<?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-7819846317195263320</id><updated>2011-12-29T08:08:49.069-08:00</updated><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Prom'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Choir'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Homecoming'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Clouds'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Dances'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Littlest Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-6896274946138334052</id><published>2010-06-07T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:04:38.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What teachers make</title><content type='html'>My roommate just reminded me of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?" Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...) "Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor. I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without&lt;br /&gt;an I Pod, Game Cube, or movie rental... You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and&lt;br /&gt;every person at the table.) I make kids wonder. I make them question. I make them criticize. I make them apologize and mean it. I make them have respect and &lt;br /&gt;take responsibility for their actions. I  teach them to write and then I make them write. I make them read, read, read.&lt;br /&gt;I make them show all their work in math. I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity. I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe. I make my students stand to say the&lt;br /&gt;Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, because we live in the United States of America. Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, &lt;br /&gt;work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life. (Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.) &lt;br /&gt;"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because&lt;br /&gt;they are ignorant... You want to know what I make? &lt;br /&gt;I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-6896274946138334052?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6896274946138334052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=6896274946138334052' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6896274946138334052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6896274946138334052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-teachers-make.html' title='What teachers make'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-5028630996624140424</id><published>2010-03-19T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:11:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S6PahBTgvxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MCH0D5Vpl_s/s1600-h/0319101409a-708084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S6PahBTgvxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MCH0D5Vpl_s/s320/0319101409a-708084.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450440234869243666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got a package from home today and put up late st patrick&amp;#39;s day decorations&lt;br&gt;Chelsea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-5028630996624140424?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5028630996624140424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=5028630996624140424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5028630996624140424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5028630996624140424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-package-from-home-today-and-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S6PahBTgvxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MCH0D5Vpl_s/s72-c/0319101409a-708084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2136574170595971025</id><published>2010-02-04T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:35:54.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Home Teachers meet the Visiting Teachers</title><content type='html'>Its the last day of the month, I haven't done my visiting teaching yet. I haven't been visit taught, and I haven't been home taught. 12:30 we're out of church. I go to my companion's apartment at one, only to find out she's in a meeting with the bishop.&lt;br /&gt;Two o' clock. I try again, and success! she's home, we go over to my apartment and review the lesson before we go to our girls' apartments. OK, we're good. Two ten... Knock, Knock, Knock. "Hi is _____ home?" Score, she is home, and she is happy to have us come in to give the lesson. We talk, but aren't that good at keeping a conversation going. Oh, by the way, RS president, do you know where _-_-_-_ lives? Oh good, because we didn't know that. We go visit _-_-_-_ and get along well.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think we're set, we have appointments for next month (not the last Sunday) and our girls are doing fine. I promise next month I won't procrastinate. Okay we're good.&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock Knock. "Who's at the door?" Jessica asks me. "I don't know" I respond as I go to open the door. "Hi, we're your home teachers, is it an okay time for us to talk to you and your roommates?" I'm glad that we aren't all taking naps right now. "yea, come on in, I'll get the others out here." I respond and let Jessica entertain them for&amp;nbsp; a minute. Diana, our Home Teachers are here, come join us for a lesson. "Kristen, come meet our home teachers." We're all there and talk for a good hour before the guys give us a lesson. By the end, we hear a Knock Knock Knock on our door. Hello to Diana's Visiting teachers. One of our home teachers gives a prayer, closing their meeting with us and opening the meeting for the visiting teachers.&lt;br /&gt;At seven I decide that my visiting teachers aren't coming and change into my pjs, getting ready for bed so I can get up early in the morning. Sure enough, we didn't hear another Knock Knock Knock at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S2ut3sFPfGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t6vUNlsEI5o/s1600-h/IMG_0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S2ut3sFPfGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t6vUNlsEI5o/s200/IMG_0858.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name this movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Squirrel"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2136574170595971025?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2136574170595971025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2136574170595971025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2136574170595971025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2136574170595971025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-teachers-meet-visiting-teachers.html' title='The Home Teachers meet the Visiting Teachers'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S2ut3sFPfGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/t6vUNlsEI5o/s72-c/IMG_0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2796707264477520275</id><published>2010-01-30T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:43:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is a special day, its the day we fall of our beds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S2uh5iiFQOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qx8t4LH4Vzs/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S2uh5iiFQOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qx8t4LH4Vzs/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My alarm went off just like any other morning. I groaned because I didn't want to get up, but I wanted my alarm to be off NOW. So I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and, like every morning, stepped onto my desk to get out of bed. Unlike every morning, I stepped on the edge of the desk and, not realizing my danger, put all of my weight on that foot. Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud. Of course the edge of the desk wasn't the most secure place on my desk to step and I fell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My roommate woke to see me laying on the floor with my alarm clock still going off and unable to do anything about it. She laughed as I tried to get up (knowing it could have been her) on my own and being unsuccessful. So I crawled over and turned off my alarm. To get up, I had to pull myself up using the ladder built into my bed. I was not excited about wearing high heels to church that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am glad that I landed flat on my knee instead of at an angle which could have hurt even more. That was almost a week ago and my knee is still sore and very bruised, but thats to be expected when you fall several feet and all your weight lands on your knee. This is an experience I hope not to repeat again, especially with such a long fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2796707264477520275?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2796707264477520275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2796707264477520275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2796707264477520275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2796707264477520275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-is-special-day-its-day-we-fall.html' title='Sunday is a special day, its the day we fall of our beds.'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S2uh5iiFQOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Qx8t4LH4Vzs/s72-c/IMG_0883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2229418936354887975</id><published>2010-01-20T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:54:35.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>I Looked Out The Window and What Did I See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dPHVhMSOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BukDvf1DTr4/s1600-h/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dPHVhMSOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BukDvf1DTr4/s200/026.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dPBTUDtmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R739dx2vwG8/s1600-h/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dPBTUDtmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/R739dx2vwG8/s200/027.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dO1WeBHGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/btGJeQfAmCU/s1600-h/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dO1WeBHGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/btGJeQfAmCU/s200/028.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wait, what did I see? There's something falling from the sky. Spring didn't bring me this surprise, Winter did. It's SNOWING!!! This is the first time I've ever been in the snow as its snowing. Some of the girls in my math class think I 'm crazy for being excited about snow, but it is exciting. I felt pretty silly as I walked to the MC from the Ricks building with  the silliest grin on my face. This is the first time its snowed up here since Jan 1, and it isn't even really "snowing" based off my Californian expectation of snow (it should be like in the movies, either no snow or a down pour of snow).&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited and am planning on watching it snow all day while doing my work except that it just stopped :-( Oh well, I guess I just will have to do my work with out the snow distracting me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2229418936354887975?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2229418936354887975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2229418936354887975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2229418936354887975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2229418936354887975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-looked-out-window-and-what-did-i-see.html' title='I Looked Out The Window and What Did I See?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1dPHVhMSOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BukDvf1DTr4/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-7016512211934849295</id><published>2010-01-18T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:17:52.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>What's that white stuff on the ground?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1TpoRMK6gI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V0dqKzE-KUU/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1TpoRMK6gI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V0dqKzE-KUU/s200/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1TpkNdtk4I/AAAAAAAAAME/yrab9P3_wWo/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1TpkNdtk4I/AAAAAAAAAME/yrab9P3_wWo/s200/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've been in the snow. My only memories of trees with white on them are when we had white fly in our backyard and Grandma's fake tree that was white. It was a shock to see that snow actually stayed on the trees. The other day I was walking to class and all of the sudden I had snow all over me, the wind&amp;nbsp; had blown it off the branch above me just as I walked under it. My roommate and I had hot dogs last week and we went outside to grill them. We had a lot of fun (and frustration) trying to get the fire started (we had to use lighter fluid to get the fire going).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-7016512211934849295?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7016512211934849295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=7016512211934849295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/7016512211934849295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/7016512211934849295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-that-white-stuff-on-ground.html' title='What&apos;s that white stuff on the ground?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S1TpoRMK6gI/AAAAAAAAAMM/V0dqKzE-KUU/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-6636017489203061151</id><published>2010-01-13T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:07:34.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Note Cards... Or a Blog (no this isn't task avoidance)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"About the note cards, does anyone know how to make a blog?" My children's literature teacher asked our class today. Of course, since we've grown up in the age of technology, many students in the class raised their hands, not sure where Sister Steiner was going with that thought. "If you know how, you can make a blog instead of writing a note card for each book we'll be reading this semester."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm looking forward to the rest of this semester in this class because we get to read many good books, including&amp;nbsp; Beauty by Robin McKinley, which is my favorite book. There are lots of titles of books that I haven't heard of before that we are reading, but they sound good from what Sister Steiner has told us about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one book I've read part of is The Read-Aloud Handbook by Tim Trelease and I'm really enjoying it. It is about how important it is to read to kids so that they learn to love to read. I'm grateful that my parents took the time to read to me and for giving me a love of learning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've already set up a blog for class with some of the covers of the required readings for my class, if any one would like to read it, you can find it at http://booklover-robertson.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad&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/7819846317195263320-6636017489203061151?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6636017489203061151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=6636017489203061151' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6636017489203061151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6636017489203061151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-cards-or-blog-no-this-isnt-task.html' title='Note Cards... Or a Blog (no this isn&apos;t task avoidance)'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-4905959022908499357</id><published>2010-01-01T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:05:50.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Packed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sz51LMr83xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AS__oAH-IgY/s1600-h/0101101416a-728018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421899836645236498" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sz51LMr83xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AS__oAH-IgY/s320/0101101416a-728018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you andrea for all your hard work helping me get all packed and ready for college. &lt;br /&gt;This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!&lt;br /&gt;To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture"&gt;www.verizonwireless.com/picture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-4905959022908499357?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4905959022908499357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=4905959022908499357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/4905959022908499357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/4905959022908499357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-andrea-for-all-your-hard-work.html' title='All Packed'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sz51LMr83xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AS__oAH-IgY/s72-c/0101101416a-728018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-6215822499051774348</id><published>2009-10-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:10:16.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds'/><title type='text'>Little Wisps of Air</title><content type='html'>I love clouds. I love sitting and watching them build up, blow away, and become fuzzy little bunnies (or other creatures of the imagination). But most of all, I love the colors of clouds. They are my favorite parts of sunsets, what makes me love grey days (there's always some color in the clouds). I love seeing the depth of clouds and just the entirety of their beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I see magnificant clouds that I want to take a picture of to share with Stacy or to keep for myself to remember the beauties of the world, I don't have a camera on me. When I was at college, I was frustrated because I didn't have a single picture of clouds on my computer (I still don't) and I have some beautiful pictures from a plane ride home from somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started being in love with clouds when I started driving one of my friends to school from seminary. Every day she would point out something amazing in the clouds. Half an hour after the sun begins to rise is really a beautiful time of day. I miss thoes drives from seminary to school enjoying the beauty that our Father hs put in the world around us. Stacy would say something along the lines of, "He is the best artist in this world." and its true, because He is the artist of this world. In this life, we can only try to capture the beauty of the world around us with the materials that we have in our hands, but he has the air and water and sun to work with instead of paint and canvas, or clay, or cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-6215822499051774348?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6215822499051774348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=6215822499051774348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6215822499051774348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6215822499051774348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-wisps-of-air.html' title='Little Wisps of Air'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-4621245491000676444</id><published>2009-08-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:01:24.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Breakfast for Dinner</title><content type='html'>Friday my roomates invited people over to hang out at our appartment. We were on our way to the grocery store when one of the girls, Savanah, said she wanted to get rid of her extra eggs, so we decided to have breakfast for dinner. We decided not to have just any breakfast for dinner, but Dad's breakfast for dinner. So some one bought bacon, another person got cheese, and other people were willing to pitch in with some food that they already had, like the eggs. So we got home from the grocery store and I started the bacon in my small frying pan (which seems too small when making food for six people, but it was just meant for me so its ok). It is supprising how far bacon grease pops. So one package of bacon later, I cook up Dad's potato, ham, and cheese, scrambled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful reminder that Dad loves me, not to mention it was delicious&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sn-WRkkX6kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrC2-BeBrGU/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368174509467101762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sn-WRkkX6kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrC2-BeBrGU/s200/IMG_1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So thank you Dad for taking time out of your day to tell me how to make this wonderful dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while we ate we watched a movie. After the movie ended we had a lot of fun messing around, dancing, rolling down the hill, and watching EFY videos on YouTube. I've had a great start to my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-87093c5c5629a00b" 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://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87093c5c5629a00b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329953112%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56297986575838B1205CEE8A7E5B64F649283708.475863CFBF1CDC826B9E957C8E7528B717B6978D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87093c5c5629a00b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DveKC_3B3G1J-0zMMYADhX0exmsA&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://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D87093c5c5629a00b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329953112%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56297986575838B1205CEE8A7E5B64F649283708.475863CFBF1CDC826B9E957C8E7528B717B6978D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D87093c5c5629a00b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DveKC_3B3G1J-0zMMYADhX0exmsA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with everyone at home (or not at home).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-4621245491000676444?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=87093c5c5629a00b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4621245491000676444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=4621245491000676444' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/4621245491000676444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/4621245491000676444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/08/breakfast-for-dinner.html' title='Breakfast for Dinner'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sn-WRkkX6kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrC2-BeBrGU/s72-c/IMG_1678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-3772207796748484917</id><published>2009-08-03T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:12:09.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BYU-I welcomes EFY to its campus. This will definitely be an interesting week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-3772207796748484917?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3772207796748484917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=3772207796748484917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/3772207796748484917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/3772207796748484917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/08/byu-i-welcomes-efy-to-its-campus.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-1273405671409522011</id><published>2009-07-24T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:38:30.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer day in UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Smop1kExsVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i0huISXYIEU/s1600-h/0724091532a-710820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Smop1kExsVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i0huISXYIEU/s320/0724091532a-710820.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362144306531512658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had a lot of fun in Kanosh today celebrating pioneer day. Brent participated in the tug-of-war and went on the swing after the celebrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-1273405671409522011?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/1273405671409522011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=1273405671409522011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/1273405671409522011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/1273405671409522011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/pioneer-day-in-ut.html' title='Pioneer day in UT'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Smop1kExsVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i0huISXYIEU/s72-c/0724091532a-710820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-9167364961338114382</id><published>2009-07-23T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:48:32.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye California. I&amp;#39;m on my way to byu-i. I&amp;#39;m sad to be leaving my friends behind, but i&amp;#39;m looking forward to the new experiences i will be able to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-9167364961338114382?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/9167364961338114382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=9167364961338114382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/9167364961338114382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/9167364961338114382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-california.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2457879097593060296</id><published>2009-07-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:43:28.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>Out in the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just got back from Young Women Camp yesterday afternoon. This was my seventh year at camp, so I went as a specialist and had a lot of fun. Our theme was VITAL signs which stood for virtuous in thought, action, and language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7247b88f03b702ae" 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://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7247b88f03b702ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329953113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17628E8AA9BBFAB57AB797625AB6D87A97156EEA.5563E69A85254285BE7F29795DE1231D78FEF5C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7247b88f03b702ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DodGeBLROLaJo3cdk6zPT1wpaBvQ&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://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7247b88f03b702ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329953113%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17628E8AA9BBFAB57AB797625AB6D87A97156EEA.5563E69A85254285BE7F29795DE1231D78FEF5C0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7247b88f03b702ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DodGeBLROLaJo3cdk6zPT1wpaBvQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The YCLs (Youth Camp Leaders), Specialists, and stake leaders left from the Granite Hills building early Monday morning and all the girls and their ward leaders left at noon. We were able to eat lunch, heart attack the ward cabins, and take a nap before the girls arrived at camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful camp ground we went to, but it was high up, everyone felt the strain of less oxygen in the air as we hiked all around camp. We all got used to the air and hiking as the week went on and we had a lot of fun.&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;We had a lot of fun playing different games every afternoon in "physical" or "occupational" &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357238936337859810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sli8bcFPROI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8njOaCBLqPU/s200/IMG_1413.JPG" /&gt;therapy. We played Tree, Log, Bridge on Wednesday along with a lot of other fun relays. we had a food relay where each ward had to send up ten girls, one at a time to eat something out of a paper bag, like rasins, pudding, marshmellows, ect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad that I could go one more year and that I could spend a week with my friends before I go to BYU-I in a couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2457879097593060296?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7247b88f03b702ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2457879097593060296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2457879097593060296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2457879097593060296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2457879097593060296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-in-woods.html' title='Out in the woods'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sli8bcFPROI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8njOaCBLqPU/s72-c/IMG_1413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-8546522686039865878</id><published>2009-07-01T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:55:21.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Tamara's Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7UmBpjPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Rr991YPTAs/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353508175795031282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7UmBpjPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Rr991YPTAs/s200/IMG_1109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just before I Graduated, I decided it was time to get a hair cut, but I decided to wait untill after graduation to do so, eventhough I wanted to have it cut right then. I had fun on the cruise and then decided that I couldn't stand having my hair as long and annoying to care for as it was any more. I went to my dad's computer (that is where all my pictures are) and found the pictures of my haircut from a year ago. I printed them up and was decided on getting my hair cut exactly like I had it then. Jocelyn then decided not to mind her own buisness and pulled out her hair magaz&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7K2sCFGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XGY90ngncDs/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353508008469075042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7K2sCFGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XGY90ngncDs/s200/IMG_1107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ine and looked through it with me to find a cute updated version of my hair cut. (By the way, I am perfectly fine with Jocelyn not minding her own buisness) So added to my hair cut that I absolutly loved last year are some bangs that I was not ready to have a year ago. I love my new haircut and I love being able to spend time with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7819846317195263320-8546522686039865878?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8546522686039865878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=8546522686039865878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/8546522686039865878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/8546522686039865878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/tamaras-inspiration.html' title='Tamara&apos;s Inspiration'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7UmBpjPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Rr991YPTAs/s72-c/IMG_1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-6645868577544079464</id><published>2009-07-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:51:00.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun In The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353504582709205954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt4DcvO28I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OR0lyeM4u9M/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a blast going to the Zoo last week with my mom, grandma, and sister. In fact, I had so much fun I decided I should go again, so I talked to Grandma and we decided to go Monday. Jocelyn asked me later if I wanted to go to the zoo after institute on Monday, and found out about my plans to go with Grandma, so the three of us went again on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the four of us went to see Elephant Odyssey and had fun. Of course, did we have more fun with the hand dryers in the bathroom? For those who went to New Jersey and know about the hand dryers in the one restaurant that blew your skin around, this was a line of air that didn't let the water past it.&lt;br /&gt;Monday the three of us went on Monkey Trails, up tiger trail (formerly Tiger River) at the tigers lunch time, and saw the hippos and of course, Jocelyn's favorite animal, the Okapi.&lt;br /&gt;Where will we go Friday &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt4RnIXhII/AAAAAAAAAHs/WyYaJIBwXjc/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353504826017154178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt4RnIXhII/AAAAAAAAAHs/WyYaJIBwXjc/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Andrea? Time will only tell, but I think we should go down center street and Sun Bear Trail (no I don't have the map memorized, I have the map with me)&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/7819846317195263320-6645868577544079464?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6645868577544079464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=6645868577544079464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6645868577544079464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6645868577544079464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun In The Sun'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt4DcvO28I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OR0lyeM4u9M/s72-c/IMG_1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-3978034928924535242</id><published>2009-06-30T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:51:13.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>First time for everything</title><content type='html'>I got my first job  as a substitute SECA (special education classroom assistant) with the elementary and middle school district and worked the last two days of the school year. I had a blast playing with the kids, because that is exactly what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of work I walked in and was trying to find my way around Montgomery. The lady in the office could not believe that I was fresh out of high school and thought that I was at least out of college. She got one of the kids to show me the way to the classroom I was to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was minding my own business when who walked into the classroom an hour into the day, but one of my friends. The crazy thing is that I woke up that morning thinking about her. That morning I thought, wow, we really set Steph up for a hard Senior year, we should have made her hang out with more people that were NOT seniors this year, and then there she was in the classroom where I was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I wait for the new school year to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-3978034928924535242?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3978034928924535242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=3978034928924535242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/3978034928924535242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/3978034928924535242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First time for everything'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2958279703084807767</id><published>2009-06-29T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:54:25.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>My Graduation party</title><content type='html'>I've been caught up in so many things lately that i haven't blogged about anything. I had a great time celebrating my graduation with a cruise with a few of my favorite people. We weren't going to be going to Mexico because of the swine flu (i know that it has an official name, but can't remember what it is), but we were able to go ashore after all and had a blast seeing la bufadora and looking through the stores in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353503799158845538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt3V1yRMGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J9vL94lYa9E/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2958279703084807767?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2958279703084807767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2958279703084807767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2958279703084807767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2958279703084807767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-graduation-party.html' title='My Graduation party'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt3V1yRMGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J9vL94lYa9E/s72-c/IMG_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-6748304252715926756</id><published>2009-06-07T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:28:53.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was sitting in my room Friday and thought, now what? How can this chapter in my life really be over? My family has been going to Granite for a long time, how can it be that there is no member of our family still enrolled? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've applied for my first job and had to get drug tested and have a TB test. So, while I'm waiting to see if I get the job, now what? I'm not in the middle of any book, which is strange for me because I am usually in the middle of two or three. I haven't started any projects yet, but I do want to make an afghan for my college dorm room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344605585005133938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sivadm7MwHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d-OqtPFwj2g/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Graduation was fun, especially being among crowd of people trying to find their graduate. Along the way I found one of my friends that I've known since kindergarten. I was an honor graduate and so I got to wear white for graduation. The honor grads got their honor chords (the gold thing hanging on my neck) at Senior Awards Night and one of my friends that sat with me said that he wanted to jump rope with his, and I am sure that he has by now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/7819846317195263320-6748304252715926756?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6748304252715926756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=6748304252715926756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6748304252715926756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6748304252715926756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sivadm7MwHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/d-OqtPFwj2g/s72-c/IMG_1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-5024255345080661642</id><published>2009-05-17T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:36:26.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The End of a Chapter</title><content type='html'>I'm graduating High School in about 3 weeks. It will be strange for me to be ending this chapter in my life. I am looking forward to going to BYU-I this year, but I won't know any one else there when I go up (one of my friends is on a different track and I probably won't see much of her up there). At the beginning of each school year, and each new school, I have always known that I will at least have one close friend who I've known since kindergarten, but I don't have that this year. My best friend is staying at home for several years to start her education at a community college. At least I know that I will be able to make friends who have high standards (something I've struggled with in high school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, here's to the new chapter in my life, Jocelyn and I can start our new chapters together this summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-5024255345080661642?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5024255345080661642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=5024255345080661642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5024255345080661642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5024255345080661642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-of-chapter.html' title='The End of a Chapter'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-289733263310250988</id><published>2009-05-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:26:40.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prom'/><title type='text'>Prom was a lot of fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-V5v2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKx4z5ukvYM/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335497098294380610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-V5v2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKx4z5ukvYM/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335495150321139202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt8kg-1_gI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GlhTfPuLQWE/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I love how my hair turned out, I guess two hours was worth it.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Don't we all look amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt9TW2om9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TD5lFDNtpus/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-p449ixI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uBQtgLSx5_c/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335497441661520658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-p449ixI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uBQtgLSx5_c/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt_oXGi2PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zVJX5BsAMA8/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335498514923444466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt_oXGi2PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zVJX5BsAMA8/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt8lkolBZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lqFdCknydiA/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;I love spending time with my friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335495164254180306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt8lU4vU9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/mRs4NItwdAU/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't these beautiful Dresses&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/7819846317195263320-289733263310250988?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/289733263310250988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=289733263310250988' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/289733263310250988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/289733263310250988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/prom-was-lot-of-fun.html' title='Prom was a lot of fun'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-V5v2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKx4z5ukvYM/s72-c/IMG_0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-4236325934019920429</id><published>2009-05-03T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:56:28.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Renaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5oIYxXLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-bmDEV9NaI0/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353506312413076658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5oIYxXLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-bmDEV9NaI0/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to the Renaissance Fair with one of my friends the other weekend and had a lot of fun. I saw my first joust, had steak on a steak, and tried to keep cool. We went up the night before the Fair to spend the night at Lyn's grandparents (because it was a two hour drive from San Diego and her grandparents live five minutes from the park where it was held). Lyn's grandma said to have me call them Grandma and Grandpa. They both were excited for us to go to the Fair and to see our costumes because, yes when you go with Lyn you go in garb, not street clothes. There were many groups that performed music and on stage that you could s&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5hWR7EdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/X7OiTUpZeWc/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353506195883364818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5hWR7EdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/X7OiTUpZeWc/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ee for free. there were stalls that sold paintings, perfume, and even did your hair for you. It is always fun to see different people dress up in different garb, although the pirates do get annoying, they aren't even classy pirates, but &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/em&gt; pirates. Lyn's mom really wants to get her husband to come to the fair with them sometime, and she wants him to wear garb, but he feels that it will just be uncomfortable so he doesn't come. My feet would agree with him, but it is a lot of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-4236325934019920429?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4236325934019920429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=4236325934019920429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/4236325934019920429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/4236325934019920429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/rena-iss-ance.html' title='Renaissance'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5oIYxXLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-bmDEV9NaI0/s72-c/IMG_0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2993729200972514635</id><published>2009-05-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:34:04.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><title type='text'>Would you could you join the dance?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in choir talking to one of my friends about the music during a break from singing, when two girls came in the room with a delivery of flowers. I thought OK, what ever, those are probably for Lauren (who always gets something delivered that all the other girls want), no big deal, that's what everyone thought. So, Mrs. Nelson asks who the flowers are for and the girl says Chelsea Robertson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I hear that right? That's what Mrs. Nelson thought as well, she repeated the girl and the girl said yea (did I say someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; name, no I said Chelsea). The class bursts into a roar of confusion, "who's sending Chelsea flowers?" "wait, those are for Chelsea?" Then Ben asked, "Chelsea, is it your birthday?" My answer was no (this was still well before April came around). Well by that time I had the flowers and was starting to read the note in them. Ben asked again, "Is someone asking you to prom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes by now my face was bright red because I had the attention of the entire class and I don't really like to be the center of attention, especially when everyone wants to know what's going on and I don't even know the full story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, someones asking me to prom" I say getting choked up with shyness (why is it that I have to be shy when It's really inconvenient, I mean I'm really not that shy of a person). Then Mrs. Nelson asks the question that everyone wants to know, who. Still stricken with shyness, I tell his name, Calvin (no I don't know his last name because I can't pronounce it, let alone spell it, which had the class in an uproar again). Finally Ben asks the last question, "Whats your answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" I said. Then Mrs. Nelson tried to get the class back on track, but no one was really paying attention to the music anymore, let alone anything we had been working on in class that day, at least it was toward the end of the period so it wasn't like we missed out on the entire class because I got flowers and asked to Prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2993729200972514635?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2993729200972514635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2993729200972514635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2993729200972514635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2993729200972514635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/05/would-you-could-you-join-dance.html' title='Would you could you join the dance?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-1435018190715326707</id><published>2009-04-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:51:09.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>So, I checked my e-mail, for once, and...</title><content type='html'>I saw this e-mail about financial aid, so I clicked on the link thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; what is this about. Up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; page and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skimmed&lt;/span&gt; through thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; because most of it was stuff I already knew. That was when I saw it. GRANTS AND SCHOLARSHIPS... Award of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Excellence&lt;/span&gt; Full Scholarship. So I am very excited about that, as are Mom and Dad. I am looking forward to going off to college in January. Right now I've been working on finding a job so that I can help pay for college (the scholarship is just for tuition freshman year). Hope everyone has an amazing week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-1435018190715326707?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/1435018190715326707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=1435018190715326707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/1435018190715326707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/1435018190715326707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-checked-my-e-mail-for-once-and.html' title='So, I checked my e-mail, for once, and...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-6192044445762542074</id><published>2009-04-25T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:42:56.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! Now lets go east</title><content type='html'>I had a great birthday this year, like every year. Jocelyn came down to celebrate . It seemed too crazy to make a whole birthday meal the night before we left town and have plenty of left overs that we would never actually eat, so we went to Black Angus for dinner as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning after my birthday we flew to Pennsylvania and spent the whole day pretty much in the airport before we went to bed. We spent the day in Philadelphia and saw the liberty bell, Franklin Court, met Grandma and Aunt Carmela at the B. Franklin Post Office, went to  Independence Hall, had a Philly Cheese Steak for lunch, went to the Constitution Center, said good bye to Aunt Carmela, drove to Alantic City (where all your dreams come true), watched part of Conference, unpacked, had dinner, and went to bed. That was a long day, but I think it was worth it, I had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;We spent a week in Alantic City and in the surrounding areas. I was glad to be able to spend time with my sisters (since they were all there and we all lead busy lives) and with Aunt Carmela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-6192044445762542074?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/6192044445762542074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=6192044445762542074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6192044445762542074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/6192044445762542074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-now-lets-go-east.html' title='Happy Birthday! Now lets go east'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-8594207375120347031</id><published>2009-03-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:39:30.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sasmum3bqdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R9vx6d4yKh8/s1600-h/1993-2(FJ14)internet+safe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308379167935146450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sasmum3bqdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R9vx6d4yKh8/s200/1993-2(FJ14)internet+safe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think our house looks like this any more, do you? I think I recognize the the station wagon on the right, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the last several years Andrea has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scanning&lt;/span&gt; our family's pictures (its a giant project with the amount of pictures my mom takes) and has put them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt; for all of us so that we can have access to them. This morning I was looking at one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt; and I ran across these pictures from 1993.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SasixBKOGjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/i23CzPQbglM/s1600-h/1993-2(FJ15)internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SasmdrSowJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ej0eDg3ke9U/s1600-h/1993-3(FK26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308378877065216146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SasmdrSowJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ej0eDg3ke9U/s200/1993-3(FK26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remember playing in the back yard as kids? We had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; play set that was so much fun. It was right next to the garden when we had one. The fence fell down several years ago and took the play set with it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sasn4dRWRCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_fUafHvlh6U/s1600-h/1993-3(FL7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380436669809698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sasn4dRWRCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_fUafHvlh6U/s200/1993-3(FL7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember playing in the sprinklers on a hot summer day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-8594207375120347031?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8594207375120347031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=8594207375120347031' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/8594207375120347031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/8594207375120347031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sasmum3bqdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/R9vx6d4yKh8/s72-c/1993-2(FJ14)internet+safe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-9059056642454219215</id><published>2009-02-22T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:33:34.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Accepted</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to going off to college.I found out that I got accepted to Brigham Young University-Idaho. This last week I got the official letter along with a letter saying that I will start January 5, 2010. I will be attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the winter and spring tracks. I will be graduating high school on June 5, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-9059056642454219215?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/9059056642454219215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=9059056642454219215' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/9059056642454219215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/9059056642454219215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/accepted.html' title='Accepted'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-182066799314539974</id><published>2009-02-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:07:59.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SaDmych-7fI/AAAAAAAAADk/6XoeGEGpr3o/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305494115369020914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SaDmych-7fI/AAAAAAAAADk/6XoeGEGpr3o/s200/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year ago last week I was in Spain and Portugal with Choir. It was sad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; of us in choir who went because we were sitting in class saying "this time last year we were..." about the different things we had done. We had our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Benefit&lt;/span&gt; Concert the day (and a year) after we got back. There were many talented members of the choir who were able to show off their talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-182066799314539974?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/182066799314539974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=182066799314539974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/182066799314539974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/182066799314539974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2009/02/choir.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SaDmych-7fI/AAAAAAAAADk/6XoeGEGpr3o/s72-c/DSC01109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-5958984620485489381</id><published>2008-12-31T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:01:01.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SVvkA9OiDMI/AAAAAAAAADU/MmEYYyfJylo/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SVvkA9OiDMI/AAAAAAAAADU/MmEYYyfJylo/s200/IMG_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286069292736056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in El Cajon, I've resigned myself to not having a White Christmas. However, this year (technically) we did have a white Christmas. So it may not have snowed, but it did rain. We were sitting there eating dinner up at Grandma's and I looked out the window and what did I see? WHITE, the rain was a mist that was white in the air. So a White Christmas in my book at least. I hope everyone had an amazing Christmas and that it was a beautiful day (rain, snow, or sunshine).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-5958984620485489381?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5958984620485489381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=5958984620485489381' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5958984620485489381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5958984620485489381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SVvkA9OiDMI/AAAAAAAAADU/MmEYYyfJylo/s72-c/IMG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2697095822692429628</id><published>2008-11-10T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:04:56.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Twilight is coming out in 11 days!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I went to my friends birthday party this last Saturday and it was Twilight themed. We had a fun time hanging out and all the girls were jealous that I had made Jolene a Twilight birthday card (apparently I have some of Jocelyn's creativity) and they all made me promise to make them each their own twilight birthday card for their birthdays (how can you resist &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SRjaocgud6I/AAAAAAAAACk/eQ_nvrnyhDs/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267200152592873378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SRjaocgud6I/AAAAAAAAACk/eQ_nvrnyhDs/s200/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when a room full of teenage girls mob you to make you promise something?). Making the card I searched the Internet for pictures and I thought that I would have to search for movie and book pictures, however the first eight pages had only one picture of a sunset. Of course the most awesome gift that Jolene got was one of the original movie posters (as in with the original release date). It seems to me that Harry Potter is afraid of Twilight because they postponed their release date.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the movie coming out and am planning on seeing it with some of my friends on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who might be wondering, I did go on the date with Adam (and yes it was a month ago today) and had a great time. We got Chinese food and went over to the Granite football game(we lost) and hung out with my friends (after I performed with Choir). After the game we went back to my house and played phase ten with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone can forgive me for not letting you know what has been going on in my life lately and I hope that everyone is well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-2697095822692429628?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2697095822692429628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=2697095822692429628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2697095822692429628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/2697095822692429628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-is-coming-out-in-11-days.html' title='Twilight is coming out in 11 days!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SRjaocgud6I/AAAAAAAAACk/eQ_nvrnyhDs/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-44056601438914732</id><published>2008-10-01T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:33:15.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecoming'/><title type='text'>Homecoming Queen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well the exciting news is that my dress came today and it fits this time!!! However, I did not make it onto court, so I will have to wear my dress at a different dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am really enjoying most of my classes this year, math is challenging, but I really like it. I was talking to one of my friends saying that I didn't like one of my classes and she asked why I didn't like it, I had an "A." That was the problem, I barley had to put any effort into the class and got an A out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday I was frustrated that I couldn't learn from my mistakes in Government because the teacher's attitude doesn't invite students to ask him questions, or to even give us a chance at looking over what we did wrong on the tests. So before class today, I asked him if I could find out what I got wrong on the test so that I can understand it better in the future, and to my surprise he said that I can come in tomorrow at lunch to look over what I got wrong, however I still don't know how I will know which questions I got wrong, but oh well at least I can try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-44056601438914732?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/44056601438914732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=44056601438914732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/44056601438914732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/44056601438914732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming-queen.html' title='Homecoming Queen?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-8277342169441243485</id><published>2008-09-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:32:32.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homecoming'/><title type='text'>But I don't want it to be the Fool!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jack and I had a conversation before the wedding about the Live Ship Traders about who Amber might be and really, he knew and I didn't want him to tell me, and I was fighting what he made me think. Well, I just finished the book Mad Ship and I don't want Amber to be the Fool from the Farseer trilogy, but I am afraid that I have to give it up and allow it to happen because no other character is more driven by fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SNb3ooXCqaI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kn751Zq5700/s1600-h/blue+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248654693147781538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SNb3ooXCqaI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kn751Zq5700/s200/blue+front.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now that I'm done whining, I get to tell you all why I am soooooooo happy! I asked one of my friends if he would go to homecoming with me and he said yes!!! The reason that I asked him is because I am running for Homecoming Queen and need a date. I won't know whether or not I will even be on Court until sometime after the third of October which is the week before Homecoming. So I am not sure if Court is wearing formal clothes and everyone else whatever they went to the game in or what the deal is. So I ordered a dress online that is really pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mom said that many people are asking what made me want to run for homecoming queen. One day, I was thinking, what would make my senior memorable to me? The answer came to me almost immediately... Get on Court. So I am participating in a very prominent popularity contest (and I don't expect to win). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Last month was Tamara and Jack's wedding and it was absolutely beautiful, and I am so happy to be able to claim Jack as my brother-in-law. Hey Jack, I'm assuming that you gave Tamara your wedding present to her, I love the story behind it. Last month we also moved back into our house.Yesterday we spent most of the day either in the garage or running in and out of the garage with more stuff, emptying out box after box. Brent and Dad went over to drop off a van full to DI. We can now walk, easily, from the front of the garage to the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that everyone has a great week. I love all the people that I am aware are reading this and probably some of thoes that I don't know are reading this. Talk to you all later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-8277342169441243485?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8277342169441243485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=8277342169441243485' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/8277342169441243485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/8277342169441243485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-i-dont-want-it-to-be-fool.html' title='But I don&apos;t want it to be the Fool!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SNb3ooXCqaI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kn751Zq5700/s72-c/blue+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-404630139619037123</id><published>2008-08-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:07:36.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I've been bitten by Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SRm61Nj2q-I/AAAAAAAAADE/LDlW_bvjjJs/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267446662522383330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SRm61Nj2q-I/AAAAAAAAADE/LDlW_bvjjJs/s200/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So I went to the book party Friday night for the opening of Breaking Dawn with Shelby and one of her friends from the barn. Barnes and Noble had several fun things to do while waiting for midnight to come. There was Twilight pictionary, trivia, a scavenger hunt (looking for items throughout the store from the covers of the books), book discussions, and face painting. I've only read the first chapter of Breaking Dawn and it is amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I spent the night at Shelby's and we went over to the barn in the morning and I was able to see Shelby's horse and her foal before the foal left (she is already sold) and helped muck out the stalls. We had a great time hanging out with eachother and are looking forward to discussing the book when we are both done.&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/7819846317195263320-404630139619037123?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/404630139619037123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=404630139619037123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/404630139619037123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/404630139619037123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-bitten-by-breaking-dawn.html' title='I&apos;ve been bitten by Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SRm61Nj2q-I/AAAAAAAAADE/LDlW_bvjjJs/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-5416077934618483313</id><published>2008-07-31T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:16:28.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SaxL4IvdrPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OM7ZxmrEX_8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308701488554290418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SaxL4IvdrPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OM7ZxmrEX_8/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So I have been thinking about posting for awhile but wasn't sure if I should post a picture beca&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SJZqE_2ds5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/nkTBT0eleuw/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use I think that it looks gross but Jocelyn asked me to so I will. You might be able to see Mom's initials on my wrist (at the top left corner under the clear bandaging) indicating that they were operating on the proper wrist.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SJZrOMKab2I/AAAAAAAAABE/0972bvslOaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lay on my back with my right arm straight out with the IV (my first) and my left arm straight out for surgery feeling like I was on a cross. The last thing that I remember before the General anesthesia knocked me out was the ceiling going fuzzy and thinking that I didn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first memory afterward was when I was still groggy. I thought I was in my bed at home and that I had had a very strange dream about something called a ganglion cyst and that I had to have surgery. Then I started to actually wake up and finally heard the heart monitor beeping out my heart beat, I realized that it was not a dream and that I could feel the IV in my arm and the cold ice on my wrist. I opened my eyes and could not focus, but I could see that someone was by me, checking my charts or something, I closed one eye and was able to focus on her. She had me talk to her a bit and tell her if my wrist hurt or not and how much on a scale of 1-10. My wrist was more of an irritation than painful and I really wanted to close again and go back to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had told one of the nurses in Pre-op that I was a swimmer and somehow everyone knew that I swim. The nurse in post-op took her 15 min break after I woke up and told the nurse who was going to watch me for her that I was a swimmer and that was why my heart rate was slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I had my first IV removed and they moved me to a chair and gave me a toasty warm blanket because I couldn't stop shivering and then they brought mom in and talked to her about how to care for me and whatnot. I don't know exactly what was said or anything because I was still groggy, but I do remember that I was suposed to work my way slowly from clear fluids to solids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;After I got dressed Mom went and got the car and the nurse wheeled me out to the front to wait for her. I got into the car and mom asks me if I want a Jamba Juice, so we go over and get some and we each get a pretzel with cheese that was delishous. We ate a bit in the car before Mom realized that I was suposed to be on clear liquids still, so ohwell what's done is done and I didn't have a problem with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-5416077934618483313?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5416077934618483313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=5416077934618483313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5416077934618483313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/5416077934618483313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-iv.html' title='My first IV'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SaxL4IvdrPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OM7ZxmrEX_8/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-439377563139236716</id><published>2008-07-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:19:07.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SIj5ETtigYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7gKdAMyPjjs/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226701219969532290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SIj5ETtigYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7gKdAMyPjjs/s200/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So for those of you who didn't know, I have a ganglion cyst on my left wrist. So earlier this summer I went into the doctor's office and he said that I have three options, 1) leave it there, it won't do any damage 2) something to do with a needle and getting the fluid out with the likely hood that it will come back later and 3) having surgery and have it more likely it won't return. So I chose option #3. On Monday Mom told me that the papers or whatever were in so that we could schedule the surgery. So Mom decided that Friday would be a good time to have the surgery and scheduled the pre-op for Wednesday. So, I was thinking I wouldn't be able to have it out until after school started because of Tamara's wedding and then having my senior pictures, but instead it will be this Friday!&lt;br /&gt;So I have until Friday to pack to leave the apartment because we will be moving back into the house while I can’t lift heavy things with my left wrist.&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/7819846317195263320-439377563139236716?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/439377563139236716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=439377563139236716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/439377563139236716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/439377563139236716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-for-those-of-you-who-didnt-know-i.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SIj5ETtigYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7gKdAMyPjjs/s72-c/IMG_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-3933830668652501998</id><published>2008-07-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:08:48.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>So I was looking around...</title><content type='html'>So, Mom wanted me to look a recipe up on a blog so that she could make it for dinner (she may want a late lunch, I'm not sure). I decided to look around and see what my siblings have posted on their blogs. Little did I know that almost all of them are subscribed to my blog, but I haven't posted anything yet. So, hello to everyone reading this and welcome to my Blog, I have finally posted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Chelsea and I have three older sisters who I love very much and a brother who is closer to me than any one else in the world. My oldest sister is getting married soon and I am looking forward to the wedding and having Jack be part of our family (he is a really great guy and I tell all of my friends that my sister couldn't have a better match if she was the main character in a book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to Spain and Portugal this last February with my school's choir and Canada with my parents in March. I think that I should go to Mexico to round off my trips to foreign Countries for the year. I went Skiing with some girls from church in Big Bear in March, which was a lot of fun!!! I visited two of my sisters after school got out for the summer and had a blast with both of them. When I got home from my sisters' I turned around and drove up to Zion National Park with another group of friends from church and hiked the Narrows (bottom up for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; who want to know which of the two hikes we took) for the first time. We also went trail riding near Bryce Canyon we rode the horses along the edge of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Canyon&lt;/span&gt;. That was an amazing two days with beautiful sights.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may blog more about some of this later, but for now I'm done. Have a great day! thank you for reading my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819846317195263320-3933830668652501998?l=littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/feeds/3933830668652501998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819846317195263320&amp;postID=3933830668652501998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/3933830668652501998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819846317195263320/posts/default/3933830668652501998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleangel-chelsea.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-was-looking-around.html' title='So I was looking around...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01927714373089682677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/SskeEGG2teI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SPbeSyCuegw/S220/ChelseaSeniorPicture2.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
