;love ands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7869260223063788451?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7869260223063788451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7869260223063788451' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7869260223063788451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7869260223063788451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-new-boy.html' title='This New Boy.'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S523CazHVOI/AAAAAAAAAfo/h6elLeHq0Fk/s72-c/blackwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-739549153881488516</id><published>2010-03-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:51:19.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Exercise Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S52tokZVZvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_e77Kv5daxE/s1600-h/bklynbride_envelopments_studio_tour_3-500x633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448702036664477426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S52tokZVZvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_e77Kv5daxE/s320/bklynbride_envelopments_studio_tour_3-500x633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kenzi&lt;/span&gt; look what I found while i was blogging the other day ha ha i thought it was way funny and i just had to post it cause this is kind of how i imagined you at your old work (top right pic) ;) Well girls you guys are kind of bad at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;writting&lt;/span&gt; on this cause the last few are all mine, about my crazy life. Oh and by the way B i really thought you were naming your baby Donald &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Durfey&lt;/span&gt;, til &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nicoley&lt;/span&gt; had to straighten me out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Love you all and keep blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;veva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-739549153881488516?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/739549153881488516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=739549153881488516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/739549153881488516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/739549153881488516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-love-excersice-balls.html' title='We Love Exercise Balls'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S52tokZVZvI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_e77Kv5daxE/s72-c/bklynbride_envelopments_studio_tour_3-500x633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4411307377625762433</id><published>2010-02-28T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:42:38.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>K so i did the most profound thing i could ever do in church today! ha ha not really but it was way funny and i just had to share it with you girls! Alright so me, dani, and her boyfriend dustin were headin to stake conference this morning, and it was held at the logan tabernacle. So we pick dust up alittle after 9:30 and were like 15 minutes late opps! So we go in and we can hear the speaker talking so we figured there wouldn't be any seats on the first floor so we go up the stairs to the second level that wraps around the first floor. Well i see like 4 benches that are completely empty but then a group of people in the benches next to the 4 i see. So i was like perfect and i waved dani to follow me. So i sit down in the middle of the bench and she just watched me and didnt follow so i was like whatever. i sat there for like two minutes and i saw rebecca tanner and waved to her from a couple benches away and she kinda laughed and waved, i thought that was kinda weird but whatev. Finally i get up to freakin go get dani and dust after sitting there by myself. I find dani down on the stairs laughing way hard, i was like what are you laughing at? she was like aubrey you just sat up where the choir sits looking out on the congragation, i look back were i was and i literaly was sitting in choir! oh my so embarrassing! no wonder rebecca was laughing at me!  i dont even know how i didn't see the speakers i was sitting behind oh it was so funny girls i wish you could of seen it hilarious my life is a joke! anyways love ya much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4411307377625762433?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4411307377625762433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4411307377625762433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4411307377625762433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4411307377625762433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-1672043375536217585</id><published>2010-02-23T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:36:19.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was fun while it lasted... On to the search</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;So... My job in the mortgage industry was fun while it lasted.  It made me feel like a grown up.  I got my own office, my own phone line, I was a pretty big freaking deal ha ha.  I even sat on an exercise ball instead of an office chair.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The office I was working for is finished.  Done.  Gonzo.  All the loan officers will have to work out of home now and take care of everything on their own, supply their own computers, fax machines, scanners, the works.  Sucks for them.  Now I'm searching for a job.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;I've applied at 2 different places and I'd LOVE to work at either one.  I applied to be a teller at the Springville Wells Fargo office.  I had a lovely phone interview with some African American woman and she said I get to move forward in the interview process.  Now I'm just waiting for a phone call.  I also applied to work at Dr. Graf's orthodontist office (the place Calee and Mitzi work).  I had an interview with him last night and it went pretty well.  We basically just chatted it up for 45 minutes.  I'm going back on Wednesday morning for a "working interview"  where I'll just wander around the clinic and watch over girls shoulders as they do their thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hopefully something will work out so I'm not among the ranks of the unemployed for too long.  If anyone knows of any sweet jobs you should let me know!&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/8863280262125035187-1672043375536217585?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/1672043375536217585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=1672043375536217585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1672043375536217585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1672043375536217585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-fun-while-it-lasted-on-to-search.html' title='It was fun while it lasted... On to the search'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2569825646344265972</id><published>2010-02-21T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:31:55.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S4IWxEW1zII/AAAAAAAAAfY/4Ca3RrG2gwE/s1600-h/DSCN0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S4IWxEW1zII/AAAAAAAAAfY/4Ca3RrG2gwE/s320/DSCN0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440936332055923842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Chicas! so once again I dont know what my problem is but the last two times i have tried to post a blog i delete it haha im a joke i know! and i dont like to use correct grammar as you can tell when i write blogs so you can just ignore that ha ha! well i miss all you girls i feel so far away from you all i hate it sometimes! and i get jealous when you all but peepers get to live like 15 minutes away from each other at least! dont take advantage of the k. Well anyways im still busy as ever with work, school, and busy having a lover but i love it! life is good i cant complain. Oh and my little brother rhett got his mission call so weird i feel so old girls! he is going to brazil and leaving on june 30th you should all come to the farewell if you can anyways love you all&lt;div&gt;aubdizzle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2569825646344265972?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2569825646344265972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2569825646344265972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2569825646344265972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2569825646344265972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-chicas-so-once-again-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S4IWxEW1zII/AAAAAAAAAfY/4Ca3RrG2gwE/s72-c/DSCN0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6564696026252838852</id><published>2010-02-12T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:27:48.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I teach in the BYU business school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S3XxafIOswI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i4tmQO2ZLGc/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S3XxafIOswI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i4tmQO2ZLGc/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437517562454651650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear girls.  If you didn't know, somehow I became a professor in the marriott school of management this week.   What qualifies me to do such a thing, well let me just tell you.  Apparently I have some of the worst conversational skills this university has seen. Confused? Let me explain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during a recent episode of my life, I was dating a boy and needed to let him know that i didn't want it to go any further, that i was done.  I had to get across the message that I didn't want to date him anymore, but because he was a good friend, I didn't want things to get awkward.  You know, i couldn't just do my normal, sorry its not going to work, I'll probably never see you again deal.  So i tried an assortment of techniques... aka things that did not work like avoidance, text messages, phone calls that never got to the point, etc.  So while all of this was going on, my friend mitch called me one day and i told him what was going on.  He said "ange, i've got the solution.  Ha, all you've got to do is follow the steps in this book."  and so, I did it.  And, it worked.  I had one of the best "break-up" conversations of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so the book is called crucial conversations.  It teaches you how to get across your point while maintaining a safe and mutually beneficial atmosphere for both parties.  There is a course in the business core called organization behavior and the book is their text.  And Mitch is the TA.  Well, just this past Monday, Mitch calls me and tells me that his professor wants me to come share my experience with the class.  Oh my goodness. I wanted to die. How embarrassing to share my break up problems with a class of one hundred beautiful business school boys.  But, because I LOVE MITCH I of course did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after my lecture, the professor says, "that was great, you ready for round two?"  i'm like what? and He's like, oh the class really liked the interactive portion of your lecture and I asked Mitch if you'd teach my other class too.  Ha, so then I did it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two hundred (mostly single) boys later, I had told basically my whole dating pool at BYU that I was horrible at relationships and had to use a book to handle conversations.  It was probably my defining moment of college.  Ha, but at least someone got to have a laugh at my ridiculousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just thought I would share.   Hope you girls have a wonderful Presidents Day WEEKEND!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6564696026252838852?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6564696026252838852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6564696026252838852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6564696026252838852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6564696026252838852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-teach-in-byu-business-school.html' title='I teach in the BYU business school'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S3XxafIOswI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/i4tmQO2ZLGc/s72-c/IMG_1366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5004622443272882725</id><published>2010-02-11T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:23:27.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Tip of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S3R0uG74biI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9WTH5jvTi-w/s1600-h/tumblr_kxnngylUMl1qab166o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S3R0uG74biI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9WTH5jvTi-w/s400/tumblr_kxnngylUMl1qab166o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437098985627610658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name one thing that is better than a sleeping bag you wear on your body. Thats right, nothing. Nothing is better than a sleeping bag you wear on your body. Valentine's Day gift for my lover? Check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, Rachie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5004622443272882725?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5004622443272882725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5004622443272882725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5004622443272882725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5004622443272882725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/02/fashion-tip-of-day.html' title='Fashion Tip of the Day...'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/S3R0uG74biI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9WTH5jvTi-w/s72-c/tumblr_kxnngylUMl1qab166o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7463832492476293217</id><published>2010-02-11T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:21:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S'Mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So... Last night me and the Mitz were walking laps around the neighborhood.  It was a really pretty night, and not too cold considering it's mid-February.  On our last lap, a friendly little cat came slinking out of the oak brush and wanted to visit with us.  We stopped and petted the cat, and on a whim I tried to pick it up.  If you know me, you know that I try to force myself on cute small creatures (kittens, puppies, small children...) but most of the time they reject me.  Well, this little cat let me pick him up and actually liked me. It followed us all the way around the block and stayed right on my heels.  Then i got this F to the abulous idea.  I'd lure the cat down to where Rob and I park our cars, because I know for a fact there are mice down there.  I picked up the cat and knocked on our door... When Rob answered he just stared at me and the cat and told me to take it back to wherever I found it ha ha.  Then I made him pour some milk in a dish for the cat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now to the naming of the cat... it was kind of matted and mangy but had a cute face and kind of light brownish greyish fur.  I told my mom and Rob I'd call it Smokeycause it was a smokey color you see.  Then Robi piped up and says "how about, in the honor of the late cat mocha, you name this one Smocha?"  Me and the Mitz loved it.  So now I pretend I have a stray cat named Smocha.  I tried to get Robi to take a picture of me holding it but he wouldn't... I'll try to get a picture if I ever see little Smocha again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7463832492476293217?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7463832492476293217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7463832492476293217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7463832492476293217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7463832492476293217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/02/smocha.html' title='S&apos;Mocha'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7751724897482358384</id><published>2010-01-30T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:54:36.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a First for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've had many firsts in my life! like the first time I peeled my own orange on our senior trip to california! The first time I put on my own sheets on a bed at efy when I was like fifteen! The first time I kissed a boy who was an argentine. The first time I became an aunt at the age of two! And the first time I swore with my neighbor drew one summer we swore everyday! Well last week something happened to me that was a first and a second! So i had a cold and one morning on my drive to school I coughed and some of that gross stuff came up so I needed to spit it out (sorry for the sick details) So i proceeded to roll down my window and I turned to spit it out and everyone knows my bad talents of spitting in the first place so i should have been more cautious but i continued and instead of it going out the window it landed straight on the door right under the open window. YEAH i know! sick so luckily I had this rag in my car and wiped it up! So I laughed real hard by myself and the next day you'd think i would have learned but the exact same thing happened! How is that even possible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S2UoxUv9JFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3nthij4TsYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432793353340920914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S2UoxUv9JFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3nthij4TsYQ/s400/IMG_0804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So my life is going pretty great! I am loving student teaching. those kids are super funny. I wish you guys could meet them cause they are pretty funny. THere are a like four though that I wish i could punch or that they would be absent everyday. This one will never stop talking! She tells me that her dad is a circus clown? yeah what a crazy. anywho I'm excited to see you all hopefully this weekend for rachi's birthday dinner! I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7751724897482358384?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7751724897482358384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7751724897482358384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7751724897482358384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7751724897482358384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-first-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a First for everything'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/S2UoxUv9JFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3nthij4TsYQ/s72-c/IMG_0804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2893022704631059284</id><published>2010-01-19T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:32:22.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Life is great.  Seriously, I don't know if it could get better.  I'm not bragging because that would be rude, but I have it pretty good right now.  I have a damn sexy husband who lets me pick his zits (reluctantly however), I love my little basement apartment, I'm basically a chef and make the best meals ever, I don't have school this semester, and i don't have to be at work till 10.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't get how I'm so lucky, but I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Rob and I have a church calling.  We teach the 4 year olds.  It's interesting.  One of the boys still wears diapers.  Remember, these children are 4.  I don't see how that is possible to be pooping your pants at age 4.  There is another little girl who is basically mute.  She's deathly allergic to peanuts and hates men.  There is a set of twins; one boy one girl.  The girl has all brothers and it shows.  When we had them draw a picture about choosing the right she drew an alien.  Her brother had me draw a donkey for him that turned out looking like a giant pig.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;I just pray we don't get assigned sharing time for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2893022704631059284?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2893022704631059284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2893022704631059284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2893022704631059284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2893022704631059284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-beautiful-life.html' title='my beautiful life'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8959749638433504</id><published>2009-12-17T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:01:21.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Syp_-gewHlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/izXc-BTeZQs/s1600-h/snow-kiss_239x185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Syp_-gewHlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/izXc-BTeZQs/s400/snow-kiss_239x185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416282213713976914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my fellow Pink Ladies! yes it has been quite some time since i wrote on our blog, but my i indeed say that i wrote a way long post last week and i went to publish it and it deleted! just my luck huh, or im just computer aliterate. Any ways im super excited for Kenzi's bridal shower tomorrow thats going to be so fun i cant wait see you all its been too long!&lt;div&gt;Ok well i have been missing kenzis long lists of things she used to write so im going to write one of my own in hopes she can write one to us all soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My List OF Christmas Bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i love this time of year with all the christmas cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- window shopping with my mom and sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-people bustling around in bundles of coats, scarves, and mittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hot cocoa with the tiny marshmellows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-having a boyfriend during the holidays ha ha i love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-homemade presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-making cookies and eating so much dough your sick to your stomach to eat any cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-being with friends and family laughing together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-helping friends prepare and plan a wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sitting by a crackling fire while reading a good book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sledding down crazy hills while laughing and crying at the same time cause your so scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-snowboarding till you can't stand anymore cause your so sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-wreaths on front doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here are just a couple funny things i dislike about this time of year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-crappy drivers that think they own the road in the snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-random christmas gifts from grandma she found in the back of her closet she insists i need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-helping my mom decorate the tree with christmas lights and when you plug them in only half work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-driving back to logan 3 times a week to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways i do love christmas and this time of year is my favorite, well ta ta for now see ya on the morrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8959749638433504?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8959749638433504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8959749638433504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8959749638433504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8959749638433504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-my-fellow-pink-ladies-yes-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Syp_-gewHlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/izXc-BTeZQs/s72-c/snow-kiss_239x185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-1202768207736069009</id><published>2009-12-11T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:56:23.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckenzi Rogers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well hello there everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Long time no blog eh?  I am oh so very sorry that i have been MIA for so long but sometimes life does that.  I am writing this while I sit on my exercise ball at work.  You heard me, I sit on one of those lovely exercise balls while I sit at my desk.  Sometimes when nobody is around I do sit ups ha ha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I wish I had access to some fun pictures to put up, but unfortunately I don't have anything!  Rob and I have been hella busy these past few whiles.  It's a funny joke trying to be a full time student, work full time, and plan a wedding.  Good thing I have you girls and other people to help me out!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My favorite thing that has happened lately is... drum roll please... Rob and I finished re-doing our kitchen!  It was the worst experience of my life trying to refinish those cupboards, but they turned out great and I love them!  Rob and I will have to host fun little parties and you guys can have funny date nights in our basement apartment ha ha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, I'm really excited to see all of you at my shower and hopefully nobody gives me anything too raunchy.  I only accept gifts that are mildly raunchy.&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/8863280262125035187-1202768207736069009?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/1202768207736069009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=1202768207736069009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1202768207736069009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1202768207736069009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/12/mckenzi-rogers.html' title='Mckenzi Rogers?'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-148853332478332184</id><published>2009-12-04T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:38:24.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you call your lover boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Sx3XxBUH47I/AAAAAAAAALI/u_NLLF-MCzU/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719564335604658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Sx3XxBUH47I/AAAAAAAAALI/u_NLLF-MCzU/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baaaby, oohh baaby, my sweet baaby, your the one! That's how I would call my lover boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This new snow begins the season for argyle socks, boots, scarfs, big coats, hot chocolate, and fire places and so much more fun that I just love! sometimes i think of how nice it would be to live in a place where it is warm all the time like Arizona or Hawaii and how i would not miss the scraping of the windows each morning, the fishtailing on the way to school, or the freezing temperatures but then I just think of all the fun and tradition that we have grown up with in Utah and the lovely snow and I could not live without it for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So my day today was pretty much out of a movie. It all began when I got of the front door and there was a foot of snow on my car and I had to scrape it off while I froze my bum off. Then I get to the school's computer lab to print off my assignment and oh what do you know I forgot to email it to myself last night! That is just great so I hurry and type up some sort of replica that wasn't even good and turned it in. After my classes I go back out to my car and there is a sparkling orange boot on my tire. So I get the papers from my windshield and go back inside and apparently I have too many parking tickets. Yes that's right each day i try to trick the police and park where i'm not supposed to. So I call the number on the paper and they say we'll have someone come pick you up and take you to the office to pay the tickets. So instead of paying over the phone I have to wait 40 minutes for a random stranger to come pick me up. His truck smelled like hot farts and I rode in silence to the office. Then I paid the fifty dollars and finally got my car back. Next i had to drive to Spanish Fork in the crazy weather to get some stuff for school and while i am watching tv as i eat my lunch I cry over a cheesy christmas commercial. What does this day even mean? The rest of the day went pretty well but I didn't even understand all the craziness at the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well gang its a treat to know you! good luck with finals and see you at kenzi's shower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;write on the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-148853332478332184?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/148853332478332184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=148853332478332184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/148853332478332184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/148853332478332184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-do-you-call-your-lover-boy.html' title='how do you call your lover boy?'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Sx3XxBUH47I/AAAAAAAAALI/u_NLLF-MCzU/s72-c/IMG_0730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2179083375679152055</id><published>2009-11-12T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:56:50.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SvycEjDjeAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3tGnvyOdQRU/s1600-h/Bob+Marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SvycEjDjeAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3tGnvyOdQRU/s320/Bob+Marley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403365254881310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;on a scale of 1 to 10, how much do i love bob marley? that would be 100%. everyone needs to listen to the reggae master. and smoke weed while they do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so the other night lisa and i went to see the byu ambassadors performance, and i'll tell you what i learned two things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;thing one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: i love old people. this fact was actually already established before this night but it was reinforced at the show. there were the greatest old men there... with checkered sweaters and tan hats or tweed suit coats with elbow patches. and they just loved their little wives with their white hair and pink lipstick. i tell you what, i would rather hang out with old people any day. and i'm not lying either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;thing two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: i REALLY REALLY love dancing. this too was already established, but anyways. by this i mean i love dancing. preferably to disco or funk. i also wish i knew how to ballroom cause that would be so fun. sometimes when i go dancing somewhere i can't control myself and i just go crazy. it is such a great feeling. kind of like when you run like the wind, as fast as you can, thats how it is when you go dancing. don't worry i'm not one of those sick dancers that think they are all cute and sexy and stuff. i definitely know that i'm not normal, thats probably why i enjoy it so much. but i also hate it when you go to a dance with lame people that don't even dance and then you feel like a moron all the time, man that sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and i just want to say that reading is the most fantastic thing that has ever been invented. besides a big plate of spaghetti and green beans, of course. sometimes i wish that i could just spend every minute of every day reading, and even then i couldn't get to every book i want to! but my current find, John Steinbeck's East of Eden is wonderful. please read it. actually nicole, remind me to give you the book you wanted. (i can't remember which one it was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SvyajQtmA_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NC54tgi4nDA/s320/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403363583510053874" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;oh yeah, and i have a date with these two little guys this friday! i'm so excited. i think we'll go to stumpy burger. nicole, i know you're cringing but i'll let you know if its good! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;peace out women, rabid dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2179083375679152055?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2179083375679152055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2179083375679152055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2179083375679152055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2179083375679152055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-scale-of-1-to-10-how-much-do-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SvycEjDjeAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3tGnvyOdQRU/s72-c/Bob+Marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-822101904688242445</id><published>2009-10-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:19:04.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;So its a chilly thursday evening up here in the northern part of Utah, a small town called Logan. I just got done waitressing and only made a handful of dough tonight, but its ok its only a Thursday. You girls are going to laugh i have a funny little tale to tell, maybe its not that funny but it was way funny to me. Ok so i was walking to my history design class yesterday around perciously 1:30, there was a cold breeze nipping at my nose, not of spot of sunshine in the sky only thick gray clouds lay low across the Logan valley. I found myself crouching my neck further down into my scratchy knit scarf when I realized how close i was walking to these girls in front of me. And i think only i notice these kinds of things cause im weird like this but i specifically noticed that 80% of the girls i passed that day were wearing Uggs, and they tucked them into their jeans. Well one of the two girls tucked hers in, oh my they were the nappiest old black boots and all of a sudden I am dying im laughing so hard because her boots some how were all crunched in at the heel and rolled in toward the ankle like a little kid. I dont know what my problem was but i was out of control laughing, my laughed echoed between the business building and the library. I had to pretend to be on the phone cause i was embarrassed. Danget i wish you girls could of seen it oh well. That was my funny story for the week. Oh and nicole i put this pic up cause it was kind of like your last one you put up haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;love you girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quote of the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;The difference between style and fashion is quality -Giorgio Armani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Suplqs10BmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g5W4ylkb5Iw/s1600-h/SANY1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Suplqs10BmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g5W4ylkb5Iw/s400/SANY1912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398238887622739554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-822101904688242445?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/822101904688242445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=822101904688242445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/822101904688242445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/822101904688242445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-is-in-air.html' title='Halloween is in the Air'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Suplqs10BmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g5W4ylkb5Iw/s72-c/SANY1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-9154861799833972045</id><published>2009-10-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:31:53.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Friend (sister fran)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SuZ2Fct7DcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DnelyHUcHfE/s1600-h/DSC_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397131039430348226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SuZ2Fct7DcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DnelyHUcHfE/s400/DSC_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P to the r-o-crastination~! That is what my life is right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am definatly waiting till the last minute to write this paper for tomorrow. I keep trying to work on it but it just doesn't work out. So you know how you just go throughout life and you think you are just living and going through the motions but then you have these periods and you realize these last three years or so you have just been learning so much about yourself. And that is why we have these years because we need to know what we are like. Yeah I was just thinking about that today. I have learned super huge amounts about myself. and how i act in certain situations and with certain people. Even though at times it was sucky learning it there is no doubt it will help me in the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So i have had this sudden urge and goal to do something daring and different this summer and next year. I feel like I just need to move somewhere preferably a city and start my teaching career maybe China or New York and start a side job in craftyness making! And I am going to meet new people and embark on a new life. And people will call me Alice and I will be this chic (pronounced sheek) girl and I will be so independant. And I will ride my bike places and eat cupcakes at cafes outside. and i will read books at the park and have lights outside my apartment hanging around. I will listen to the cutest music and dance around in my underwear and a tank top! i will watch the snow fall down on my balcony wearing cute sweaters and leggings. and write in my journal by lamp light. ha I hope this is not making anyone gag. i just need it so humor me. I just have to do it! But don't worry I will still write on the blog so no one will forget about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well I probably should do my paper now. I already know its going to be crap! but i hope everyone is doing splendid and has a happy halloween. i'll probably see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Song of the week: &lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/lullaby%2C%20priscilla%20ahn/1/"&gt;Lullaby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;alice N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4880ca848d30f4ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4880ca848d30f4ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DED99BAE30D76978C7D625A17FFE6F82C4A3F45F.82D2084B90E1A375ADC59DDFB13216E604DB061C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4880ca848d30f4ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJUlGr-Hedb6r7VFJ82GJQ5JEHeI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4880ca848d30f4ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DED99BAE30D76978C7D625A17FFE6F82C4A3F45F.82D2084B90E1A375ADC59DDFB13216E604DB061C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4880ca848d30f4ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJUlGr-Hedb6r7VFJ82GJQ5JEHeI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-9154861799833972045?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/9154861799833972045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=9154861799833972045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/9154861799833972045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/9154861799833972045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/sister-friend-sister-fran.html' title='Sister Friend (sister fran)'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SuZ2Fct7DcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DnelyHUcHfE/s72-c/DSC_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5641306402166844269</id><published>2009-10-14T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:02:08.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked I Slip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So… somehow I am a nerd and have really started loving anagrams.  I think they are the best thing ever invented. To remind you all, (because as of two days ago I didn’t remember what they were,) anagrams are words that if you re-arrange the letters, they make new words that have actual meaning… the above title means pink ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We could create a whole secret code with this stuff….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jasperfforde.com/giveaway/images/anagram.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Who’s who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Next Beer, Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dirty Beef Runty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Car Ware Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anal Headers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cozen Germ Risk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Human Baby User&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Snob Recoil On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5641306402166844269?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5641306402166844269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5641306402166844269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5641306402166844269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5641306402166844269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/naked-i-slip.html' title='Naked I Slip'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-92006474211039472</id><published>2009-10-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:13:18.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Lady Sleepover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StT7dUBOR4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/B8k9Xy3tapY/s1600-h/n1558920025_30016212_1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StT7dUBOR4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/B8k9Xy3tapY/s400/n1558920025_30016212_1210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392211134877943682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola Chicas!&lt;div&gt;So im way happy that we are all getting together friday and plalying with each other! So i dont really know what are plans are for sure but you all know me and nicole and we like to plan things so we want to go to dinner and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Then here are some other things i think we should do ..... and please add to the list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-take pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- make cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-paint nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-prank phone calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-it would kind of be funny to have another trading party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-discuss you know who about tyin the knot;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-92006474211039472?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/92006474211039472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=92006474211039472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/92006474211039472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/92006474211039472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-lady-sleepover.html' title='Pink Lady Sleepover!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StT7dUBOR4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/B8k9Xy3tapY/s72-c/n1558920025_30016212_1210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-1489371558986139687</id><published>2009-10-12T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:40:17.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rekindled Flame... aka we're blogging again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLnE_njghI/AAAAAAAAAJk/l7MCCFDWaek/s1600-h/byu_tshirt-p235841077889888815trru_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLnE_njghI/AAAAAAAAAJk/l7MCCFDWaek/s320/byu_tshirt-p235841077889888815trru_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391625776898736658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear girls:I love you.  I love us.  I love BYU and I love my ridiculously great life which is lacking all "man" kind.  Can I just say thanks to everyone for posting? I always miss hearing about your lives and I am pretty sure we all need to remember to post something new like once a month at least... dealio?  Ok, well here we go...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so my life goes like this.  I'm going to BYU aka zoobie ville and I'm majoring in Public Relations with a minor in nonprofit managment and hopefully a second minor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in business.  and what do i do with all my time? oh yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ACCOUNTING...accounting....ACCOUNTING....accounting. Yeah, Kenz, how do you do this stuff?  I'm basically taking acc 200 which is a weeding class for the accounting major.  I of course do not want to be in the accounting school like half of byu, i just have to take the class for my major/minor, thus i'm competing with a great bunch of business nerds. Its actually kind of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLkcPqzXSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/aMC_O0xaxVA/s320/n205400428_30778185_33.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391622877809433890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I do that and then I dream about the boys I wish I was dating.  There is this one real great character in my ward named Chris Sonne.  He is a real fabulous one. Genious California boy who plays guitar and sings funny songs.  He knows every song possible. It is intimidating with my lack of music knowledge.  Oh also rach, he knows Bob... and he tells me he is sure you're fabulous if you are related to him.  He is the man on the right. so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLpFKw4_3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/WzZKN50gNXk/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391627978913939314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm going off on a tangent.  So i date McKay a little bit still but we don't have a "relationship".  We just see each other a couple times a month and talk like twice a week.  He's a great guy but its hard for me to do long distance (as we all know) so, i refuse.  These are pics when me and aub visited SNOW at the beginning of their school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, i have this new fear called "i'm the unlucky charm".  it basically means that two and a half of the boys i have recently dated are marrying the girls they started dating after me.  I'm real scared that i'm everyone else's good luck charm and have no charm of my own? ha, its fine. I'll just go find a pot of gold and change my luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example One:  Cam the man crocket... aka sexy pool boy gets married:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLnkgxen4I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cLFrRAf4jdE/s320/10125_1225087954877_1459356678_1646819_1511362_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391626318374674306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example Two: Jeff the californian .... engaged to Nat.. they are real cute together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLn1zWq_OI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ES6yIeeSCIw/s320/6489_150468520139_660785139_3791846_1412838_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391626615420288226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Last but definitely not least... the love affair of harrisman and DC girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLocZuypNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KUyHHuFmr5w/s400/7016_695404347129_17807488_38885956_6764785_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391627278557029586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life is good.  And, i'm really not too worried.  Anyways, My fam had a real fun time having family pics about three weeks ago so here is a little bit of that.  I love my family.  They are so great.  I never realized that my siblings would all become my best friends.  Pretty sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are planning a trip together to ride the train to Denver to watch wicked.. .. yes, i said we are going to take a train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLpkKZtiAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gObzmsnjydE/s400/dr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391628511392663554" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so i'm done.  sorry.  See you this weekend? Have a great week... love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;andrea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-1489371558986139687?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/1489371558986139687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=1489371558986139687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1489371558986139687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1489371558986139687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/rekindled-flame-aka-were-blogging-again.html' title='Rekindled Flame... aka we&apos;re blogging again.'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/StLnE_njghI/AAAAAAAAAJk/l7MCCFDWaek/s72-c/byu_tshirt-p235841077889888815trru_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7118206695076330055</id><published>2009-10-08T17:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:04:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6MEfDPBZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vsC-igcQfaE/s1600-h/10121_1041810422492_1742539511_81591_1365698_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6MEfDPBZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vsC-igcQfaE/s400/10121_1041810422492_1742539511_81591_1365698_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399812691494290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6L4ZiyMxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8UVhNHiji4s/s1600-h/CIMG0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6L4ZiyMxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8UVhNHiji4s/s400/CIMG0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399605054780178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6Lr7Ul7cI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iH7aCED-GfI/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6Lr7Ul7cI/AAAAAAAAAI0/iH7aCED-GfI/s400/Photo+146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390399390783761858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my  im strugglin, ignore my computer illiteracy ha ha . read the bottom blog first ops K yes so what i was sayin im at USU im a jr. in college but now starting as a freshmen in the Interior Design program, and yes i have four more years! shoot me ha but no i love it! There are so many fun classes and teachers i think everyone should just go into interior design! One thing that my professors have really been stressin on us is to just go out and see the world, i want to get that travel bug in me and get out of utah and see whats out there. I just took a history exam on Rome today and ok Im going there! I want to go see the Pantheon, the Colosseum, the Roman Baths ah and you girls are comin too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am dating a boy that i have been quite fond for several years,  I couldnt keep my eyes off him from the moment he entered my home ward, me and kenz yes had to have a code name for him cause we didnt want him to know we were always talking about him haha were so dumbe but i love it! I wrote him for two years and yes now were dating! he is a cutie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got back from lake powell sunday i wish you girls could of all enjoyed the sunny weather and clear water with me, hey theres always next time tho right. Well ladies im super excited to see you all next weekend for our sleepover i have a feeling we are going to be lauging way hard and bein funny like the good ol times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright well the rest of you ladies need to update&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you all to death &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then chow darlings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7118206695076330055?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7118206695076330055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7118206695076330055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7118206695076330055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7118206695076330055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-day-has-come_4378.html' title='A New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6MEfDPBZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vsC-igcQfaE/s72-c/10121_1041810422492_1742539511_81591_1365698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8749130128310704394</id><published>2009-10-08T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:48:25.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8749130128310704394?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8749130128310704394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8749130128310704394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8749130128310704394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8749130128310704394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-day-has-come_08.html' title='a New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6656488153476460524</id><published>2009-10-08T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:45:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Has Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6HUOHanoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rwh9WzIE43I/s1600-h/usu_bigblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6HUOHanoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rwh9WzIE43I/s400/usu_bigblue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390394585465396866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hola my fello pink chicas! so i like nicoleys idea about just updating all of us about our lives and whats going on cause yeah we never see each other! so my first item of business that i just have to get out there is that im engaged and you are all my bridesmaids. Ha ha jk i just wanted to say that. Ok so Im up here at freezing cold north pole! At USU for my first year, I live at Oakridge Apartments down the hill from the pretty campus. My grandma martin gave my her old school white bike and i ride it to school its pretty sweet, besides the huge hill i have to walk it up. If i feel like being lazy that day then i usually take the shuttle, oh my and i have to tell you one of my many facinating stories on my shuttle rides. So me and dani got on the shuttle and it was cram packed like sardins in a can, of cold college students. And so dani sat down and i went to sit down next to her and saw that there was all this chocolate poo stuff on the sit, so i sat on the other side of her. And every stop we made everyone would go and sit there but then look at the crap that was on it and turn away and we would laugh everytime we saw someone come and try to sit there. And then our last stop before campus this man, who was yes dressed up suit and tie and breifcase sat down in the mess. Oh my i just died when he did! everyone on the shuttle was just staring at us. Then the man turns to us and was like what are you two laughing? He was like i feel like you girls are laughing at an inside joke about me, and i seriously was about to role on the floor. Then when we got off he was like you two are awkward girls and he had it on his butt. That right there just made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6656488153476460524?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6656488153476460524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6656488153476460524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6656488153476460524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6656488153476460524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-day-has-come.html' title='A New Day Has Come'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss6HUOHanoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rwh9WzIE43I/s72-c/usu_bigblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-700483943079859338</id><published>2009-10-08T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:09:39.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss59bznjTTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NsS0DFdjjzg/s1600-h/IMG_6311.JPG'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss5-GW4fqMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GkCboOFwsDw/s1600-h/IMG_5451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss5-GW4fqMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GkCboOFwsDw/s400/IMG_5451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390384451695913154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nicole, you are the bomb. i'm so happy you wrote on here cause i didn't want to have to write twice in a row. only morons do that... just kidding kenz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;well, if we are all updating on our little goober lives, here is mine! my name is rabid dog. at the moment i am fretting because my hands are super super dry and so are my eyeballs. i can hardly see out of these things because of my stupid contacts. other than that i am doing quite well! i'm stick rockin over here at byu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss56ZNHYWnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BIiANtj710U/s200/byu_logo_1969-1998.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390380377444997746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i constantly get laughs out of this school every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; although i'm the first to admit it has a huge population of people who are normal, there are still those who are quite confused in life. take yesterday for example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i was trekking around school when i saw this boy. he was super tall and skinny with this backpack on that weighed about 300 pounds. He had that hair that is black and kind of poofy, you know what i'm saying. and he was doing that fast nerdy walk. and not only was this hilarious but he had his head cocked to the side while he was nervously speeding to class. i just about fell over and died it was so freakin funny. so here i was trying to contain my laughter from snorting out of my body when this girl comes puffing down the sidewalk. she was a little bit bigger and she was wearing this powder blue polo that was buttoned all the way to the top, and these khaki shorts. you know the kind without pockets. yes. and she was just running full speed to her class. it was the funniest thing i'd ever seen in my life. now this isn't meant to be mean or anything, i just wanted to let you know what my life is like these days. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;secondly, i'm a microbiology major with an art minor. mainly i don't really know why thats my major cause i'd really rather do art all day long. preferably sketching nudes. i was just about to post a figure of a nude when i realized that wasn't quite appropriate for the byu library i'm sitting in... anyways, i want to study human genetics, mainly genetic diseases. i want to be a professor as well as do research. i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss59bznjTTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NsS0DFdjjzg/s200/IMG_6311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390383720675102002" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i live here with these hobos. and i really really love it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;welp, see ya later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;rachie boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-700483943079859338?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/700483943079859338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=700483943079859338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/700483943079859338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/700483943079859338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/nicole-you-are-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/Ss5-GW4fqMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/GkCboOFwsDw/s72-c/IMG_5451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6188098703008874077</id><published>2009-10-07T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:25:05.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS GOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't worry I am the coolest pink lady and starting up the blog again. There must have been some confusion or rumor going around that this had ended but you are all wrong. IT WILL NEVER END! oh my! We are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uvu.edu/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt; all so busy right now and i don't even get how we are in our third year of college. It sicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uvu.edu/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt; me out and sometimes i want to throw up when i think about how old we are. I am almost twenty one and it is so gagful. But anyway my point is that we haven't been in touch as much but recently but we are doing better these last few weeks. I like in the fall when everyone's birthday's start over so we can go to dinner at least once a month. Its great. So we should all write a blog and update everyone on our lives. I'll go first obviously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1WBy2widI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qmmHDm-oOt4/s1600-h/header2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390058917863655890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1WBy2widI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qmmHDm-oOt4/s400/header2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I am going to uvu here in orem utah. I am studying elementry education and this is my last year. I start student teaching in January which i'm way excited but a little bit nervous. Mostly just excited to wear cute teacher clothes and have all the students parents want to set me up with their nephews neighbors &amp;amp;sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1W50JiDqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/s4hE4Add4HE/s1600-h/womens_jackets_v2_m56577569830542763.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390059880283508386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1W50JiDqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/s4hE4Add4HE/s400/womens_jackets_v2_m56577569830542763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am single. Its great? sometimes. I have many crushes as you all know that I love every boy that I see and is trendy even if i have never met him. I have a new calling in my ward which is ward prayer chorister. Its great. I stand up in front of my whole ward and wave my arm around letting everyone know that i don't work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1XbPpzwAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hpn0QaQxyBo/s1600-h/46ccb8072a784856.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390060454602326018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1XbPpzwAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hpn0QaQxyBo/s400/46ccb8072a784856.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1XbPpzwAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hpn0QaQxyBo/s1600-h/46ccb8072a784856.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I live at Raintree Apartments home of a the most social hot tub, most nerdy creepers, and most bon losee girls with manacin heads decorating their balcony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have also been having dreams about jon turnbow and its freakin me out. In my dreams he comes home from his mission and is way attractive and we date. Please help this not come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1Ypgb1VwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/179PxI_pxSw/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390061799136909058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1Ypgb1VwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/179PxI_pxSw/s400/DSC00700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And last but most important my mom is expecting her fifth child. Yes I know it is quite a shock to us all but guess she is just following a pattern. (that last part was a joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am so excited for next friday for our sleepover. My parents will be out of town so they said we could have it at my house. but it doesn't matter. It is just going to be so super. and rach and me were talking about how we are so excited for our christmas party. I am getting emotional right now thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ps don't forget my birthday is coming up. my next blog will contain a list for the presents that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Songs of the week: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/winter%20song/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Winter Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypem.com/search/french%20navy/1/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;French Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6188098703008874077?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6188098703008874077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6188098703008874077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6188098703008874077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6188098703008874077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-good.html' title='LIFE IS GOOD!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Ss1WBy2widI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qmmHDm-oOt4/s72-c/header2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7393714926669653873</id><published>2009-06-12T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:47:32.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you want to kiss right now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SjLa-P6wDpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O5bCWRF10ho/s1600-h/JIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SjLa-P6wDpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O5bCWRF10ho/s320/JIM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346576470601895570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now I would LOVE to kiss Jim. Is he not so cute? So, who do you want to kiss?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PINK LADIES DAY! I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Houston... I love it! Minus the humidity and abnormal amounts of heat, I really really love it here! Mainly I'm the only white person in the city, its great, I feel half-black already. My mentor's name is Ioannis (pronounced Yaa-nis) and he's from Greece! He lives on an island there, I'm so jealous everytime he tells me about it. Good news, though, he said I could come visit, which I'm for sure planning to do- and bringing you all with me. (And Nicole, I'm sure that will be the place where your fantasy of "girl goes on vacation, meets abnormally attractive boy, they fall in love" thing is definitely going to happen.) So as for my nerdy work, its super cool. We're studying Muscular Dystrophy, its a genetic disorder caused by these weird repeats in the RNA. And today I just finished a second set of experiments THAT WORKED! I'm so excited, cause you can actually see in the microscope the toxic RNA. Its so crazy, and I'm sure everyone is making fun of me in their minds right now... so it goes. But back to being normal, my roommates are freakin' awesome and we just laugh and drink lemonades in our spare time. Time is already going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there was my entire life story, so if anyone is still reading this, I just need you to look at this way cool thing I found. This chick actually made her wedding dress out of a sheet. I imagine one of us having that... it would be awesome! That could be our next party, making sheet dresses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rwoodstudio.com/ideas/summer08/inspirations/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Aub and Nicole, I think your farmers market booth is way awesome! I'm already planning stuff to make, if that is allowed, and I am so excited to come to it! I'm into this new bracelet phase, Jaci (my awesome roomie) is teaching me how to make these sweet ones out of embroidery floss and I'm attempting to master the technique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out -----&gt; rachie boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7393714926669653873?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7393714926669653873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7393714926669653873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7393714926669653873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7393714926669653873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-do-you-want-to-kiss-right-now.html' title='Who do you want to kiss right now?'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SjLa-P6wDpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O5bCWRF10ho/s72-c/JIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4816480018354172852</id><published>2009-06-04T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:03:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really hope there isn't a rule about writing two posts in a row?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As you all may know sometimes my mind goes into different kinds of modes.  There's fast motion mode, (where my mind makes me seem like i am doing everything so extra fast but really I'm just living a normal speed life) nickelodeon gak mode, (where I'm trying to fall asleep and these big balls or cylinder shapes made out of that foamy stuff they used to sale on nickelodeon  move around and engulf each other) surprise person mode (where I'm somewhere by myself and i imagine that whoever I have a crush on at the time comes around the corner and surprises me and brings me something or has something very great to say) and facebook status mode (where my mind thinks of perfect statuses that fit my life even though I've never changed my status.) Well on Tuesday i came across a new mode that i had never experienced before it is called blog post mode.  I was driving with aubrey after a sleep over to this so cute doughnut place called Daylight Donuts and the sun was shining so bright it made me start realizing that everyday i do or see little things that make me happy and get through each day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so this led me to come up with a great post entitled "The simple things in life that make me happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom cutting lilacs from the neighbors tree to put in a vase in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wearing my grey snowman pajama bottoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;seeing cute people around (Girl+Boy riding bikes at the Farmer's Market holding giant pink cotton candies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tanning, reading, or laying in my backyard on the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;driving through the streets in Provo and looking at all the cute old houses that I think I should buy (with a boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Laughing so hard I cry. (like the other night with kenzi and lynz because seth almost killed us driving to the most ridiculous movie in the world, or when telling the story of how I fell down catching Brittney's bouquet at her reception)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;riding bikes, playing tennis, playing catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;eating whoppers or sour cherry balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;finding a new song to become obsessed with and applying it to my life ex: Taylor swift- Love Story, Bonnie Taylor- Turn Around Bright Eyes, Boyz ll Men- I'll Make Love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Drinking lemonade and eating peanuts at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;surprise notes or texts or calls or letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;checking for tan lines in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;looking at adorable wedding and fashion blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;listening to celine dion full blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;remembering fun old times with the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;getting dressed up and going out to dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;taking pictures of every event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;waking up early and getting a lot of things accomplished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I might think of some more later that i will have to add on to the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;love alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4816480018354172852?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4816480018354172852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4816480018354172852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4816480018354172852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4816480018354172852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-get-rich-and-give-everybody-nice.html' title='lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance!!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8719488835829491854</id><published>2009-05-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:00:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oohh heeeey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SgJOsCj-GDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_txGJcdhvp0/s1600-h/outwithnic%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332911427269040178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SgJOsCj-GDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_txGJcdhvp0/s320/outwithnic%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello to all members of this blog!! It has been so long again since i have written and have just missed it. I mostly just miss everyone else writing so i just decided that I better contribute. So as you all know summer has arrived and it is a new start for us all. I think that we need to make the best of these next few months even though we are all pretty much doing our own seperate things we gotta have a SUMMER LIST of things we want to do. So anyway I took it upon myself to start and anyone can add to the list. But we really gotta do it and even other people can come like boys that you want to bring like rob or the kyles or harris or dj(the black boy) or the boys that are coming back from their missions or even coby?? haha. Okay i don't even know what i'm writing anymore. But here is the list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hot pots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;craft days on sundays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;second annual pink lady day remember its in June? but we have to do it when rach is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;float down sf river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hike the Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;go eat at Ruth's Diner in salt lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;take a yoga class together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hit up the kh pool (King Henry) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;go fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sidewalk chalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;lemonade stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;find me a boy just kidding but for real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ghost ride the whip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;spy or be sneaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay there is the started list feel free to expand or say that some are dumb. Well chictopias i just love you all and will talk to you lata. holla. nigga. for shizl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watch the movie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps the picture is a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee3iuhJaA6A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee3iuhJaA6A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8719488835829491854?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8719488835829491854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8719488835829491854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8719488835829491854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8719488835829491854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/05/oohh-heeeey.html' title='oohh heeeey'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SgJOsCj-GDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_txGJcdhvp0/s72-c/outwithnic%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5423680476290548277</id><published>2009-04-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:26:12.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I asked, when is the revolution?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323995292509010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SeKhgsPZ-6I/AAAAAAAAADI/O8prpb6Qy5s/s320/IMG_6989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SeKiLsHO0BI/AAAAAAAAADY/CfowJo91Rfk/s1600-h/IMG_7026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996031209099282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SeKiLsHO0BI/AAAAAAAAADY/CfowJo91Rfk/s320/IMG_7026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked out into my backyard after it rained yesterday, and I found these gorgeous flowers just popping out of the ground! I loved it. Spring is guaranteed the greatest time in the world! Isn't it the best when you get to walk around in the rain with your red umbrella? The grass is so green, and the weather is perfect for picnics. It is also time to dye Easter eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SeKiTwP7SaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Bk-uZw_b7Fs/s1600-h/teaparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323996169758263714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SeKiTwP7SaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Bk-uZw_b7Fs/s320/teaparty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I was thinking and decided that it is time for us to have a tea party! We need to dress up, wear lipstick, and eat cupcakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to wish everyone good luck with their finals... and make sure you're getting kicked out of the Spoon Me dance club by that crazy bouncer guy, hitting up Jewish parties, doorbell ditching fagget money suckers, making faces at babies, singing in the shower, riding your bike (preferably with a basket attatched), dreaming about our bright futures, laughing in the face of danger (what movie?), reading good books, and eating chocolate! Summer is around the corner and we've got good times to come! Yeehaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out! Rabid Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5423680476290548277?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5423680476290548277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5423680476290548277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5423680476290548277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5423680476290548277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-asked-when-is-revolution.html' title='And I asked, when is the revolution?'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SeKhgsPZ-6I/AAAAAAAAADI/O8prpb6Qy5s/s72-c/IMG_6989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6995008095015730443</id><published>2009-03-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:37:20.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who just got hired????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SbgVplRc-tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rgeyqdXwiwY/s1600-h/IMG_08911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312019564607634130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SbgVplRc-tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rgeyqdXwiwY/s320/IMG_08911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! I know I haven't written in quite sometime and I'm very sorry about that. I hope everyone is doing well. I have an anouncement for all of you who don't know yet. Jesse and Haley are having twins and she is due in July. One is a boy (expected name Ashton Ray Hales)and one is a girl (expected name Addison Kay Hales.) They're way funny about it and the whole family is going crazy. Also I don't know if everyone knew Josh and Amanda had their baby and her name is Arora (i'm not exactly sure on how to spell it) and we call her Rory and she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So I was flipping through my pictures and I remembered how frustrated Lou was with me when he was taking my bridals and I wasn't being cooperative.  He kept trying to position my hand for this picture and it wasn't working out.  He probably took like 15 pictures of this pose and when I got the cd back this was the only one on it.  I guess I was just hideous in the others.  Mostly I just posted this for Nicole (also the title is for you) because she was there and witnessed the awkwardness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways I doubt that made sense to anyone really but feel free to ignore it.  So I like to be updated on what everyone is doing with their lives so keep in touch!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynzee- where'd you go? I miss you so, seems like it's been forever since you've been gone... A popular song but such meaningful lyrics.  Nicole- If only have love for your own race than you only leave space to discriminate and discriminate only generates hate... "I love Asians." Kenzi- It's my life! It's now or never.  I ain't gonna live forever!... These are not words to live by.  Andrea- A moment like, this some people wait a lifetime.  For that one special kiss... Harris?  Aubrey- Last night I did a doughnut on her lawn- Sometimes she's hot, sometimes I'm cold, sometimes my head wants to explode... you and Dave.  Rachel- I'm off on a rocketship prepare for something new, ecstatic with the view... This song defines you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be happy everyone! Love Brittney Durfey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6995008095015730443?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6995008095015730443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6995008095015730443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6995008095015730443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6995008095015730443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-who-just-got-hired.html' title='Guess who just got hired????'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SbgVplRc-tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rgeyqdXwiwY/s72-c/IMG_08911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4277933834208507299</id><published>2009-02-27T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:53:26.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Sag2nmaPEeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YgAJaiZ64ig/s1600-h/Spoon+Me+Couples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Sag2nmaPEeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YgAJaiZ64ig/s400/Spoon+Me+Couples.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307552214809514466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Eat at spoon me! ha, I have to write an article for my Newswriting class and I wrote about my visit to Provo's own Spoon Me!  Here are two recently engaged couples hanging out at Spoon Me.  Sorry girlies, I'll remove this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4277933834208507299?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4277933834208507299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4277933834208507299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4277933834208507299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4277933834208507299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/02/everybody-eat-at-spoon-me-ha-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/Sag2nmaPEeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YgAJaiZ64ig/s72-c/Spoon+Me+Couples.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-480677338834638237</id><published>2009-02-25T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:22:58.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SaZDHOJz6hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/27z8yR0t0-c/s1600-h/friends+in+the+summer+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307003002240100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SaZDHOJz6hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/27z8yR0t0-c/s400/friends+in+the+summer+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So Brooke is taking this folklore class and its about like the study of people's culture, music, clothing, art and little traditions they do. Anyway she had to do an interview and she asked about something in my life that I had heard or said that was a tradition or custom. Kind of hard to explain. So I told her about our language that we have. You know how we say things and no one seems to understand or everyone takes literally. Well this is the report that she wrote from it. I was just laughing so hard I don't even get it. I though it would be fun for everyone to have so we can remember it when we are old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- “that’s normal:” used when something is out of the ordinary, sarcastic, ironic term to describe something out of the ordinary or cultural unacceptable&lt;br /&gt;- “fun:” used as an adjective for the words “weird” or “unenjoyable”&lt;br /&gt;- “oh my….” Said in a high pitched tone to describe a feeling of disbelief. Gradually morphed into just “oooh…”&lt;br /&gt;- “is that normal:” used when wanting to ask, “don’t you think that weird?”&lt;br /&gt;- “what does that mean?:” question to raise awareness of a strange situation&lt;br /&gt;- “Somehow:” used to soften the blow of something that is hard to say. Ex: “Somehow… I forgot to get that money I owe you.”&lt;br /&gt;- “I get so confused:” Used to say that you think someone is veering from a social&lt;br /&gt;norm&lt;br /&gt;- “remember when:” used right in the moment of something happening&lt;br /&gt;- “sucked off the horse:” Driving to California and Britney was driving. There were 2 vans close by that she was getting annoyed by. She said that van just sucked me off the horse. It means someone ruined your plans or something&lt;br /&gt;- “that hurts me”- used when something is stressful&lt;br /&gt;- “I don’t even get it”- something you do get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-480677338834638237?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/480677338834638237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=480677338834638237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/480677338834638237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/480677338834638237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-brooke-is-taking-this-folklore-class.html' title='Love You Long Time'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SaZDHOJz6hI/AAAAAAAAAHY/27z8yR0t0-c/s72-c/friends+in+the+summer+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5734650879027994671</id><published>2009-02-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:11:45.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;So I don't know what happened!!  I went from writing a post a week to not writing for an  excruciatingly long amount of time.  I think it's because nobody else was writing and so i felt dumb writing one post after the other.  Not much has been going on in my life lately... at least that you all don't know about ha ha.  I'm going to fail economics this semester... or maybe britt's brother can help me just enough to keep my head above the water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;You all know I live my life in phases.  I was trying to think about what phase i'm going through right now and i think it's come to me.  I nap.  A lot.  More than usual.  So much Chelsea is convinced I have mono ha ha.  Every day between school and work I have to sleep for at least an hour, but preferably 3, or I can't function for the day.  Another part of this phase of life is toast with butter and honey on it for breakfast and listening to chill half folk music ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;It would be fun if we all got together and did something sometime.  I've been wanting to tie dye shirts for some reason, if anyone would like to you should let me know and we can get our craft on.  I love crafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I hope that life is well for everyone.  I try to keep in touch with all of you but sometimes it gets crazy and so i don't stay on top of it too well.  Peace out ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5734650879027994671?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5734650879027994671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5734650879027994671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5734650879027994671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5734650879027994671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-worry-im-back.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-152564073693488890</id><published>2009-02-13T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:02:58.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's getting married...but it's definitely not me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I totally agree with Alice, and I'm glad that the blog is getting activated once again. But seriously Alana thought i was going to pass out I was laughing so hard when I read your post nicole. "she is large and well endowed". I couldn't handle myself. So funny. Anyways, the updates of life in my neck of the woods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYFoW0X4XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/w7T11OoSRbE/s1600-h/DSCF1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302431802153492850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYFoW0X4XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/w7T11OoSRbE/s400/DSCF1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1- What about Bob? Oh, Alyse gets engaged to him.... Ha, my sister is so happy, just loving this crazy man named Bob Barber. He's from washington and is super nice. He's going to Pharmacy school next year and Alyse is going to continue to teach 3rd grade for Alpine School district. The only down side, Bob says that now that she has to pay for his school, they can't keep her new car. haha, oh well. she can have my franklin when i get a new one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2- Next, I will tell you about the jealousy i feel toward my little brother. He's graduating in may and for his senior trip he is going to COSTA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYHLovnW9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Ja6A2bB_UA/s1600-h/n203000179_30546829_1683.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302433507772423122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYHLovnW9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/0Ja6A2bB_UA/s400/n203000179_30546829_1683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RICA. Cameron Bardsley's parents have a house on the beach there. Yeah, I know, a week and a half on the sand/sea is making me remember the days when i didn't go on our senior trip and then i broke my foot attempting to practice tricks on the trampoline because i always was the worst at them. ugh. Ha, but at least he's graduating huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3- And third, I'm doing my usual half-dating escapade. This boy's name is Harris. He is from Washington, D.C. and he is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYI2zweD-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vHYCZ8YmBA0/s1600-h/IMG_2936.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302435348974800866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYI2zweD-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vHYCZ8YmBA0/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ly smart. He is a convert to the church and the only member in his family. His mom is a writer who used to work at the white house during the Clinton administration. Now she does lots of freelancing and is currently writing a book about the Missionary Program of the LDS church, for nonmembers. This pic is of harris/his mom and elder ballard/elder cook last week when she was interviewing them for part of her book.  oh and did i mention that he is ridiculously skinny? well at least he is tall;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All in all, life is pretty good. I'm struggling with keeping up with school but I stay alive/awake with random texts from the Kenz that I truly appreciate. I miss you all and hope you have a wonderful valentines tomorrow!  Can we all play on Monday? puhleeaasse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Ands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-152564073693488890?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/152564073693488890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=152564073693488890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/152564073693488890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/152564073693488890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/02/someones-getting-marriedbut-its.html' title='Someone&apos;s getting married...but it&apos;s definitely not me.'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZYFoW0X4XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/w7T11OoSRbE/s72-c/DSCF1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-821178426778196476</id><published>2009-02-09T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:53:59.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the good people go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZEH_RWoSJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zTnSe8hHWUc/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301027019963254930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZEH_RWoSJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zTnSe8hHWUc/s400/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;UUUHHH excuse me friends the blog is not over. It keeps going for our whole lives. I keep checking it temporarily and no one ever writes on it. I miss Kenzi's weekly posts and everyone elses fun additions. So I'm starting it back up again. I'll be real mad if no one follows. So Ever since I moved to my first house last semester I kind of spyed on some people across the street. Yes, I know its awkward. But these people are so sick. There is like two couples living here and a few children and i try to discover who belongs to who. There is one women who is always wearing these knit shorts and short shirts or tank tops. She even wore them into the fall. She is also very large and very much endowed. So the short shirt does not please the eye. The man that I see most is always scruffy and they both never wear shoes. There hands are always full of beer and cigarettes. I feel terrible for the children and their neighbors. I always am so interested in this family and I don't even get why. also i always wanted to take a picture of the people but only got the house when I drove by.  These two aren't the people who live there.  Anyway I hope you all are having such good lives right now. Its been hard to keep track of all your love and school lives but i bet they are super. Well love you all!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-821178426778196476?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/821178426778196476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=821178426778196476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/821178426778196476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/821178426778196476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-all-good-people-go.html' title='Where did all the good people go?'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SZEH_RWoSJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zTnSe8hHWUc/s72-c/IMG_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4980622344794861176</id><published>2008-12-26T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:27:29.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Daddy Special Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SVUiBeN3rFI/AAAAAAAAACY/hpXH_OcGdBI/s1600-h/IMG_6214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284167146475596882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SVUiBeN3rFI/AAAAAAAAACY/hpXH_OcGdBI/s200/IMG_6214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey women! I just wanted to wish every one a freakin' awesome holiday season! I am so super glad that we are all homies and I'm pretty sure that there is not a cooler group of ladies in the whole world! I mean, first of all, we have Aubrey's laugh, and then Britt's burps, Kenzi's hairiness, Lynzee's "sexy fingers" :), Andrea's $3 shoes...and shirts...and pants (ha ha), and Nicole's constant awkwardness. I love it all! There is nowhere I'd rather be then with you guys, so thanks for always being there. I hope that this new year will bring awesome opportunites and experiences for all of us and I pray we will keep playing and laughing together. Yeehaw! So freak, lets make the best of this year-we'll only be 20 once! Lets PARTAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace and love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SVUg8pTvE3I/AAAAAAAAACI/ASuMsl_P5d0/s1600-h/peace+sign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SVUhgihV_4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/DfhLpEn_2a4/s1600-h/peace+sign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284166580695334786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SVUhgihV_4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/DfhLpEn_2a4/s200/peace+sign2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabid Dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;*&gt;Check out my sweet homemade gingerbread house! It kicks a.&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/8863280262125035187-4980622344794861176?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4980622344794861176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4980622344794861176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4980622344794861176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4980622344794861176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/12/mommy-and-daddy-special-time.html' title='Mommy and Daddy Special Time'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SVUiBeN3rFI/AAAAAAAAACY/hpXH_OcGdBI/s72-c/IMG_6214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8814568128496381143</id><published>2008-12-10T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:37:31.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna grow old with you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So today I was just being bored at work as usual when walked in this super cute grandma. She was probably about sixty or seventy. She came up to me and said that there were going to be six people for lunch. She waited for awhile and then the five other ladies came in. They were all so cute and stylish and all had presents for each other. I sat them at a booth and they just ate and talked for like two and a half hours. When they left they were all hugging and one lady was even crying cause she missed everyone so much. But anyways they reminded me so much of us. That is how we are going to be in thirty years, still having our christmas party and drawing names. It was just so adorable I had to share it with you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8300101866d54c26" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8300101866d54c26%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21B1FFE654DFDDB5F1A1174A999F22268738C646.43ACD7B5A496FE769A3E61E493B8D14174F6BF6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8300101866d54c26%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXTGuvGSb-bJGpTCjW72NsPev1aI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8300101866d54c26%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21B1FFE654DFDDB5F1A1174A999F22268738C646.43ACD7B5A496FE769A3E61E493B8D14174F6BF6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8300101866d54c26%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXTGuvGSb-bJGpTCjW72NsPev1aI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8814568128496381143?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8300101866d54c26&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8814568128496381143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8814568128496381143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8814568128496381143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8814568128496381143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-grow-old-with-you.html' title='I wanna grow old with you!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-1645467227644314973</id><published>2008-12-09T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:02:29.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/ST7q5qnprdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kVUWTTczVVY/s1600-h/friends_in_the_summer_095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277914089738841554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/ST7q5qnprdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kVUWTTczVVY/s400/friends_in_the_summer_095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-1645467227644314973?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/1645467227644314973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=1645467227644314973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1645467227644314973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1645467227644314973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/12/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/ST7q5qnprdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kVUWTTczVVY/s72-c/friends_in_the_summer_095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-643315035218857933</id><published>2008-11-27T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:16:56.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alphabet game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SS7yFFfNErI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mBrjBnr6rgA/s1600-h/P7030440-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273418382883754674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SS7yFFfNErI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mBrjBnr6rgA/s400/P7030440-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If you are ever during any time of your life bored out of your mind, play the alphabet game. It will surely amuse you enough to pass the time. It was discovered by two highly intelligent people in Washington D.C. so you know it is of the highest quality. All you need to do is locate a bottle that has a very large opening, but that can still fit into your mouth. For lynz that is a very large bottle, for me and Nicole the bottle is small ha ha. Then you just put the bottle in and try to say the alphabet. It is best played with at least one other person. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I love this day called thanksgiving and I hope everyone gorges themselves to the point of pain. My favorite items on the menu are the yams with marshmallows, green bean casserole, and rolls. I am as giddy as a schoolgirl thinking of the feast to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;While everyone is still in town we need to do something. A bon fire was talked about, but if anyone has any other ideas throw them out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-643315035218857933?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/643315035218857933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=643315035218857933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/643315035218857933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/643315035218857933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/alphabet-game.html' title='The Alphabet game'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SS7yFFfNErI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mBrjBnr6rgA/s72-c/P7030440-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6573385152517068484</id><published>2008-11-23T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:34:55.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just was real excited about my title because its a movie. Get it? So I think we all just loved being at britt's wedding on friday!! it was such a fantastic day full of crazy driving, saying things like "Who are they?" way too loud, falling down when trying to catch the boquet, unlatching britt's dress from the back at the temple and laughing at a woman in Old Navy for saying thanks for nothing. Wait those were all my embarassing moments of the day. So I tried to figure out photo bucket and here is the link. Try it and let me know if it worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s469.photobucket.com/albums/rr57/nicole__55/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://s469.photobucket.com/albums/rr57/nicole__55/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some of the shower that I'll try to put up later so you can just keep checking it i guess? I have now idea how it works really. But i'm so glad that we all got to play on my birthday it was a great night. oh and everyone I'm doing a special blog next week. so keep your eyes peeled!! it like a news article kind of. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Times TEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6573385152517068484?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6573385152517068484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6573385152517068484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6573385152517068484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6573385152517068484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-75037875198563136</id><published>2008-11-23T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:35:07.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When theres nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on FIRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SSnXw_LBTII/AAAAAAAAABw/32vDNMcDKSI/s1600-h/IMG_5755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982075405225090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SSnXw_LBTII/AAAAAAAAABw/32vDNMcDKSI/s320/IMG_5755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Durfs!&lt;/span&gt; My best friend in the whole world got married on Friday! It made me so happy I almost died. It was so cool to see them come out of the temple- its amazing we have the opportunity to get married in such a beautiful place. I just wanted to say congrats to Britt and Kyle and I'll love you forever! It made me realize that temple marriage is something I want, I didn't always know it was something for me. I'm so grateful for Britt's example, and I know you're laughing right now B, but for real! I know, I'm black eyed and scroungy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love and my life passed away last wednesday, Yoda. I'm actually so distraught I don't know quite how to function in society. He's been through some great times with me: hitting dogs, wrecking into other cars, going 95 in 3rd gear, running with deer, jumping curbs, and playing real life mario cart. Everyone come pay their respects. I think I might have a viewing at my house this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So flickr was super stressful, so we're going with photobucket. Just create an accout, its super easy, and you can upload stuff. Then click on share, you can upload it onto this blog (like the pic I did below). Make sure you choose share album so that there won't be a billion pictures separately. I hope this one works!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, seeing as we all looked so freakin' sexy in our units, I think we need to make a habit of wearing them whenever we go out. I mean seriously, those things are male magnets... I was fighting hot men off of me all night. The sweat and pee smell was definitely attractive too. I love us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SSnaPBUhTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pwF1WgwSSRg/s1600-h/peaceout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271984790401272930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SSnaPBUhTGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pwF1WgwSSRg/s200/peaceout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Peace out women! Rachie Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-75037875198563136?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/75037875198563136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=75037875198563136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/75037875198563136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/75037875198563136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-theres-nothing-left-to-burn-you.html' title='When theres nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on FIRE!'/><author><name>Rachel Rawle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2N-DJxV39k/SSnXw_LBTII/AAAAAAAAABw/32vDNMcDKSI/s72-c/IMG_5755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7429174878139478835</id><published>2008-11-23T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:46:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saef</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #999999; border-bottom: 2px solid #999999; width: 1054px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-right: 2px solid #666666; border-bottom: 2px solid #666666; margin-right: 1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin-right: 1px; text-align: center; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; background-color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photobucket Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s369.photobucket.com/albums/oo132/RachelRawle/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i369.photobucket.com/albums/oo132/RachelRawle/IMG_9395-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7429174878139478835?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7429174878139478835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7429174878139478835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7429174878139478835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7429174878139478835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/saef.html' title='saef'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-1520542067922067655</id><published>2008-11-23T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:44:15.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rachie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s369.photobucket.com/albums/oo132/RachelRawle/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_9395-a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i369.photobucket.com/albums/oo132/RachelRawle/IMG_9395-a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-1520542067922067655?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/1520542067922067655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=1520542067922067655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1520542067922067655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1520542067922067655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/rachie.html' title='rachie'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5538523707599687599</id><published>2008-11-17T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:01:01.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SSJL80A4tSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hzFmPxat1XM/s1600-h/IMG_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269858022103495970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SSJL80A4tSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hzFmPxat1XM/s400/IMG_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am glad that Aubrey has joined me and Andrea in the second decade of her life. It will be one full of exploration and wonderfullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm sure that it will also be full of impossible ideas to do things that are over the top, because that's how she has lived her life thus far ha ha. Aubrey, you will always be infamous for wanting to do things bigger, better, and probably more complicated that anyone I know, but that's why you're a gorgeous little innovator ha ha. I'm too lazy and wussy to be like you so it's a good thing I have you in my life. I hope that your birthday was wonderful and that you had fun even though you were down in snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Love, Kenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5538523707599687599?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5538523707599687599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5538523707599687599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5538523707599687599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5538523707599687599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-glad-that-aubrey-has-joined-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SSJL80A4tSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hzFmPxat1XM/s72-c/IMG_2289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-933358956936216214</id><published>2008-11-17T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:55:27.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PiNk lAdiEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SSGv5EA4PFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zoLRnP0NrM4/s1600-h/brits+bridal+shower+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269686433865022546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SSGv5EA4PFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zoLRnP0NrM4/s400/brits+bridal+shower+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pic goes with my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-933358956936216214?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/933358956936216214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=933358956936216214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/933358956936216214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/933358956936216214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-ladies.html' title='PiNk lAdiEs'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SSGv5EA4PFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zoLRnP0NrM4/s72-c/brits+bridal+shower+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8831844580236206330</id><published>2008-11-17T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:27:37.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Cups &amp; Party Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Girlies&lt;/span&gt; I just love us! We are just a unique group of ladies and I cherish every moment that we spend together. I hope that as we grow old that we can all grow old together and keep each other in each others lives. It's crazy to think that a couple years ago we were running around in high school, eating lunch under the stage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt; stop against the wall with the principle, throwing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;waterballoons&lt;/span&gt; at people at school dances that we didn't get asked to, playing the pill game at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lynzee's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intell&lt;/span&gt; the wee hours of the night, having fun parties and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bbq's&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;andreas&lt;/span&gt;, running around with our legs wrapped in our pants and trying to get on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rachies&lt;/span&gt; tramp (and loosing flower petals from my ears in your grass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) peeing in the pee bucket at B's and having competitions on your water slide til we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; run around anymore, spying on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tyler&lt;/span&gt; barney and all those boys from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kenzi's&lt;/span&gt; tramp and posing on the road when cars would drive by, making movies and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; play the piano at her house while i dance to it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; parties at my house while sledding in our swimsuits then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jumpin&lt;/span&gt; in the hot tub, my list can go on and on I just want to tell you girls that I all you girls to death and you all hold a special place in my heart. B your getting married on Friday I am so excited and Happy for you, you are brave and are the first out of all of us to get married. Kyle is a good man and you two are so cute together i love it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway i love each and everyone of you and i can't wait to see you pink ladies on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; peace out&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;veva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8831844580236206330?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8831844580236206330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8831844580236206330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8831844580236206330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8831844580236206330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/tea-cups-party-hats.html' title='Tea Cups &amp; Party Hats'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6195322005878270030</id><published>2008-11-13T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:05:37.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green with Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SR0Gk_y_BrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RS9fqkhJFsA/s1600-h/nicole+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268374371763685042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SR0Gk_y_BrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RS9fqkhJFsA/s400/nicole+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nicole has model hair. It causes me much jealousy. I should probably work on not being a jealous person, but I don't know if I'm capable of doing that... especially when things like model hair are involved. So Britt's shower is saturday and it's going to be epic. Me and rachel had a thoroughly good time shopping at dirty jo's for fun goodies so you should be excited Britt! I hate to admit this, but I don't think I have anything else to say. My life is a bore. I have no new happenings to report on. I wish I did, but homework is my constant companion. It haunts me everywhere I go. If only I had a hot man to haunt me instead ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, the only reason i wanted to post something is so I could put that picture of Nicole up ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hillshire Farm, go meat!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6195322005878270030?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6195322005878270030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6195322005878270030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6195322005878270030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6195322005878270030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with Envy'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SR0Gk_y_BrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RS9fqkhJFsA/s72-c/nicole+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-616258274879649481</id><published>2008-11-11T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:23:30.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest of Ands, AJ, Andie, Anj.... and sometimes even Dre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpKcOIpByI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w9k9RyKAn60/s1600-h/Picture+046-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267604562854348578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpKcOIpByI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w9k9RyKAn60/s320/Picture+046-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ok so pretty sure we only have about four weeks of class and a week of finals left this semester. Thank &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt; I love school, but all these tests and ridiculously fun papers are just killing me. I counted and I've already written 12 papers (all of which were at least 4+ pages) and I still have at least 4 more to go, Wahoo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpIHLo5qRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_jMJmlR4Kfg/s1600-h/n650662463_1979479_7465.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267602002383841554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpIHLo5qRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_jMJmlR4Kfg/s320/n650662463_1979479_7465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt; Other than school, updates include: Fall Pics with the roommates... Love these girls and their boots. I tried to show some &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;spanish fork&lt;/span&gt; heritage with mine and pulled a little cowgirl/pilgrim into the mix:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpIfIZlwpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4sMKk-yN0OI/s1600-h/jeffnat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267602413831176850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpIfIZlwpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4sMKk-yN0OI/s320/jeffnat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Also we (and by we i mean I ) are not dating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anymore. That just wasn't working because I don't know how to be in a relationship, so now we are just friends and he has moved on to the beautiful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Natalie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, she's gorgeous I know. Makes me jealous and I don't even want to date Jeff. ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267602810529479298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpI2ON1eoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BsfYiftVvb0/s320/l_2ba4755dbd19468eab001c01a69373ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Also I'm buying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pairs of boots tomorrow for a grand total of $15.00 so everyone get excited! ha. And lastly, I'm going to watch a show at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ozz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on saturday where my comm's lover Dan's band is playing. If you want to come with... do it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I just have to tell everyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know what I would do without friends who buy me pink underwear or give me hair growing pills for my birthday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-616258274879649481?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/616258274879649481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=616258274879649481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/616258274879649481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/616258274879649481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-of-ands-aj-andie-anj-and.html' title='The Latest of Ands, AJ, Andie, Anj.... and sometimes even Dre'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SRpKcOIpByI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w9k9RyKAn60/s72-c/Picture+046-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-3442330999769439101</id><published>2008-11-10T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:26:34.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm marrying a 28 year old man...uh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So ladies, I invited some of you to flickr. I don't really know if it will work, but if you have a chance try and upload a photo or two to see if anyone else can access it. If you didn't get it, tell me your email cause I don't know it. Peace out, Rach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-3442330999769439101?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/3442330999769439101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=3442330999769439101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3442330999769439101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3442330999769439101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-marrying-28-year-old-manuh.html' title='I&apos;m marrying a 28 year old man...uh...'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-9073755732392455867</id><published>2008-10-21T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:15:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock three times on the window if you want me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello girls, Its Nicole, I know it has been exceptionally long since I have written and I sincerely apologize. I just know that you all are saddened that you haven't heard my wonderful words recently. Saturday I went to my grandma's funeral. She is my last grandparent alive. It is really wierd not having any. But going to her's and my grandpa's that was two months ago made me realize how much I love my family. Not just mine, but how important all our families are. People that I hadn't even met before would come up and tell me how lucky I am to have such good parents. I think this is something you have to hear from a stranger because growing up i know there were times I didn't quite agree. Also hearing my dad speak and hearing his testimony was such a great experience. I know this is cheesy but I just wanted to tell you all. I also think that all of our friends parents are so nice and great. Rach ever since I started coming to your house your parents have always called me by name and I was so surprised they new it! Your mom is so sweet and always thinking of others. Aub your parents always seem interested in my life and are super spunky and fun. Britt your parents and family are like my second family. We always will have fond memories with them. "Last chance for happiness" Andrea your family has such great standards and make me want to be better all the time Lynz your parents are so kind and would never judge or say an unkind thing about anyone and Kenz your parents are priceless and smart. Your dad is always able to help us with curious questions that we come up with. We are so lucky to have great families. (I just had to get that out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aubrey stop being depressed you have no reason to!! You have everything in the world going for you and I love your cute little behind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hope that we can all get together this Thanksgiving and catch up. Especially lynzee I miss you terribly. Oh and we will be together for Brittney's wedding which is in one month by the way. Don't forget the shower is on the 15th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love you all and i will talk to you soon&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/8863280262125035187-9073755732392455867?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/9073755732392455867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=9073755732392455867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/9073755732392455867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/9073755732392455867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/10/knock-three-times-on-window-if-you-want.html' title='Knock three times on the window if you want me...'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-6816038526387881502</id><published>2008-10-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:31:40.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiVe YouR BeSt LiFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SPwlva19xPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JeTmYK_OghA/s1600-h/friends+in+the+summer+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259119961451644146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SPwlva19xPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JeTmYK_OghA/s400/friends+in+the+summer+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it's been awhile since i have expressed myself on this wonderful blog of ours so let me fill you girlies on my exciting life(not really) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what it is but all of a sudden i felt like im in a mild depression like i feel like i am going no where in life ha ha oh my im being way weird right now ok just ignore this section of my post. k so i went to dashboard on thursday yes it was radical there were several bands with them plain white ts was one of them and they came out with a new album big bad world i think you girls will love it! i think we all need to go to a concert sometime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k so i freakin love you kenz i love how you write on the blog at least once a week i enjoy reading them it makes my week i want to be like you and write creative lists i am very fond of them;) im going to try to make one write now i might use some of yours too cause i love em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aub's Love Like and Lust List&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. First off I can't get enough of the fall season it really is my favorite and you ask why well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. this might sound stupid but fall colors look best on me and i love thick chunky sweaters, ugg boats, and fun mittens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. i like to make hot chocolate in the morning on the stove in a teapot and listen to the whistle blow when its done, i also love pumkin cookies, and yummy warm breads for the holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. and lastly i love to kick the leafs on the ground when i walk to school im like a little kid i love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. feathers, colored tights, the biggest bags i can find, thrift stores, yard sales and indian stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. being busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. riding my bike to class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. pulling pranks on kids down here at snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. when people call just to say hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. recieving letters in the mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. the song 1,2,3,4 by Fiest and Almost Lover by a Fine Frenzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. being home with my fam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. laughing so hard till it gets to the point when i have a side ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k well kenz let me know how i did on my list i need feedback ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nicoley i hope i didnt scare you too bad when i came over to your house the other night when you were home alone oh and can we make those feathered headbands sometime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachi can we find a regae concert to go to? is that how you spell that ha ha and can we have dreds too ha ha but for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrea I love how your little brother and my little sister play i think its way funny i love them i know you think its gross but i find it freakin hillarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Britters as for you i never see you anymore you crazy married girl almost! im super excited for your wedding and bridal showers there going to be the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Lynz lou i never even here from you but i love you and i hope your still running your little heart out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i forgot to write something on my list &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. i love taking lots of memorable pictures and using the timer its a wonderful thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i love you girls and i hope you all have a fabulous week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love the one and only Veva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-6816038526387881502?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/6816038526387881502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=6816038526387881502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6816038526387881502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/6816038526387881502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-your-best-life.html' title='LiVe YouR BeSt LiFE'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SPwlva19xPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JeTmYK_OghA/s72-c/friends+in+the+summer+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2305836015901131766</id><published>2008-10-19T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:06:49.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckenzi.  with a small k and no e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So I promise that I'll suppress the urges to blog until more of you write things.  I just think up these things that I know I'll forget if I don't document them ha ha.  I have been planning my ideal future.  A time to come that will be  splendid.  I want to live somewhere that has an exposed brick wall.  This place should be located in a trendy urban area, yet it needs to have a low crime rate.  Easy access to cute little coffee shops and boutiques are a must.  I need to acquire a friend that is involved in exparamental photography so that when I find a perfect man we can have fun wedding pictures by big rusted doors, fun old industrial remnants, and other bold fun things that make a statement.  This man that I'm going to marry some day needs to have quality facial hair, and at least decent head hair preferably.  It would be nice if they played some sort of instrument.  I'd pee my pants with joy if I found a good man that was in a band.  Not a lame band, but a cool one ha ha.  Being on the tall end of the spectrum helps me out lots too.  They need to have a quirky sense of humor... and I'll stop there before I get out of control.  In my future I want to have a good stable job, but also have time to do things like travel.  I'll be perfectly satisfied with small stateside travelling.  I've wanted to spend some time on both coasts.  I want to be close enough to my family that I can visit often, but I think that it's important to learn independence and not be able to run back to mommy and daddy whenever you have a problem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So that's what I want life to be like.  It would be swell if all of those things could come true, but i'm not counting on it.  I have realistic expectations.  An exposed brick wall is all that i'm keeping on the must have list.  But seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2305836015901131766?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2305836015901131766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2305836015901131766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2305836015901131766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2305836015901131766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/10/mckenzi-with-small-k-and-no-e.html' title='Mckenzi.  with a small k and no e'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4354889043168518348</id><published>2008-10-12T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:07:05.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>observation-station... and Facial Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SPKC6GYBmoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uCHw-bVVeUc/s1600-h/Sweetheart%27s+Ball+%2706+Aub+%26+Nicole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256407649750194818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SPKC6GYBmoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uCHw-bVVeUc/s320/Sweetheart%27s+Ball+%2706+Aub+%26+Nicole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I feel like a foolish fool writing two blogs in a row, but the one I wrote last week was definitely not up to par. It was weak sauce. Foul and boring. I am shamed to be the author ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I love facial hair. Preferably on men. A beard on a man is much more attractive than on a lady at the circus. I don't know why I have recently acquired such an attraction to this phenomenon, but I have. It turns a boy into a man. It's a conversation piece. It's damn sexy is what it is. There are a few people out there like the loved Wes Jurkatis that probably shouldn't attempt to grow a beard because of the gross sparseness of the hairs. A fuller beard is the best. then comes an almost full beard. The ones that you couldn't get a hedge trimmer through though are scary. Long beards, handlebar moustaches, and soul patches aren't my favorite. A goatee works most of the time if it's done in the appropriate fashion. A five o'clock shadow is also highly desired. It shows that a man has the option of growing a sexy beard any time they would like, but they choose to keep it clean for work... or so that it is nicer for the ladies to kiss them ha ha. If I were a man, i would sport the beard for sure. Facial hair. Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I laugh at all of the different crazy quirky things that I realize I like so much. I think it's a gift to be so easily amused. I'm only bored when I have to fend for myself by myself, and most of the time I can usually find some sort of craft to keep me busy. I also think it's amusing to realize all of the things that I don't like. Much like Aubrey I think I have turned into an eyebrow critic. Like Nicole, I'm scared of boys with really strange last names. It's only for the future children's sake ha ha. From Brittney I get the trait of getting scared of people getting things too dirty. Unlike most, I think I've come to realize that (at least for the time being) I don't like cowboys. Rachel Andrea and lynz don't seems to be as scared so sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Midterms suck. Fall break is too short. It needs to warm up 10 degrees and I'll be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The preceding words of wisdom were by kenzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4354889043168518348?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4354889043168518348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4354889043168518348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4354889043168518348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4354889043168518348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/10/observation-station-and-facial-hair.html' title='observation-station... and Facial Hair'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SPKC6GYBmoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uCHw-bVVeUc/s72-c/Sweetheart%27s+Ball+%2706+Aub+%26+Nicole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2693456440349751251</id><published>2008-10-05T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:12:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Two Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mckenzi Creer writes:  Life is good.  I think I love life... but more so the people in my life.  My family and friends are the perfect people that I need to be surrounded by.  This last week was like a celebration of me ha ha.  Just kidding, but doing all of the different stuff for my birthday was so fun.  Haley and Maele took me to the Rocket Summer a week before, I went to a million dinners, got way saweet presents from everyone, and best of all got to spend time with everyone.  You guys know me all too well.  I even got a random birthday present from that thing called fate... or something like that.  My scholarship that they said wouldn't be renewed got renewed.  Big sigh of relief.  Now I can pay off my credit card ha ha ha.  I have the worst money management skills ever!  Oh well, i'm getting better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks again for all of the presents people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There is another reason that I am such a happy camper:  The fact that it is Autumn.  This weather and the ambiance that comes along with it is just so wonderful!  I'm now going to make one of my notorious lists.  Instead of making it in the traditional list manner though I'm going to trick everyone and just write.  Autumn Things That Make Me Happy:  1.  the cooler weather 2. the fact that I don't have to use my air conditioner in this cooler weather.  3.  leaves changing.  4.  warm colors that make you feel cozy.  5.  the smells.  pumpkiny, spicey, caramely, earthy, warm aromas that just make you happy... and hungry in my case.  6.  Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.  from maceys.  7. wearing jackets  8.  wearing boots.  9. Halloween.  10.  Thanksgiving.  11. my birthday, andrea's, Nicole's, and Aubrey's birthdays.  12.  The fact that for some reason people seem more sophisticated in the fall.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;10-4 good buddies.  Over and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2693456440349751251?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2693456440349751251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2693456440349751251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2693456440349751251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2693456440349751251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-two-oh.html' title='The Big Two Oh.'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2545569278349661688</id><published>2008-09-28T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:10:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love the KEnZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SOBgpv-k-LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jljBMIAdj1A/s1600-h/Kenzinator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251303435883837618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SOBgpv-k-LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jljBMIAdj1A/s400/Kenzinator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY NUMBER 20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty much the greatest thing this earth has seen. For real, I just love you and because you love making lists, I will compile a short, yet profound list of 20 reasons that make you so amazing. I LOVE the KEnZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- The picture to the right--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- You're always up for buying treats at Maceys&lt;br /&gt;3-You just get scholarships and don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;4- You cut people's hair and it looks HOT&lt;br /&gt;5- Your fabulous collection of clothes&lt;br /&gt;6- You make jewelry&lt;br /&gt;7- You don't wash your hair&lt;br /&gt;8- You're always entertaining&lt;br /&gt;9-You're way good at making me feel better about facebook stalking&lt;br /&gt;10- You kissed Dexter&lt;br /&gt;11- You don't judge&lt;br /&gt;12- You're a way good listener&lt;br /&gt;13- You like peanut butter just like me&lt;br /&gt;14- You can cook fried rice... thats a skill&lt;br /&gt;15- Check that...You actually can cook anything.&lt;br /&gt;16- You laugh and if we're lucky you pee:)&lt;br /&gt;17- You teach me about new music&lt;br /&gt;18- You are a great mix of the mitz and bradley.  What a good combo&lt;br /&gt;19- You teach Kimber about life&lt;br /&gt;20- Check that...You teach me about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, your beautiful, amazing and simply the best! Love you muchly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2545569278349661688?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2545569278349661688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2545569278349661688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2545569278349661688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2545569278349661688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-love-kenz.html' title='Why I love the KEnZ'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SOBgpv-k-LI/AAAAAAAAAEw/jljBMIAdj1A/s72-c/Kenzinator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-3937481494386240360</id><published>2008-09-28T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:21:32.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FREAKIN' BIRTHDAY KENZINATOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SN_ZJdPmzyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XVt1vwhvrVU/s1600-h/Lyle+is+the+BEST+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251154447029423906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SN_ZJdPmzyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XVt1vwhvrVU/s200/Lyle+is+the+BEST+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to wish my sexiest friend the best birthday in the whole world! You deserve it and I love you to death! You're only 20 once man--LIVE IT UP! Love Rachie Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-3937481494386240360?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/3937481494386240360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=3937481494386240360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3937481494386240360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3937481494386240360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-freakin-birthday-kenzinator.html' title='HAPPY FREAKIN&apos; BIRTHDAY KENZINATOR!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SN_ZJdPmzyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XVt1vwhvrVU/s72-c/Lyle+is+the+BEST+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-1064341572656064818</id><published>2008-09-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:06:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I use mouthwash, and sometimes I floss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Well, I don't think I saw any of you girls this week. Weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I hope that you don't get too freaked out yet Andrea, just have fun with boy. Rach, hopefully the hurrah was okay, my parents said it wasn't nearly as good as years past though. Alice, you were a good nurse I'm sure, go you. And I'm also really glad my memos to you worked and you played with Coby. Britt, you're too busy for your own good; if you need any help don't hesitate to ask. I thought I saw you driving the cowgirl jeep but i didn't Aub... it was a sad time for me. And lynz... i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to document a few of my favorite things. Not real and tangible items, but non material things that make me happy. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Walks with Mitzi&lt;br /&gt;Listening to new music over and over until it's not new anymore&lt;br /&gt;naps... long mid-morning, mid-day, and mid-evening naps.&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard it hurts... but not peeing my pants&lt;br /&gt;Autumn. best season hands down.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm makes me less awkward I've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;getting letters, a letter is guaranteed to make anyone's day better&lt;br /&gt;watching people doodle (especially rachel ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;attempting to cut Kimbers hair ha ha&lt;br /&gt;different cultural events. Diversity is to be much appreciated&lt;br /&gt;the idea of me getting a tattoo... since that's all it can ever be: an idea.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all the fun places I want to travel to.&lt;br /&gt;the smell of gun powder&lt;br /&gt;picking my nose. I shouldn't like it but i do.&lt;br /&gt;Those "ah ha" moments when you realize something you didn't know you needed to realize.&lt;br /&gt;Learning new words. I wish I had a larger vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;going through phases. Everyone goes through certain phases and it's funny&lt;br /&gt;The first time you wear new clothes. That first day of wear is magical compared to the rest. &lt;br /&gt;People watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizing up the boys in your classes the first time you see them. You know you do it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my last list I could keep going but i will make myself stop. You can thank me later. I am so happy that this beautiful weather is upon us! We should plan a trip to a pumpkin patch or something fun and festive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-1064341572656064818?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/1064341572656064818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=1064341572656064818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1064341572656064818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/1064341572656064818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/cause-i-use-mouthwas-and-sometimes-i.html' title='Cause I use mouthwash, and sometimes I floss...'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-355635205127487562</id><published>2008-09-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:24:32.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola me amo ni'cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://vhss-d.oddcast.com/vhss_editors/voki_player.swf?doc=http%3A2F%2Fvhss-d.oddcast.com%2Fphp%2Fvhss_editors%2Fgetvoki%2Fchsm%3D3ea1507ae13c89e2c848b94bea9709e1%26sc%3D819764"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="BASE" VALUE="http://vhss-d.oddcast.com/vhss_editors/"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME=quality VALUE=high&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME=scale VALUE=noborder&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME=bgcolor VALUE="transparent"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="wmode" VALUE="transparent"&gt;&lt;EMBED allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://vhss-d.oddcast.com/vhss_editors/voki_player.swf?doc=http%3A%2F%2Fvhss-d.oddcast.com%2Fphp%2Fvhss_editors%2Fgetvoki%2Fchsm%3D3ea1507ae13c89e2c848b94bea9709e1%26sc%3D819764" swLiveConnect=true NAME="voki" quality=high base="http://vhss-d.oddcast.com/vhss_editors/" scale=noborder wmode="transparent" WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=267 TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash%5c"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voki.com/vokiCommentEditor.php?sc=819764" target=_blank&gt;Click here to comment on this Voki.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voki.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get a Voki now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! so homework is sick!! and i just have a lot to do right now but i got distracted and made that little girl for you all to enjoy instead. anyways lynzee i'm super glad you finally wrote on our freakin sweet blog! So what does it mean when a mom in my class took about half an hour to tell our class a story about her son who talked to much!! oh my it was the most annoying thing of my life. Halloween is coming up and people have been asking me what i'm going to be already. wierd i know but i think we should all be something super cool. We should all write ideas up here for each other. Aubrey I think you should be Posh Spice(Victoria Beckham)! You are so her. Well tomorrow i guess i have to be a mom for my first time. Babysitting fuko after his shoulder surgery. His nurse told him that someone had to stay with him the first twenty four hours after he got done and it couldn't be one of his roommates. Freaky huh. I'm real confused but oh well. maybe i'll sneak one of his pain pills no one will know!! &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now&lt;br /&gt;Alice Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-355635205127487562?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/355635205127487562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=355635205127487562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/355635205127487562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/355635205127487562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-voki-now.html' title='Hola me amo ni&apos;cole'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7963427395625400625</id><published>2008-09-15T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:29:48.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Poca Baby (pocahontas)</title><content type='html'>How.  So this is Lynzee Jayne Baxter.  I can't believe I didn't log on to this great writing thingy that you all love to share your intermost thoughts, deepest darkest secrets and whatnot.  Well I am at school right now but I have exciting news!! I AM ENGAGED!!!............tricked ya rabid dog, kenz and b! but for real this time, I am going to the BIG APPLE!! Yes you heard me right, I am going to New York! Manhattan, the Bronx and all that jazz this weekend for a cross meet but we get to go site seeing to ground zero and stuff! I am so excited!!! I will take pictures and then have someone help me load some on this thing so you guys can all see! I miss you guys lots and hey whats up with the picture? I am totally not in it! Aubrey you better work on that. Love you all so much and am very glad we are all friends after so many years.  Talk to you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;love your one and only poca baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7963427395625400625?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7963427395625400625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7963427395625400625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7963427395625400625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7963427395625400625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-from-poca-baby-pocahontas.html' title='Hello from Poca Baby (pocahontas)'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-7668299814870007111</id><published>2008-09-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:13:53.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on everybody, do the belly wave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3MTbOrxvI/AAAAAAAAADI/sMUeansoGvg/s1600-h/S3010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246073775055423218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3MTbOrxvI/AAAAAAAAADI/sMUeansoGvg/s320/S3010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ya'll goin' make me loose my mind, UP IN HERE, UP IN HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To the left is a sexy picture of me and my buddy, Old Faithful. I've been chillin' at Yellowstone, my new favorite place because it has buffalo. It freakin' rocks there, no one told me it was so saweet, definitely thinking of moving there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Andrea---hey lady!&lt;br /&gt;So since we both go to the same school I have some questions for you, since I pretty much don't know whats going on :) 1-How normal is the gym? 2-And do they have lockers there that you can rent? 3-Do you know how to utilize the library? ( Yeah, I know its a stupid question, but I really don't know) 4-How much is a football ticket? And can I get a discount on buying one for someone else? You know, you're really great. I'm sorry you have to deal with my incompetence. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3RcC_lS_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_hE-b-eTJNc/s1600-h/IMG_5158.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246079420726594546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3RcC_lS_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_hE-b-eTJNc/s320/IMG_5158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Right over there -----&gt; its called a party. Come to me if you want to have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3SZ3_s_rI/AAAAAAAAADY/6PEKvtK1UOM/s1600-h/peace+sign1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246080482926198450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3SZ3_s_rI/AAAAAAAAADY/6PEKvtK1UOM/s200/peace+sign1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Peace and LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rabid Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-7668299814870007111?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/7668299814870007111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=7668299814870007111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7668299814870007111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/7668299814870007111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-on-everybody-do-belly-wave.html' title='Come on everybody, do the belly wave!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM3MTbOrxvI/AAAAAAAAADI/sMUeansoGvg/s72-c/S3010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-420602052304253530</id><published>2008-09-14T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:36:46.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho the Dairy-O, the Farmer and the Dell</title><content type='html'>Well, another week has come and gone.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; making it a habit to write at least a small post once a week.  I'm a horrible journal keeper, but this resembles an electronic journal so I feel proud.&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask everyone a favor.  This is serious business.  All eyes that read this need to do the following:  DON"T LET ME EAT CRAP FOOD!  I have horrible self control.  I'm trying really hard to be a little healthier, but I'm sure you all know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like a garbage disposal.  I'll put anything and everything into my mouth.  It would be much appreciated if people would encourage me to eat healthy, and I give you permission to slug me, shun me, be rude to me, etc... if I try to eat too much junk.  End &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;transmission&lt;/span&gt;.  Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;A death has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; this last week.  The death of my "second job".  I can't donate plasma for a while because my body is retarded at absorbing and retaining protein.  I figure it was fun while it lasted, but now my gas tank might run dry.  I think my next adventure will be selling non-vital organs on the black market.  I have two kidneys... one of those can go.  I'm sure there's some other stuff floating around inside me that I wouldn't miss too bad ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that school is swell for one and all.  I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; busy and stressed, but such is college life.  Oh, and Nicole, I thought about it, and yes I think you should take advantage of your Arizona trip and go.  Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenzinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-420602052304253530?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/420602052304253530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=420602052304253530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/420602052304253530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/420602052304253530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-ho-dairy-o-farmer-and-dell.html' title='Hi Ho the Dairy-O, the Farmer and the Dell'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-225578036173601515</id><published>2008-09-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:13:28.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan the Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So apparently my favorite name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;.  Ha this week has been so funny because everyone i meet is named Dan and they become the newest/oldest loves of my life.  So here is to all the Dans I love, despite the fact that they probably don't remember my name:)  And FYI all these pictures are stolen off facebook. Fine, i'm a stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMruU1cCyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MJi1PqfoAIE/s1600-h/Dan+Hales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMruU1cCyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MJi1PqfoAIE/s320/Dan+Hales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245266757735861042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; number 1: The brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;How would I ever live without the funniest boy i've ever met? Let me tell you. He is the greatest.  Plus he comes with a great assortment of hilarious friends we make me feel like i have four more amazing brothers.  And, I do consider Greg my brother so if you do marry him Kenz, we'll  be the best sister in laws ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; number 2: The engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMrvVqt3zSI/AAAAAAAAACY/p0tUrhwE38A/s1600-h/Dan+Mangleson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMrvVqt3zSI/AAAAAAAAACY/p0tUrhwE38A/s320/Dan+Mangleson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245267871549345058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok we all know that I loved Dan Mangelson my whole entire knowledge of his existence.  I guess it was a pure love because I am not filled with any jealousy of wonderful Ann who gets to marry this boy.  Of course I do wish it was me, but there really is no envy so that is of course more righteous than the alternative.  And I didn't know that they weren't getting married until December, so I guess B and Kyle win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; Number 3:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMryDqv9UzI/AAAAAAAAACw/8DP-svVKygM/s1600-h/Dan+Gould.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMryDqv9UzI/AAAAAAAAACw/8DP-svVKygM/s200/Dan+Gould.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245270860855333682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The new best Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan Gould is one of my new favorite people.  He is from Chandler Arizona and he is an accounting Major here at BYU.  I met him through infamous Katrina and he is so very fun.  He even does my laundry for me.  But he gets offended because I called him a man slut for kissing lots of girls.  I just think you all need to meet him.  he is the one in the middle.  His friend with the bright blue tie, his name is Sky and we love him also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; Number 4:  The inspiration to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMr1ogaZuiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8_BWMKsQSQ8/s1600-h/Dan+Reynolds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMr1ogaZuiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8_BWMKsQSQ8/s200/Dan+Reynolds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245274792270608930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I saved the best for last.  His name is Dan Reynolds.  He sat next to me in our communications class the first week of school.  He is also a PR/Advertising major and he is from Las Vegas.  Get this he is a musician boy and he sings different indie stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(I think this link will take you to a couple of his songs... the pit/my fire) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" href="http://www.reverbnation.com/danreynolds"&gt;http&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMr2gKpgc6I/AAAAAAAAADA/crjLlAIWLu4/s1600-h/Dan+reynolds+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMr2gKpgc6I/AAAAAAAAADA/crjLlAIWLu4/s200/Dan+reynolds+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245275748501058466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" href="http://www.reverbnation.com/danreynolds"&gt;://www.reverbnation.com/danreynolds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;And, the greatest part is his brother is the manager of the band The Killers.  Freak! ya, i know, he is also freaking attractive and super smart.  And everyday i just love listening to him in class:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever knew it was all about DAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ands&lt;/span&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/8863280262125035187-225578036173601515?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/225578036173601515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=225578036173601515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/225578036173601515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/225578036173601515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/dan-man.html' title='Dan the Man'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMruU1cCyzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MJi1PqfoAIE/s72-c/Dan+Hales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-9146901167968554961</id><published>2008-09-10T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:38:57.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attention chicas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMgF_bGshWI/AAAAAAAAACI/-TdSOTOSneo/s1600-h/end+of+summer+08+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244448353238680930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMgF_bGshWI/AAAAAAAAACI/-TdSOTOSneo/s320/end+of+summer+08+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hola mi amigas! oh my goodness i checked out our blog on sunday and there were like 20 blogs i was super excited i didnt think you girls would actually do this ha ha im way impressed expecially you b love ya! well keep it up i love hearing all about you girls so lets all keep each other updated. K anyways this weekend i want you all to come down to good ol snow college for our first home game. We can all paint our faces, go to the stomp and be crazy. OH and meet black boys just for you kenz ha ha so you girls better come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me know if you can or cant come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love little aubstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this pic is of me and daniboy we represent ya boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-9146901167968554961?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/9146901167968554961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=9146901167968554961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/9146901167968554961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/9146901167968554961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/attention-chicas.html' title='attention chicas!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMgF_bGshWI/AAAAAAAAACI/-TdSOTOSneo/s72-c/end+of+summer+08+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8343985067617645837</id><published>2008-09-07T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:58:28.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah he's available</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMSUctMCHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzqnun2Uces/s1600-h/DSC_3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243479087053414050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMSUctMCHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzqnun2Uces/s320/DSC_3894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan would just like me to get this photo on the world wide web!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8343985067617645837?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8343985067617645837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8343985067617645837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8343985067617645837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8343985067617645837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/yeah-hes-available.html' title='Yeah he&apos;s available'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMSUctMCHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/vzqnun2Uces/s72-c/DSC_3894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8039475389403344386</id><published>2008-09-07T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:55:14.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hales Clan...and the Durfey boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMSTRj5a4XI/AAAAAAAAABw/lbmxYxMvtOo/s1600-h/DSC_4164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243477796069237106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMSTRj5a4XI/AAAAAAAAABw/lbmxYxMvtOo/s320/DSC_4164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lovely day when the Hales family can unite for a photo shoot.  I just thought you would all like to see this. Don't worry the family thought they should get a head start on the engagement pictures so those are also fun.  I agree with kenz and think the rest of the world should take advantage of our blogging. Even I try real hard.  Thanks for all your love and support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8039475389403344386?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8039475389403344386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8039475389403344386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8039475389403344386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8039475389403344386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/hales-clanand-durfey-boy.html' title='The Hales Clan...and the Durfey boy'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SMSTRj5a4XI/AAAAAAAAABw/lbmxYxMvtOo/s72-c/DSC_4164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-539230872449783514</id><published>2008-09-07T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:21:29.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tall Dark and Handsome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;So I know I tricked you guys... when you read that title you thought I was going to be talking about boys.  Psyche!  That would be me:  tall. dark (haired). and handsome.  The other day I was thinking about how i'm a man and I thought of that and I started laughing at myself in the middle of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;I was trying really very hard to wait to write another blog till more people posted things, but I gave people a week I think, and my lovely britters is the only one that has posted something.  I just wanted to take a moment to make a very important announcement though.  People, you may want to sit down if you are standing, keep an open mind, and brace yourselves.  Rach, i think this will sadden you almost as much as it hurt me.  I, Mckenzi Creer, am no longer in love with math boy.  Math boy is now douche bag status.  I think this will be for the best though, it wasn't a healthy relationship... you know, me stalking him and he not even knowing I exist ha ha.  I hope that Everybody has a stupendous Sunday.  Keep it real, and keep the sabbath day holy ha ha.  Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666600;"&gt;P.S. I just ordered some KICK ASS loafer moccasins.  I know when you think loafer moccasin you think kenzi, so you can all be jealous when they arrive on my doorstep in 7 to 10 business days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-539230872449783514?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/539230872449783514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=539230872449783514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/539230872449783514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/539230872449783514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/tall-dark-and-handsome.html' title='Tall Dark and Handsome'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4625165859691642188</id><published>2008-09-02T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:24:34.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage?'/><title type='text'>Dashboard Confessionals?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So I have now been introduced to the new world of blogging and thanks to Doc Waters I will be tech savvy in no time.  Way cool idea Aub! Anyways school started and life got not so good anymore but that's okay.  I get to spend lots of friendship-building-time in class with A. Nicole so that's always a plus. I now have better showering skills and a more balanced diet so that's also just great.  I'm glad we have been using our hyperlinks correctly. That's always impressive and Nicole's wonderful film from her earlier teenage years also inspired me to be a better me. It's sad that we haven't heard that much from Kenz.  I guess she hasn't had much time on her hands, school and work must be a killer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The game this Friday is going to be the best!  I'm so exciting to see all of my old friends and just get back in to that school spirit where I belong.  I loved those football games back in the day.  Rabid and I were the biggest supporters. Go Dons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways I have to get back to my reflective bogging homework. Technology is just the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Love b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Aub I love you and Celine Dion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4625165859691642188?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4625165859691642188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4625165859691642188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4625165859691642188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4625165859691642188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/dashboard-confessionals.html' title='Dashboard Confessionals?'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-315513964360894547</id><published>2008-09-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:20:04.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Kenzi, if you call me a zoobie one more time I will pound your face in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Sincerely, Rachie Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-315513964360894547?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/315513964360894547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=315513964360894547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/315513964360894547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/315513964360894547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/09/kenzi-if-you-call-me-zoobie-one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-2927394887673663250</id><published>2008-08-31T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:03:18.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caring Counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLsjJDIF2bI/AAAAAAAAABI/lkvPsSBuwCA/s1600-h/Kenzi+In+Dave+Prowse%27s+fish+costume+%2706+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240821229740743090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLsjJDIF2bI/AAAAAAAAABI/lkvPsSBuwCA/s320/Kenzi+In+Dave+Prowse%27s+fish+costume+%2706+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;It's too much work to come up with titles to these dinky little blog posts... yet it is a necessity and it shows our personality. Tough business it is to be a pink lady. Nobody promised it would be easy, but i think we'll all pull through ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;A quick note: I forgot to mention some of the things that peanut butter is good for. It is good in rice crispy treats, no bake cookies, mixed into sauces (Thai food Andrea baby), it's funny to feed it to animals, and now JIFF makes to-go mini cups of peanut butter. Praise the lord for JIFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;I would now like to dedicate this next section to all of my favorite things. I think it would help all of you understand me on a far deeper level than you think necessary ha ha, just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;MY FAVORITE superficial/material items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;underwear from american eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;eyeshadow from MAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;crest vivid white toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;jell-o sugar free packs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;honey bunches of oats with almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;maceys soft serve frozen yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;nina ricci perfume. sent from the gods above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;zip up hoodies... old small pink ones are best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;bed head hair products, because they smell simply divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;loafers, penny loafers, moccasin loafers, tassel loafers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;long over sized cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;puffs plus tissues with lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;ARTWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;silver rings. i'm a gypsy at heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Quaker oatmeal, not the packet kind though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Hillshire farm honey ham lunch meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;fabreeze air effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;dark nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;indie music... the mellow girly types these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;I could make the list longer but I know nobody is even reading this anymore. I could probably write swear words right now and Andrea wouldn't even notice to get mad at me ha ha. I could make fun of Nicole somehow and she wouldn't be able to say that she can hear me. I could jump on the furniture in Britt's house and she wouldn't even know. I could accuse Rachel of turning zoobie on me and she wouldn't be the wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;I would just like to end with an actual sincere thought. I really do appreciate everyone and how we"re are all so diverse yet we get along so well and form this super fantastic melting pot of friendship. If I hadn't grown up with such good friends as examples I'd probably be in a much different place in my life, and I know I wouldn't be this happy or surrounded by people that mean as much to me as all of you do. Thank you. Really I love everyone of you for being you and rubbing off on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-2927394887673663250?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/2927394887673663250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=2927394887673663250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2927394887673663250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/2927394887673663250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/caring-counts.html' title='Caring Counts'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLsjJDIF2bI/AAAAAAAAABI/lkvPsSBuwCA/s72-c/Kenzi+In+Dave+Prowse%27s+fish+costume+%2706+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5104217635285768643</id><published>2008-08-29T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:07:51.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice's Announcments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi everyone! ha I was trying to think of a clever title and that's what came out. Its terrible. but anyway i just love this blog. Andrea I'm way sorry you are having stress right now! If you need anything i can definitely help you. and i want to come see your new apartment soon. So if anyone wants to you know get away from their current residence... Come to my new house! I have the whole basement to myself and Hanalei of course. but it will be super fun and its by brick oven so we can go and stuff our faces anytime! I love you all and hope everyone's having fun in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh and Rach your link thing was so super cute. I really do want to make those headbands. It reminded me of this store in Provo called the coal umbrella. We should all go there some day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://coalumbrella.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://coalumbrella.com/home.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; I think you guys should look at it. Sorry that i copied the link idea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kenzi and Aubrey- I'm getting so excited for next Friday i don't even know why! get ready to dance the night away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9373fc419239746" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9373fc419239746%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514252%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F512E980AFE257B444F57E0B48E1C0C799A6F33.5072229EFE7EEC7FC7D8F3FBDC321FF901588629%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9373fc419239746%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYIgEMnAuCWLXYokQvdqbCzp_1w0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9373fc419239746%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331514252%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F512E980AFE257B444F57E0B48E1C0C799A6F33.5072229EFE7EEC7FC7D8F3FBDC321FF901588629%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9373fc419239746%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYIgEMnAuCWLXYokQvdqbCzp_1w0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5104217635285768643?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f9373fc419239746&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5104217635285768643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5104217635285768643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5104217635285768643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5104217635285768643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/alices-announcments.html' title='Alice&apos;s Announcments'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5188053009045852754</id><published>2008-08-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:15:33.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So today I pretty much had an anxiety melt down. I think i cried for five hours! Why? Ha, no idea. My mom was so confused. Pretty sure I am just way stressed with trying to claim a major which i don't even want, create a schedule that has no purpose, and also trying to move into an apartment where a little asian is currently residing(not Alana or Jovy!) and she sneeks in when we aren't there! Freak, thus i've been living at home til tomorrow when she is gone for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not returning any texts, you know me when I break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I must apologize for the embarassing things i do... sorry about the besties kenz... the pic just makes me think of that word. (and you'll also make fun of me for using "ands" which is fine, but Andrea is just so long and so many syllables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239818980439287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLeTmdhu5bI/AAAAAAAAABA/WBaQQXHRVVQ/s320/Pick+Me!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll check with my dad to see if we can stay in the "HorseShoe Mountain" Lodge that night of the football game! that could be fun, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5188053009045852754?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5188053009045852754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5188053009045852754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5188053009045852754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5188053009045852754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-today-i-pretty-much-had-anxiety-melt.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLeTmdhu5bI/AAAAAAAAABA/WBaQQXHRVVQ/s72-c/Pick+Me!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-8019173935190188783</id><published>2008-08-28T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:57:46.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLeP0GYdY5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WWYdIYsm_gw/s1600-h/Kenzi+and+friends+pink+hair+fall+06+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814816698033042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLeP0GYdY5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WWYdIYsm_gw/s320/Kenzi+and+friends+pink+hair+fall+06+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my new favorite thing in life is peanut butter. It makes life wonderful. It can get bubblegum out of your hair. It's delicious and I concoct many a culinary creation with it. It makes the following better: bananas, apples, various other fruits, toast, sandwiches. ice cream, pudding, oreos, and many many other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rach, I love that 10 things thing that you had the link too. It was way cute. We all should try to make some fun feathery headband thing. That sounds up our alley. I'm in for a reggae concert... go pot heads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veva, If i can get work off you know I'm down for meeting some black men. I'll look into that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole blog thing is just so so so fun. I plan on cataloging my life here so hopefully people don't mind my autobiography in the making ha ha. Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all. and Andrea, don't use the word besties ha ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the name of Mckenzi Creer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-8019173935190188783?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/8019173935190188783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=8019173935190188783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8019173935190188783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/8019173935190188783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/peanut-butter.html' title='Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLeP0GYdY5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/WWYdIYsm_gw/s72-c/Kenzi+and+friends+pink+hair+fall+06+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5733218240958231088</id><published>2008-08-28T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:58:02.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeehaw'/><title type='text'>August 28th, 2008- Shout out from Rachie Boy!*^#?**%$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What up ladies!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm super excited we have this saweet high-tech blog thing! Aubey, you're the best :) I'd love to go to the football game, but I might be in Yellowstone... Ha Ha, but I'm not sure so I'll let you know whats going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Can we go to a Reggae concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I found this cool thing that I think half of you will like and the other half will hate... so here it is! :) &lt;a href="http://www.krisatomic.com/blog/?p=202"&gt;10 Things To LOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLbzvrnKDaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OUmqkE-HQwA/s1600-h/peace+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643216978513314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLbzvrnKDaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OUmqkE-HQwA/s200/peace+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Peace and LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*&lt;)) rabid dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8863280262125035187-5733218240958231088?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5733218240958231088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5733218240958231088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5733218240958231088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5733218240958231088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-28th-2008-shout-out-from-rachie.html' title='August 28th, 2008- Shout out from Rachie Boy!*^#?**%$'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLbzvrnKDaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OUmqkE-HQwA/s72-c/peace+sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-5414821766940353036</id><published>2008-08-27T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:07:14.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snow football game everyone come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLYyU4Nz70I/AAAAAAAAAAo/YNhaw5kSMIQ/s1600-h/snow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239430550761238338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLYyU4Nz70I/AAAAAAAAAAo/YNhaw5kSMIQ/s320/snow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hola amigas! hey i think everyone should go to good ol e town of september 12th its 3 fridays away and come to our first home game. It will be a blasty blast and there will be a stomp and black boys and everything so everyone should try and come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shake and bake baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-5414821766940353036?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/5414821766940353036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=5414821766940353036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5414821766940353036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/5414821766940353036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/hola-amigas-hey-i-think-everyone-should.html' title='snow football game everyone come!'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLYyU4Nz70I/AAAAAAAAAAo/YNhaw5kSMIQ/s72-c/snow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-3721637087307028356</id><published>2008-08-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:17:00.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi girlies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLTHF25qyOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNVAy37MFu0/s1600-h/start+of+summer+08+631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239031169989396706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLTHF25qyOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNVAy37MFu0/s320/start+of+summer+08+631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi girls well its a new year! we are all sophmores oh crazy were gettin so old! well i hope that this blog will help all of us keep in touch while we are apart so i think we should each right on this at least once a week to keep everyone updated on each others lives because i love hearing about everyones lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will just update you on mine so as of right now i just finished my first week at snow as a sophi and as the oldest in the school cause were a jr college ha ha to its pretty cool i guess but ya ok enough of me i want to hear from you girls so post your stuff on your life pictures and everything much love from aubstar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-3721637087307028356?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/3721637087307028356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=3721637087307028356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3721637087307028356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/3721637087307028356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-girlies.html' title='hi girlies'/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SLTHF25qyOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/cNVAy37MFu0/s72-c/start+of+summer+08+631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863280262125035187.post-4818724656639609552</id><published>2008-08-01T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:05:12.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We love concerts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863280262125035187-4818724656639609552?l=plforev.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/feeds/4818724656639609552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863280262125035187&amp;postID=4818724656639609552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4818724656639609552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863280262125035187/posts/default/4818724656639609552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plforev.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-love-concerts.html' title=''/><author><name>Veva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12123208956530180062</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/_e-zhuzZJPTs/SM7M8QoW-pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2eIXosr7JSs/S220/friends+in+the+summer+095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
