tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78198463171952633202024-03-13T13:15:46.993-07:00The Littlest AngelChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07252294554030748867noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-68962749461383340522010-06-07T21:04:00.001-07:002012-11-21T11:28:35.697-08:00What teachers makeMy roommate just reminded me of this:<br />
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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...)<br />
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"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 an I Pod, Game Cube, or movie rental... You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and 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 take responsibility for their actions. I teach them to write and then I make them write. I make them read, read, read. 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 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, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life. (Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)<br />
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"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant... You want to know what I make?</div>
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I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-50286309966241404242010-03-19T13:11:00.001-07:002010-03-19T13:11:48.083-07:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S6PahBTgvxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MCH0D5Vpl_s/s1600-h/0319101409a-708084.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/S6PahBTgvxI/AAAAAAAAARE/MCH0D5Vpl_s/s320/0319101409a-708084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450440234869243666" /></a></p>I got a package from home today and put up late st patrick's day decorations<br>ChelseaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-21365741705959710252010-02-04T21:33:00.000-08:002010-02-04T21:35:54.983-08:00The Home Teachers meet the Visiting TeachersIts 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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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 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.<br />
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.<br />
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</div>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).<br />
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 meAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-70165122119348492952010-01-18T15:17:00.000-08:002010-01-18T15:17:52.347-08:00What's that white stuff on the ground?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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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 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).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-66360174892030611512010-01-13T17:07:00.000-08:002010-01-13T17:07:34.659-08:00Note Cards... Or a Blog (no this isn't task avoidance)<div style="text-align: center;">"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."<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm looking forward to the rest of this semester in this class because we get to read many good books, including 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.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">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. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you Mom and Dad<br />
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Thank you andrea for all your hard work helping me get all packed and ready for college. <br />
<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-62158224990517743482009-10-04T21:53:00.000-07:002009-10-04T22:10:16.324-07:00Little Wisps of AirI 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.<br /><br /><div> </div><div>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.</div><div> </div><div> </div><br />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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-46212454910006764442009-08-09T20:11:00.000-07:002009-08-09T21:01:24.824-07:00Breakfast for DinnerFriday 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.<br /><br /><br />It was a wonderful reminder that Dad loves me, not to mention it was delicious<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sn-WRkkX6kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PrC2-BeBrGU/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"><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" /></a>. So thank you Dad for taking time out of your day to tell me how to make this wonderful dish.<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyW_6xJCsiAKT9doQvkyG-GubNVxjGlv4YTCWGMWcaH612boEcTqAIZsbAjj4uZjVkppAdFnuUiRhCYsg8RSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Hope all is well with everyone at home (or not at home).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-37722077967484849172009-08-03T14:12:00.001-07:002009-08-03T14:12:09.425-07:00BYU-I welcomes EFY to its campus. This will definitely be an interesting weekAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-12734056714095220112009-07-24T14:38:00.001-07:002009-07-24T14:38:30.819-07:00Pioneer day in UT<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Smop1kExsVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i0huISXYIEU/s1600-h/0724091532a-710820.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Smop1kExsVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i0huISXYIEU/s320/0724091532a-710820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362144306531512658" /></a></p>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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-91673649613381143822009-07-23T13:48:00.001-07:002009-07-23T13:48:32.359-07:00Goodbye California. I'm on my way to byu-i. I'm sad to be leaving my friends behind, but i'm looking forward to the new experiences i will be able to enjoy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-24578790975930602962009-07-11T09:01:00.000-07:002009-07-11T09:43:28.136-07:00Out in the woods<div>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.</div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyagP8kcdeGYgmuMF3ltud-cknzDNwCGohrV0av3YJHKpD2FqIh5sVO-ugaNemTKwseQGq0io8abQ6Hpu05Ug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><br /><div>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. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>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.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We had a lot of fun playing different games every afternoon in "physical" or "occupational" <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" />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. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>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.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-85465226860398658782009-07-01T13:18:00.000-07:002009-07-01T14:55:21.020-07:00Tamara's Inspiration<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7UmBpjPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Rr991YPTAs/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"><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" /></a>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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt7K2sCFGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XGY90ngncDs/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"><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" /></a>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.<br /><div><div><br /><div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-66458685775440794642009-07-01T08:51:00.000-07:002009-07-01T08:51:00.884-07:00Fun In The Sun<div><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" /><br /><div>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.<br /><br />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.<br />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.<br />Where will we go Friday <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt4RnIXhII/AAAAAAAAAHs/WyYaJIBwXjc/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"><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" /></a>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)</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-39780349289245352422009-06-30T19:39:00.000-07:002009-06-30T23:51:13.091-07:00First time for everythingI 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />And now I wait for the new school year to start.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-29582797030848077672009-06-29T21:56:00.000-07:002009-07-01T07:54:25.287-07:00My Graduation partyI'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.<br /><br />.<br /><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" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-67483042527159267562009-06-07T08:07:00.000-07:002009-06-07T08:28:53.992-07:00Now What?<span style="font-family:verdana;">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? </span><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">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</span>.</span> </div><div><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" /></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">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. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span> </div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-50242553450806616422009-05-17T21:26:00.000-07:002009-05-17T21:36:26.487-07:00The End of a ChapterI'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).<br /><div align="center">Well, here's to the new chapter in my life, Jocelyn and I can start our new chapters together this summer</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-2897332633102509882009-05-13T19:01:00.000-07:002009-05-13T19:26:40.424-07:00Prom was a lot of fun<div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-V5v2yEI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EKx4z5ukvYM/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"><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" /></a><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" /><br /><div> I love how my hair turned out, I guess two hours was worth it. </div><div> Don't we all look amazing<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt9TW2om9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TD5lFDNtpus/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt-p449ixI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uBQtgLSx5_c/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"><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" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt_oXGi2PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zVJX5BsAMA8/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"><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" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><p align="left"></p><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Sgt8lkolBZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lqFdCknydiA/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"></a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I love spending time with my friends </div><div><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" /></div><div>Aren't these beautiful Dresses</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-42363259340199204292009-05-03T21:35:00.000-07:002009-07-22T18:56:28.856-07:00Renaissance<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5oIYxXLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-bmDEV9NaI0/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"><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" /></a> 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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0mTXUDl9hkQ/Skt5hWR7EdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/X7OiTUpZeWc/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"><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" /></a>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 <em>Pirates of the Caribbean</em> 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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-29937292009725146352009-05-03T21:26:00.000-07:002009-05-03T21:34:04.991-07:00Would you could you join the dance?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.<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">else's</span> 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?"<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"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?"<br /><br />"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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-14350181907153267072009-04-26T14:44:00.000-07:002009-04-26T19:51:09.654-07:00So, I checked my e-mail, for once, and...I saw this e-mail about financial aid, so I clicked on the link thinking, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> what is this about. Up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">popped</span> my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BYU</span>-I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">financial</span> page and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">skimmed</span> through thinking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">yada</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">yada</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">yada</span> because most of it was stuff I already knew. That was when I saw it. GRANTS AND SCHOLARSHIPS... Award of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Excellence</span> 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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819846317195263320.post-61920444457625420742009-04-25T15:57:00.000-07:002009-04-26T14:42:56.326-07:00Happy Birthday! Now lets go eastI 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.<br /><br />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.<br />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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4