<?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-6607149849221291511</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:01:06.543-08:00</updated><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>That's What She Said</title><subtitle type='html'>Because I have things I need to say...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5303034808455292004</id><published>2011-11-04T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T00:51:33.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BPFF (Best Princess Friends Forever... DUH!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RF_ghBgULE/TrOZVeUwbiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GMcMIoCj-GU/s1600/Emily%2Bdoor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;So my roommate Emily is very good to me. She helps clean my room when I am lazy, does my laundry, even comes to the salon to help me clean and do laundry there.. why does she do it? Well because she loves me and is a nice person. I am grateful for her! But anywho... one night I got home and I had promised her I would clean the toilet for once so she didn't have to. Clean checks were the next day and I knew she was going to wake up early to finish it. So I got home late from work and she was fast asleep. So I cleaned the toilet and then randomly wrote her this story... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;‎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Batang, serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;"Once upon a time there were two princesses. These princesses were stuck in a far away land called Idaho. It was cold and bare! Princess Emily was so beautiful and smart and had plans to make the kingdom the bestest kingdom ever! She was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Batang, serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;always so nice and kind to her best friend Princess Michelle, who like Princess Emily was also very beautiful, only not as smart. Princess Michelle's quest in life was to make the kingdom wealthy and full of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RF_ghBgULE/TrOZVeUwbiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GMcMIoCj-GU/s1600/Emily%2Bdoor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RF_ghBgULE/TrOZVeUwbiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GMcMIoCj-GU/s320/Emily%2Bdoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671044949986012706" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Batang, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt; happiness. She planned on making everyone in the kingdom happy by making them as beautiful as her and Princess Emily. So naturally, Princess Michelle had her hands full and was always so busy. Since princess Emily was so nice and kind, she always helped Princess Michelle out and would clean her room and stuff. Well one day, Princess Michelle promised Princess Emily she would help her clean for clean checks and she said she would clean their ROYAL THRONE. Princess Emily waited and waited for Princess Michelle to uphold her promise. Devastated and alone, Princess Emily retired to her tower to embark on some much needed beauty sleep. Princess Michelle wasn't expected to come home that night, but she missed Princess Emily and even though she knew Princess Emily would be busy dreaming of her Prince Charming and didn't want to be disturbed, Princess Michelle knew she MUST keep her promise to Princess Emily. So at 3am, Princess Michelle cleaned the ROYAL THRONE and appreciated ALL the other cleaning Princess Emily did throughout the WHOLE CASTLE that day. The next morning when Princess Emily awoke, her heart was filled with joy that Princess Michelle had returned home to be with her and that she had kept her promise! She was so excited she decided to awake Princess Michelle. When Princess Emily awoke Princess Michelle, they laughed and giggled while they got ready. They remembered why they were Best Princess Friends Forever (BPFF...DUH!) and they set out to tackle the kingdom once again together! And they all lived happily ever after! AMEN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Batang, serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Batang, serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;I am such a nerd. And yes. I decorated her door too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5303034808455292004?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5303034808455292004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5303034808455292004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5303034808455292004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5303034808455292004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/11/bpff-best-princess-friends-forever-duh.html' title='BPFF (Best Princess Friends Forever... DUH!)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9RF_ghBgULE/TrOZVeUwbiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/GMcMIoCj-GU/s72-c/Emily%2Bdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3918003667363800351</id><published>2011-11-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T00:05:21.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless modern medicine</title><content type='html'>The owners come tomorrow. TOMORROW! We have been working so hard the last month for the next 48 hours! Holy cow! We just have to get through the next 48 hours. The owners of Rexburg Housing only come every once and a while. My boss does such a fantastic job they just don't worry about our properties I guess. But they have missed Rexburg (if that is possible...) and wanted to stop in and do a little check up. So in preparing for their arrival its been very busy. I try to do my part where I can to help. I can't do a lot, but I did sacrifice something most imporant to me today, my sleep. I went up to my boss's house this morning at 5:45 am! to go sit up at her house while she went to work. So I got the munchkins off to school and then got myself off to school. So, I went to school and headed to work. My first client no showed. So I figured I better start cleaning... I needed to deep clean my salon and knew I had about 2 hours worth of cleaning. So I realized I hadn't taken my meds for the day and took them at 2 pm. Adderall at 2 pm on a full stomach= Michelle on super speed and super focused! I was crazy. I kept working and working and working and working and working. I had another no show and worked my little butt off. I cleaned the entire salon on top of doing my normal clientèle. It was crazy. My girls Allie and Emily showed up for moral support (literally they sat and painted their nails and told me to keep up the good work!) Anyways, so now my salon is nice and clean. And I only have 29 more days until we close the salon for the remodel! YAY!!!! Go team Retreat! Now to start the buying of goods and hiring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3918003667363800351?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3918003667363800351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3918003667363800351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3918003667363800351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3918003667363800351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/11/god-bless-modern-medicine.html' title='God bless modern medicine'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2104741937108345128</id><published>2011-10-26T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:34:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm hiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow. I suck at blogging. I always say I am going to do better, but I never do. Shocking! So I will not make any more promises. I don't even know if people still read my blog. But just in case there is someone that does read my blog let me try to enlighten you on what I have been up to... My work sponsored a straw maze on Monday night and so all the employees got in for free. Well that would be a fun activity right? Wrong. I got off work and my boss, Jeanne (who is also a big sister/ best friend/ mentor to me) called and tricked me into going with her and her 3 girls (who I used to nanny). Anywho, I was already freezing and didn't want to go, but she is very tricky and I ended up going. Her, her man-friend, his friend, her (Jeanne's) friend, and our two other co-workers all went together. Between the 6 adults (that includes me) there were 9 kids. 9 kids!!! Their age range was from 1- 9. Lucky us! So it's like 7:30pm by the time we get there and therefore it's already dark. We start on the maze and luckily I have my smartphone so I have the flashlight app and that is our light source. After about a half hour, the 1 year old is screaming his head off, he wants to get down and walk, he's cold.... it was awesome! So after a few more minutes we realize this is HELL and we need to get out of there! So we ask for the man on top of the maze to get us to the end... or in our case we were closer to the beginning. At this point I was beyond annoyed. The kids were all screaming, and running off from their parents. Awesome! Best. Birth control. EVER! I had had it with the kids screaming and yelling while the adults were trying to talk. I finally used my assertive voice and told those youngins to zip it. The adults all talked and found our way out. Well Jeanne's man-friend, his friend and his two kids got lost some how on the way out. So after a few minutes of them not coming out, and realizing that our cell phone coverage out there was crap, Jeanne and I ventured in the exit and found and rescued them. It was so much fun! NOT! Just kidding, it was an adventure to say the least. This &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture is a picture of me with my co-workers after the insanity had happened... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjPM9ynhECw/TqhfZYkaOjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_dIiftpw5lM/s320/RH%2BLadies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667885020742302258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me with my boss.... obviously I am showing her who is boss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IylmaW78elE/TqhfZhHUgrI/AAAAAAAAAkE/NzdWIiAfO4s/s320/Now%2Bwhose%2Bboss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667885023036211890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was last week, my co-worker/ apartment manager, Gwendolyn invited me over for their FHE and we carved pumpkins! This is her cute girl, Ella. We carved a witch with her cauldron and her name... I free hand carved that! YES! Be IMPRESSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWa9rq0E1ZM/TqhfaEnpfZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Q0FqIKlgV-M/s1600/Ella%2BPumpkin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tWa9rq0E1ZM/TqhfaEnpfZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Q0FqIKlgV-M/s320/Ella%2BPumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667885032567045522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, fall is in the air, next the snow will come. And the circle of life will go on. I am almost done with school... 38 school days left! But who's counting? Duh! ME!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2104741937108345128?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2104741937108345128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2104741937108345128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2104741937108345128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2104741937108345128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/10/ummm-hiiiiiiiii.html' title='Ummm hiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjPM9ynhECw/TqhfZYkaOjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_dIiftpw5lM/s72-c/RH%2BLadies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7698492062193451607</id><published>2011-09-13T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:01:05.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Tough then you die...</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of school and I went to bed at 4:30am... do you think this is the way I wanted to start my semester? No. Not. At. ALL! I had a work meeting at 9 am... then I had to go straight to class at 11 am... then I have class until 2 pm. And then... I have work immediately after class until 9 pm. Notice no where in there is a breakfast, lunch or dinner. Oh my... gotta love my overbooked schedule. Why do I think I can do everything? Oh... because I will get it all done. But then at 9pm. I will eat and then crash... Honestly, today is not a great day. It's not bad. But it's definitely not what I want my every day life to be... I am grateful for my true friends and family. I am grateful for a boss that loves me and understands that I am doing everything I can. I am grateful that my mom sent me this text this morning after saying today is going to be long "Good luck and say your prayers". How simple is that. I do need to say my prayers, so I can have the strength of my Heavenly Father and Savior. Because without them.. I will not survive today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7698492062193451607?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7698492062193451607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7698492062193451607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7698492062193451607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7698492062193451607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-tough-then-you-die.html' title='Life&apos;s Tough then you die...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4224173398201792004</id><published>2011-09-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:12:09.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of the Rest of my Life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can not believe summer is over :( SAD DAY! Except for today is actually a very exciting day! Today my salon, MY SALON opens! I am so excited for this! I have mentioned this on my blog before, but I guess the news didn't spread like wild fire. So here is the deal. I have been working for Rexburg Housing for over a year now. I have been doing office work for them, then at the beginning of summer our salon manager quit. So they asked me for help finding a new salon manager... and then it occurred to them that I should probably just do it. So I used my business knowledge and realized that their "business plan" was stupid and they were losing money. (side note: Their business plan was the salon is a complete amenity for the over 1600 residents. They offer free haircuts, manicures and pedicures for the residents. And they just dump money into it every month. So dumb right?) So I came along and said, well why don't you first and foremost sell product, DUH!!! And they agreed, that would be smarter. Second, why don't you do a full service salon for the residence and allow them a discount, but be open to the general public as well? So this summer when the owners came to visit I gave them my business proposal and budget and all that shinanagins and they loved it. They ate it up! Sadly we didn't have enough time to do it during the 7 week break, but we will be able to do it in December. So we are knocking walls down, adding two other salon chairs, another pedicure chair, having a full time nail tech and everything! So for the next 4 months I will be doing the haircuts, manicures and pedicures all by myself, but then in January I will have other staff to help assist and we will be doing color and everything else by then! I am so excited. So my goal in the next 18 months is to not only remodel the salon, but have the salon be a profitable part of this company! YAY! So here are some pictures of my current salon, its called The Retreat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4s6EBnFQH0/TmkD_PAiUkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/csvhsB42QLY/s320/IMAG0539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650051592408420930" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgbipM2avS0/TmkD_vXL5DI/AAAAAAAAAjw/O_Ya6f-79II/s320/IMAG0541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650051601093354546" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPXgX18tOto/TmkD_YMkuYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/nsO_2TkAu30/s320/IMAG0540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650051594874829186" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;And so far I am loving it! So yes, I am excited. I am kicking this off for this company, who has several other salons over their properties throughout the US and if this is successful, we will do the same everywhere! Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4224173398201792004?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4224173398201792004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4224173398201792004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4224173398201792004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4224173398201792004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='First Day of the Rest of my Life!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4s6EBnFQH0/TmkD_PAiUkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/csvhsB42QLY/s72-c/IMAG0539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8922428720582721434</id><published>2011-08-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:55:48.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days...</title><content type='html'>So I never realized how big of an influence I was on the family I am nannying. The girls are absolutely amazing and I love spending time with them but by the weekend let's be real its time for a break. I feel like the girls need a break from me and vice versa. So last weekend I went in a mini road trip to Utah with my girl Kelsy... We had a blast! But when I got home late Sunday night the girls were in bed. So I didnt get to see the girls until after school on Monday. The middle child git home and I asked her for a hug just like any other day and she avoided the question like crazy. I kept asking throughout the day and she kept ignoring me. So finally her mom stepped in and asked why she wouldnt hug me. She the 7 year old said she was mad at me for leaving for the whole weekend and not giving her a big goodbye. Talk about breaking your heart. I felt terrible. Later that night as I was tucking her in I apologized and told her next time if I leave and she misses me all she has to do is call me and I will drop whatever I am doing to talk to her. She then said she just loves me and wants to spend time with me... It just melts my soul to hear these beautifullittle ladies talk and think so highly of me... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8922428720582721434?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8922428720582721434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8922428720582721434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8922428720582721434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8922428720582721434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/08/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5257953635060941958</id><published>2011-08-22T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:08:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin' had me a blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Summer has been AWESOME! I have seriously had so much fun. Don't get me wrong there has been some lows in it, but I mean I look back and the good parts have DEFINITELY outweighed the bad! I feel like Michelle again. I think after the winter semester when I was so busy with school and what not and fell for a boy that ended up making me so mad it made me realize why I don't date boys. I date men and sadly good ole Rexburg is lacking in the MEN department. Anyways I had a really hard winter and it got me into this weird funk. I was faking it until I made it. And I finally feel happy again. I have met some amazing new friends that make me so happy and love spending time with and they have gotten to know the real me, not the one who hid behind others, because let’s be honest here, my personality &lt;s&gt;couldn’t &lt;/s&gt;shouldn’t be hidden behind anyone/thing. And I was really struggling on why anyone would want to hang out with me. I felt like I had to hang out with my old friends because they already loved me, and new ones wouldn’t. WOW. I felt ridiculous saying that, maybe I should have said it long ago. My boss/ friend/ current roommate, Jeanne gave me some pretty good advice the other day… it relates to the men department so my mom will be happy about this.. She told me that when a guy texts me to hang out/ calls or whatever his form of communication and asks to do something, he means me… not my posse! Haha I loved hearing that. And if you know Jeanne you can just hear her saying the words. She is very type A personality and I love her to death! She is right though. I guess even though I pretend to have the world’s biggest ego/ self esteem, let’s be real people, I don’t. And there have been males in the past that have taken away from my lower than average self esteem, which doesn’t help and I know that someday they will be held accountable for those invisible tears that I shed. The moral of this story is that I have had a huge self esteem boost this summer, because someone told me the other night that I was a 6 ½ looks wise, but my personality made me a 9. I will take that! Thank you to that man, who was feeling under the weather, but that means to me, even if you aren’t the prettiest girl in the room, you can still have an amazing personality and let’s be honest, the personality is what really counts! I have really learned a lot about myself and I love it. BEST. SUMMER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; EVERRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5257953635060941958?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5257953635060941958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5257953635060941958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5257953635060941958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5257953635060941958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-lovin-had-me-blast.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos; had me a blast!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6498218375854178934</id><published>2011-08-08T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:34:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving life like Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>So I pretty much am way excited for life to begin. And by life I mean out of college... with a real job. REAL JOBS are bomb. I will tell you why. You get paid more. You get to do what you love. AND you get paid for doing it. I love that I changed my major to business. I love talking business and running a business. I love preparing for presentations, giving said presentation, and getting the approval from some rich guy... who trusts me and wants to invest in me. IT IS AMAZING! I also love summer time - especially being a nanny because I get paid to go outside and play with the kids in the lake. ROUGH LIFE! Love it. I am just so happy right now and I love it! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6498218375854178934?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6498218375854178934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6498218375854178934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6498218375854178934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6498218375854178934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/08/loving-life-like-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Loving life like Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8764214101369197707</id><published>2011-08-03T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:00:31.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uT3hocdtXM/Tjmys4_jdNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/66vRnulm318/s1600/IMAG0306.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uT3hocdtXM/Tjmys4_jdNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/66vRnulm318/s320/IMAG0306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636732892913824978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I have thought to myself, how dumb I am for wanting to take business classes. But today, I am grateful for those business classes. I am currently working on a business proposal/ plan/ budget for our salon that I will be managing. Here is our floor plan... it looks crazy, and has a lot of writing on it... just ignore all the chicken scratch... Anyways I am so excited to get this up and moving. I created a budget and I think our goals that were set are very reasonable. I feel like we can make back all the money we are asking for in one semester... but we shall see!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8764214101369197707?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8764214101369197707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8764214101369197707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8764214101369197707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8764214101369197707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/08/business-101.html' title='Business 101'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--uT3hocdtXM/Tjmys4_jdNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/66vRnulm318/s72-c/IMAG0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1782200811765984703</id><published>2011-08-02T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:16:53.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Blessed Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, some years ago, my older sister was born. She is by far way more amazing than me... and if you know me... you know I am amazing.. so Nicole... She is just outstandingly amazing!!! I could not wish for, think of or be a better sister than she is to me! Why do I love her? Great question... here is why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is the only person in the world that can call me a stupid nickname and I don't get mad... and I actually respond....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1pi642A-tI/Tjjjl9bXQeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Wj8hTBgWPSM/s320/048.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636505174938173922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes me strive to do the right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5lFsWuZqls/Tjjjmb3-AOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LJm4LWaecIw/s320/071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636505183111217378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She will be a pirate any chance she gets... even on Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjpNvfnrww8/TjjjnMRFGBI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ge0GJdfmQIQ/s320/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636505196101441554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She always gives/ makes the best presents. EVER. She is so creative!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu8zpGQqzBs/Tjjjm9V2PxI/AAAAAAAAAio/RWkq7s-Xe8I/s320/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636505192094908178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't get mad at me when I am dumb/ annoying. She just laughs at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkGJ8mfbejc/Tjjjmoy28yI/AAAAAAAAAig/ssqDqIaRkH8/s320/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636505186579444514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ummm... she is GORGEOUS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_dIdx39VE0/TjjlOI-2_mI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/QFRxFLelM-o/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636506964746239586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a good listener!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_efZVlbYRo/TjjlNGNYFJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/i25AA9vRMZY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636506946821952658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;She can do anything craft related... she made me this quilt. And it is beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBkevbKBjm8/TjjlNq6iwXI/AAAAAAAAAjA/pwKD_bBUJQU/s320/045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636506956675072370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;She is always there for me... whenever I need her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwl3aokVbdk/TjjlN4pM9cI/AAAAAAAAAjI/8wPKVCuaFL8/s320/Imported%2BPhotos%2B00091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636506960360437186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Nicole!!!! I love you with every fiber of my being! I am so glad you are my sister and for everything you do for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1782200811765984703?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1782200811765984703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1782200811765984703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1782200811765984703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1782200811765984703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-blessed-day.html' title='What a Blessed Day!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1pi642A-tI/Tjjjl9bXQeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Wj8hTBgWPSM/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2311907483387934518</id><published>2011-08-02T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T00:04:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember MEEEEEEE??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so I haven’t blogged in a while… like a LONG while and maybe it’s because I don’t know what to say or how to say it, but I honestly have had a lot on my mind. So I guess I am going to be changing up my blog. I am a single 24 year old Latter-day Saint and I have issues on my mind and I need someone/ thing to vent to… bounce ideas off of. So on here it will still be my blog, but I probably won’t be holding topics back. Before I felt like I had to censor what to say, so I wouldn’t embarrass my family… or so people wouldn’t judge me. But I have realized that my family is stuck with me no matter what and they already know I speak my mind, so if they get embarrassed, I apologize in advance (MOM!). However, if I offend you, I am sorry. But I have things on my mind and I would like to discuss them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So let me just update people on my life. Because I am sure &lt;s&gt;no&lt;/s&gt; someone cares! So I am finishing my LAST semester at BYU-Idaho. YES. MY LAST! I will be done and have a BA degree in Business. I did the whole graduating ceremony in July and my Family came and celebrated with me then YAY! It was fun having them here. So until fall semester starts I am currently nannying for 3 girls. I have talked about them before and am still going strong with these girls. I am now living with them full time so I am here 24/7. Which is a lot sometimes, but it has worked out. I love my boss (their mom) I feel like she is my big sister that won’t let me get away with ANYTHING! Ha I love her! In the meantime while I am super nanny, I am also working on my future job I will officially start in the fall. I will be a manager of a salon that is owned by Rexburg Housing. Right now it is just offering free haircuts to the residents all 1600 of them. HOWEVER, in the next few weeks we will be completely redoing the salon. Knocking walls down, adding chairs, getting different chairs. Yum! I love it! So basically I am doing all that shinanagins. I am writing the budget/ business proposal and having that to my boss tomorrow and then meeting with the big head honcho corporate man on Friday. If everything gets approved I will get to decide everything. Color scheme, color line… list goes on. So I will be basically opening my own salon, with somebody else’s money! YAY!!!!!! I love it! I am so freaking excited. This is like a dream come true! I just hope that all goes well. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;ß&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wiiiiissshhhfulll thinking!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than that, I am just loving life. I am tan, I just got my hair done and I am single. Oh side note on this whole single business. I sometimes wish I was in love, but then I look at my friends that are married/ seriously dating someone and I am kinda lovin the single life. And maybe the boys that are in Idaho and I keep thinking I am interested in, but end up being complete jerks, help the situation a little, but still. I am glad one of these jerks helped me finally realize that I deserve to be treated with respect and I should not cater to a man’s every need/wish/ demand. I am a beautiful daughter of God and deserve some respect. So thank you, jerk face, for making me realize that I do not need a guy like you. PS. You are officially deleted!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways. I will try to get up pictures soon. &lt;s&gt;Sorry for the long rant! &lt;/s&gt;Hope you enjoyed my blog! If you don’t enjoy it.. sorry! I will try to be more creative next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2311907483387934518?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2311907483387934518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2311907483387934518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2311907483387934518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2311907483387934518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/08/remember-meeeeeee.html' title='Remember MEEEEEEE??????'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1482596354794441625</id><published>2011-06-01T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:55:15.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing this... starting NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My good friend Amanda Peck always introduces me to the best ideas/ things. She is doing a 30 day blog challenge see it &lt;a href="http://amandascreativeattempts.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-day-challenge.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! And so am I! I am going to try really hard to do it for 30 days! Wish me luck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1: Self Portrait. I am on muscle relaxers so don't judge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0SBZYxORk0M/TecloXvEuuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1M-sClEfAa4/s320/0601012336.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613496836037065442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1482596354794441625?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1482596354794441625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1482596354794441625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1482596354794441625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1482596354794441625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-doing-this-starting-now.html' title='I&apos;m doing this... starting NOW!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0SBZYxORk0M/TecloXvEuuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1M-sClEfAa4/s72-c/0601012336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2153847384607091330</id><published>2011-05-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T23:46:28.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do IT!</title><content type='html'>The Church is true. Some of the members are mean, rude and not very nice. Don't be one of those. Also, Jesus Christ died for you, me and that person you are angry at. So just remember that. The scriptures are true, so read them. Heavenly Father loves you, and me. So why don't we talk to Him more? Sometimes it's hard to remember the little things. But seriously, the Church is true. There is a plan. We just need to do what we need to do. So just get up and go do it already. I know I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2153847384607091330?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2153847384607091330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2153847384607091330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2153847384607091330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2153847384607091330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do IT!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1549435664715177557</id><published>2011-04-21T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:09:33.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester = New Life... NOT</title><content type='html'>3 days into the semester and I am already skipping homework. FAIL. How? Why?? I have no clue but let me tell you things I do know...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I was called a drama queen by 2 people today. One was by an 8 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I fell in love with Taco Bell's Pomegranate Berry Frutistas tonight. Go get one. They are divine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I heart youtube. Especially these kid history clips. Here's my fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dVlaZfLlWQc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I can't sleep in anymore without waking up at 6:30am... DANG IBC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I might have an ulcer... nbd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am sick of homework and today was the first day of doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I have exactly one class left for the week after 4:45 pm on Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I miss my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am sick of working and never having money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have spent way too many hours watching The O.C. lately.. but I am almost done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. My life is not fun. I know. I am sorry. If I was clever or funny I would blog more. But I am not. So maybe someday I will take a picture or two and put them up here, not that I think anyone would care, but it might make me feel special. That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1549435664715177557?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1549435664715177557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1549435664715177557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1549435664715177557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1549435664715177557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-semester-new-life-not.html' title='New Semester = New Life... NOT'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dVlaZfLlWQc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5476616510889790932</id><published>2011-03-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:22:40.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turns out, I am NOT superwoman...</title><content type='html'>So pretty much I have stressed myself out to the max yet again. I am awesome at doing this! YAY! Go me! Sometimes I think I am superwoman. Turns out, I am NOT superwoman! I can not do it all! So tomorrow I have 2 presentations and one final. All before noon. Awesome. And is it 11:30pm right now? Yes. Did I just start my homework an hour ago? Yes. Am I going off of hardly any sleep? Yes. And the icing on the cake is that one of my presentations tomorrow, there is just a little pressure because whatever grade I get on the presentation my WHOLE company gets that grade. No pressure... No pressure at all. Great. When is this semester over? Oh yes. One week. Just one more week. Just one more week. Just one more week. Just one more week... I am going to hind under a rock for just one more week... oh! I mean. I can do this! Back to the homework. Someday maybe I won't be so stressed. Until then... just one more week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5476616510889790932?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5476616510889790932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5476616510889790932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5476616510889790932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5476616510889790932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/turns-out-i-am-not-superwoman.html' title='Turns out, I am NOT superwoman...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1521851882742557343</id><published>2011-03-25T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:22:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless Quotes</title><content type='html'>While driving to run some errands with The Little One we usually play I spy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little One:&lt;/b&gt; Michelle, can I tell you something instead of spying something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Of course! What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little One:&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;(Adjusting my mirror to see her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Little One: &lt;/b&gt;Your love is my drug...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, so hard not to bust up laughing!! I love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1521851882742557343?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1521851882742557343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1521851882742557343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1521851882742557343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1521851882742557343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/priceless-quotes.html' title='Priceless Quotes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-864207557754681850</id><published>2011-03-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:21:10.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nannying vs Babysitting</title><content type='html'>I am not really sure the big difference between nannying and babysitting... you do the same job right? Anyways... I am a nanny now. I have always been "the babysitter" now I am more?? I am not sure how it is different, it just is I guess.  Anyways... I am nannying for my boss and my friend, Tia and I trade off. It works out really nicely! So there are 3 little girls... 8(Miss Smarty Pants),6(Middle Child) and 4(Little one). They are a HANDFUL! But I love these girls with all of my heart! Tonight we went and saw Gnomeo and Juliet! It was my first 3D movie ever! It was so cute! I actually really enjoyed the movie! So did the girls, until it was past bedtime... and THENNNNN the crying started. The little one was so upset she kept saying she was going to throw up.... OH NO! All was well and we got home, brushed our teeth, went potty, got our pj's and sang our bedtime songs and then said our prayers. I said goodnight and that I loved each of the girls. I said good night to the Little One last and she opened one eye and said "Good night Michelle... I love you TOO! Thanks for taking me to see Juliet and Gnomeo... it was good.. I liked it. Sorry I thought I was going to throw up..." And then she closed her other eye and snuggled with her blankey. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so here are why their nicknames are what they are.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Smarty Pants: She is 8 but thinks like a 18 year old!  She was concerned about the world ending next year. Seriously. She is designing clothes. She is so freaking smart. Not witty and sarcastic... but smart and wise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Middle Child: She is definitely the middle child... and that about wraps her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Little One: She is the youngest and the most dramatic by far. But yet she is so precious and cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-864207557754681850?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/864207557754681850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=864207557754681850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/864207557754681850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/864207557754681850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/nannying-vs-babysitting.html' title='Nannying vs Babysitting'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4769087393682819527</id><published>2011-03-23T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:54:28.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks the 51st year that my Dad has been alive! That is pretty much 18,627 days that this Earth has been completely entertained! My Dad is one of my heroes! He can do anything. Sometimes I make him do stupid things like pretend to catch water.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6HnruWwz_k/TYqayH-iRfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kLDwqUaorfc/s320/125.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587448473631999474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes he LOVES when I make him take multiple pictures with me, so I can make sure that I look good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmqI6KwlJgA/TYwPzWAIwII/AAAAAAAAAhk/RAigRjfrsRs/s320/Kodak%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sometimes he likes to be a thug with his oldest, coolest daughter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSnuf5WVfis/TYwPzmL95VI/AAAAAAAAAhs/i3DPnU-lK-g/s320/Kodak%2B006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587858616758429010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But most importantly he loves spending time with the WOMEN in his life and making sure we are all happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCiJFbzUGHc/TYwQ4hdw_1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/QRKvYoBDka8/s320/IMG_9245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587859800901877586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, We love you! Thank you for being so amazing!!! You are the glue that holds our family together and without you we would be lost! Thank you for everything you do!!! You really are my hero, and you are a SUPER HERO in my eyes! Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4769087393682819527?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4769087393682819527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4769087393682819527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4769087393682819527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4769087393682819527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-dad.html' title='Super-Dad'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6HnruWwz_k/TYqayH-iRfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/kLDwqUaorfc/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5064951799807736346</id><published>2011-03-08T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:50:13.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future? What Future?</title><content type='html'>So the day has come and I have run out of classes to take... I honestly thought this day would NEVER come. So now what? Graduate? Then what? No one ever told me I had to have a plan for my life. I thought I was supposed to stay at home and cook and clean up after some small people. Guess that idea was WAY off. Hmmm so now what? Move home? And do what there? Let's be honest. I am a licensed cosmetologist. HAIR. IS. EVERYWHERE! I can go where ever my little heart desires. I can do hair, nails, extensions.... what should I do and WHERE should I go??? After waking up to 2 inches of freshly fallen snow I am thinking somewhere warm... possibly tropical? I don't know.. can't someone just make up my mind for me???? I will take any suggestions!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5064951799807736346?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5064951799807736346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5064951799807736346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5064951799807736346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5064951799807736346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/03/future-what-future.html' title='Future? What Future?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5129212850128955652</id><published>2011-02-06T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:01:59.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-4</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes it is very true. I am 24... so weird!!! So on my birthday people came up and wished me happy birthday they would ask me how old I was and I felt like now... since I am an "old lady" they shouldn't be asking me how old I am... it's rude! So I just told people 21. And then one guy as he was leaving said "Happy 24th Birthday Michelle" and a bunch of people looked at me confused. Ha... oops! Anyways it was a really good birthday. Chyla came up from Utah and helped me celebrate. We went to dinner where Bonnie and Lucy came and met up with us. All in all, it was a great birth-WEEKEND! :) So since I am 24 I figured I would put 24 things that I am grateful for... I know this is almost 2 weeks late, but I've been super busy...so here they are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM GRATEFUL FOR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Atonement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Testimony of the Atonement and the Gospel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad- Always has a solution for every problem followed by a joke to make me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom- She is always there for me and always keeps me down to earth. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sister- She is amazing and loves me and is always there for me whenever I need her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles and those who have helped me and supported me over my 24 years to reach my dreams!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends-They know who they are. My life would not be complete without any of them. From my first best friend to the many I have now :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowledge- Not only from my schooling, but life experiences that have taught me many, many life lessons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Temple- for the Spirit that is there, and for the opportunity to have an Eternal Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roommates that help me when I need it the most and the many fun times we have together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drew- My car that takes me everywhere that I need to go!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Technology- That I can be able to have a somewhat easier time doing homework and other things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm clothing- To allow me to stay warm during these cold times in Rexburg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLEEP-I tend to fall asleep if seated for too long. I can pretty much fall asleep anytime, anywhere these days...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medication- After hurting my knee I have been taking my fair share..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamba Juice- Pretty much my favorite place as of lately...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Cell Phone- Without this lil guy I would be lost. LOST I tell you... maybe I have sent over 2500 texts in 2 weeks... ya........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Job- I love that my work is so good to me and they don't expect hardly anything out of me this semester. But they still love me just the same!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soda- I know this is a bad thing to be grateful for, but after a long day a nice Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke is just what I need!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roommate Dinners- Especially when they cook and I just eat it!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies- Going to them or watching them at home!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctors- for their wisdom and knowledge to help us to get better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Birthday- to be able to feel so loved and special!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there you have it... This might have taken me 2 weeks to post, but these thoughts of appreciation and gratitude swirl in my mind constantly!&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/6607149849221291511-5129212850128955652?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5129212850128955652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5129212850128955652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5129212850128955652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5129212850128955652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-2-4.html' title='The Big 2-4'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-357555463943698040</id><published>2011-01-29T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T01:54:24.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter and Camping DO NOT MIX!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry this is a LONG post, but has a good story and good moral of the story at the end! So if you are bored.. read away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow. I can not believe that my birthday is in 8 days and I just realized that TODAY! I am usually start counting down my birthday at 100 days. I don't know if I am maturing and my birthday is just not a big deal anymore... but I am guess that is NOT it. I am pretty sure it is because I have been so busy lately I didn't even realize that January is almost over. WHERE HAS JANUARY GONE???? Well... let's see here. I came back to Rexburg. Got started with school. Got overwhelmed with school. Am still overwhelmed with school and preparing to start our business in about 2 weeks. Let me break this down even more now... I am in a class called "IBC" it stands for Integrated Business Core (honestly, I just had to look that up....) It is 12 credits with 4 different classes and a 3 hour block every day. Starting at 7:45am. The classes switch just depending on the day. We are divided into Companies and each company needs to create, start and operate a business on campus for 8 weeks. I am in Company A and there are 22 people in our company. 3 girls. Our classes are Organizational Effectiveness, Finances, Operations and Procedures and Marketing. The class is very ambiguous. VERY AMBIGUOUS! We started out being divided the first day into "Companies" and then inside our companies we were divided into "Teams" my team has 6 members. Me being the only girl. I knew of one of the guys before the class started and one of the other guys in my team, I met him on New Years Eve. Small world. Anyways, we all get along really well, which is good considering how much time we spend together. 3 out of the 6 are married... 3 are obviously not. We all know which of the 3 I fall into. We have a lot of group work and a LOT of reading. A LOT OF READING!!!!! 2 weeks ago we had the opportunity to be able to "bond" better with our team and company. We went to Badger Creek which is about an hour north of Rexburg. We were supposed to stay in tents, but by some miracle the tent broke and we couldn't (Prayer WORKS!). I knew before we went that there would be a ropes course and a lot of "awkward" things that would have to happen. I kept teasing with my roommates and said I was going to get "hurt" before I went so I couldn't go. Well the day before we were heading up to Badger Creek my roommates and I went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;snowmobiling. Kandice is crazy and went over this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TUPjJNaW4UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z70xI18X_xQ/s200/girls%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567543311718605122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; jump and I fell off of the back, and landed on my wrist. Now, in no way is or was my wrist broken. But it was sore. Luckily my other roommate, Madi had a brace and let me borrow it to milk this "owie" for all it's worth. Now my wrist really was sore, I wasn't lying at all! And my wrist is still sore.. sometimes. Anyways so I met up with my team after snowmobiling for a quick pre Badger Creek meeting and told them that I hurt my wrist. They still told me to come.. just be careful. Perfect. I can go. Just not do anything... so I thought. We woke up early the next day and had to be to Badger by 8 am. It was FREEZING!!!!!!!!!! I luckily got a brand new Omni-Shield Columbia winter Jacket for Christmas that kept me warm! We had some getting to know you lame games for a while with a short orientation and then headed to the ropes course. I of course couldn't do much with my hurt wrist. The first "obstacle" we had to overcome was the Giant Swing. It's where the rest of your company has to hoist you up to the top of the ropes course. Which is probably 10 stories up and then you let go of the rope and you free fall half way until your harness catches you. And then you proceed to swing back and forth. There were 12 people that were at this Giant Swing at one time. Every single one of them went, including the other girl in our company, except for me. We had time for one more. Who's a sucker for peer pressure? Oh that's right... ME! So I decided I was going to be brave! I could do this... so here it is... I did it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-877bf6d3438646ed" 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://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D877bf6d3438646ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698733%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3988CD3A4E366AFAB3E1FCE4467F8D28BB5DE341.21454DFACC1A36DD3B4BABD875B1C8A926DE8668%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D877bf6d3438646ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC-2AfG2EgYO8nTRn90VVc-zER-E&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://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D877bf6d3438646ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331698733%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3988CD3A4E366AFAB3E1FCE4467F8D28BB5DE341.21454DFACC1A36DD3B4BABD875B1C8A926DE8668%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D877bf6d3438646ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC-2AfG2EgYO8nTRn90VVc-zER-E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was it fun? NOPE! Did I enjoy any second of it? NOPE! I hated EVERY SINGE SECOND! It was so scary. Am I proud of myself for doing it? HECK YES I AM!!!!!! It was pretty much the craziest thing I have ever done. I have done slack lines before... not as scary as free falling. I felt like the free fall was 18 minutes long. So after finally stopping and near tears I had to get out of the harness, and to do so you have to stand on this ladder. As I was getting off of the ladder I was shaking... horribly. I was shaking so bad that the rest of the group that was 100 feet away could see me shaking. So as I was trying to step down (please remember there is about 3 feet of snow on the ground and incredibly icey) I took a step down and my right knee buckled. It hurt. REAL BAD. One of the guys in my team, Cody was right behind me and caught me as I fell back. He saw my knee go and I immediately felt the pain. He got me off of the ladder and helped me safely to the ground. He helped me out to the main road. Now, everyone was very proud of me that I went, so I wanted people to still think I was pretty cool. The guys on my team were the one right there and knew I hurt my knee. I just didn't really tell them how bad, however Cody somehow knew. So I just "was a man... and walked it off" as my dad would have said and pretended nothing was wrong. Was that a good idea? No. So that was our first event of the day. We had 4 more. I decided to sit the rest out and the rest of the company thought it was because I was too scared... I was not. I was in pain. When we got back to the lodge that night I took off all of my snow gear to discover that it looked and felt like I did not have a knee cap any longer. My knee was so swollen it looked more like my thigh... I however could not deal with it as I had 40 guys to feed. I made them all dinner and "manned up". That night at we sat around playing games Cody asked how my knee was. I laughed and showed him my knee. He felt bad but reminded me how accomplished I should feel. The rest of Badger Creek only got worse... The next morning I woke up and fed 60 people breakfast. With the help of my team... that are really good listeners! :) Everyone said how good breakfast was and I am proud that I can cook for that many people and know how much food to buy and fill so many hungry guys! So after breakfast we walked down and did some more "obstacle" of course I sat and watched the guys do it. That night we were cooking outside and decided to do tin foil dinners. However, we thought there would be a fire... and there was not... so we had to use the propane grills to heat up our dinners. Since I had been basically sitting in the snow all day I was freezing. My knee hurt. I was tired. I was cold, and practically lost in the woods. Not a good mix. So I was heating our dinners up. Standing in my coat... I NEVER leaned up against the grill. Nor did I even lean up against the table it was on. I was a good couple inches away the entire time. But somehow I managed to melt 3 giant holes in my BRAND NEW (from Christmas) Omni-Shield Columbia Jacket (that wasn't cheap, might I add). When Kevin pointed out the holes in my coat I had to walked away into the dark and I just started crying. I had wanted this coat so bad, my parents were so kind and spent a pretty penny on this beloved coat and now after this stupid camp that I didn't even want to go to it was ruined. My knee hurt, my coat was ruined, I am tired, I am freezing and I wanted to go home! One of the guys tried to comfort me, but I was done. When my dinner was finally ready I had one bite and then tried to stab a carrot when my fork broke and MELTED. And that is when I laughed. Seriously? How could one week go so wrong? I tried to eat but was in so much pain I ate what was necissary to take some pain medication. After the drugs kicked in I was ready to hike up back to the lodge. We weren't supposed to go back for another hour, but my team decided to make an exception for me. When we got back up there I went to the bathroom and just mourned over the loss of my coat. I was so upset. After realizing it was just a temporal thing and it could be replaced, I don't know how and I don't know when, but it will be, I decided to try and make the most out of this horrible week. I went to the kitchen made myself a real dinner and ate that and then went and played phase 10 into the night. The next day we met as a company and finalized our decision on what our business should be (that announcement to come later) and divided up our projects. We finally got to leave. As I left I realized that I am a baby and that my knee probably was only hurting because of the cold. I finally got home and took a nap... for 6 hours...  I woke up worked a little then went back to sleep. I woke up the next day and decided I should probably go to the doctor just to see. I went and he said he thinks I tore my meniscus (which usually doesn't heal on it's own and will most likely require surgery... awesome... ) He also referred me to a specialist. So on Monday I went and saw the specialist and discovered that I actually tore my MCL and sprained my meniscus. He is hoping this will heal on it's own but I am not supposed to really walk on it much. He told me to ice it and not to do anything real physical for 6 weeks. I am supposed to go back to him in 2 weeks to make sure it is healing properly. If he discovers it is not healing like it should, surgery will be neccissary. Awesome. So I went to school the next day and as I walked in I had a limp. The guys on my team all asked me if my knee was still bothering me, I laughed and responded with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Ya.. turns out I tore my MCL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chase: Wait, Michelle you REALLY hurt your knee? I thought you were just faking so you didn't have to do anymore obstacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Nope. I really hurt my knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kevin: Oh man. I feel bad. Were you in pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Yep. That's why I kept that bottle of extra strength tylenol with me... and polished off that bottle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chase: Man. I feel so bad now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ha. I look back at my whole experience at Badger and know that it was horrible. My knee is still hurting today. I still limp everywhere I go and in Rexburg, on the ice is NOT easy. I can't bend my knee all the way yet either. But I did realize that in life, sometimes you have obstacles that you have to overcome, and they can be scary and you can even get hurt, but in the end when you look back on life if you decide to overcome it you will be pleased with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry this post was sooo long, but I just needed to tell everyone my story. I will be posting about the business we will be starting very soon. As soon as it gets approved, which should be Tuesday. So be ready for another post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-357555463943698040?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/357555463943698040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=357555463943698040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/357555463943698040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/357555463943698040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-and-camping-do-not-mix.html' title='Winter and Camping DO NOT MIX!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TUPjJNaW4UI/AAAAAAAAAhI/z70xI18X_xQ/s72-c/girls%2Bsnowmobiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2340041641072620139</id><published>2010-12-11T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:21:11.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A semester through pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This semester has been a blur or stress, fun, snow, papers, snow, fun and some other stuff. I will tell you what... I can NOT wait for break to be here. One more week and I will be home for Christmas! This past semester has been one of the hardest semester academically, however we have had our share of fun this semester! Let me introduce you to my roomies... aka P.I.C. (partners in crime)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First there is Kleen (her real name is Kolleen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSCTN6qs2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6rbuZby8L8s/s320/me%2Band%2Bkleen.jpg" /&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 love Kleen. She is the type of person that will love you no matter what. She puts up with a lot from me and I love her so much and am happy to see her future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adventures she will be going on shortly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is Scandilous... I mean Kandice.. She looks like Kleen. It's cause they were born on the same day. But Kandice was born first... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSCT5GbSJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/y-lnqlC0LKg/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kandice takes care of me. If she notices I have too much dirty laundry and not enough clean ones... she will do them for me. She also cooks for me... A LOT. She is so good to me. I am glad she isn't into boys right now so we can be friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is the new roommie. Her name is Ta-Ta-Ta-Tia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSCTjYl2fI/AAAAAAAAAfs/T1PXAASNAhc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is like me. Only prettier and younger. But seriously... we have a lot in common. We often do and say the same thing. We are pretty sure we were destined to meet. She cracks me up and I love spending time with her. She is a real good listener and has great advice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the question is... what have we done.. well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We threw a party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSBdDthWkI/AAAAAAAAAfM/cqDVy0N5-_w/s320/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to a BYU game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSECjNyF0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/nWqYCZrMyLg/s320/BYU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We take crazy pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSCUU7RmGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ZcUJpCRbaz0/s320/Crazy%2Broomies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dress up for Halloween...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSEC_IJd1I/AAAAAAAAAgc/wV_WAGixjUM/s320/hollaween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do Kandice's hairs... really nicely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSEDTOeDmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hO4gMt6oKN0/s320/kandices%2Bhairs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go to dinner....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSCUJybu4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/pVgHjZjWo3M/s320/Dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go bowling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSEConhcGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jIZHH0AOZ3E/s320/Bowling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We play in the snow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSEDsDikkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Ul9_VRvwXL4/s320/play%2Bin%2Bsnow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have chocolate fights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSBcR-kBJI/AAAAAAAAAe8/mZ18Z1u_WWg/s320/HPIM1697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bundle Kleen up so she can take out our trash...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSBdUpVrkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/j9a7UDeWE_I/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We kiss Kleen... and she REALLY likes it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSBdiywqXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zkcBRLvYhos/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all I would say it has been a great semester! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also really enjoyed Thanksgiving... so here are some pictures from that.... (ignore all dates... my camera is messed up!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSALzJw3iI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kMcRAzQQ_co/s320/126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSALYtK-6I/AAAAAAAAAes/QvVVLXu2XVY/s320/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUTE SISTERS!!!! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSALD4CzfI/AAAAAAAAAek/jB9eor4dKlw/s320/123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie Marilyn!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSAKk8fLvI/AAAAAAAAAec/bCuEhODsghY/s320/115.JPG" /&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 know that is a LOT of pictures, but let's be honest... I NEVER update my blog... nor do I put up pictures! But it is only because we are having too much fun! I am grateful for great friends, a wonderful family and for the opportunity I have to be furthering my education, even though it is challenging at times! I hope you all take time this season to take a big look at your life and realize how loved and lucky you are! Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2340041641072620139?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2340041641072620139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2340041641072620139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2340041641072620139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2340041641072620139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/12/semester-through-pictures.html' title='A semester through pictures!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TQSCTN6qs2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/6rbuZby8L8s/s72-c/me%2Band%2Bkleen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3824761278110083289</id><published>2010-09-27T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:23:59.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... What a day.....</title><content type='html'>So today has been very interesting... Maybe because I had WEIRD dreams last night... may have been the Nyquil... but today was just weird too. I have been super sick since last Thursday. Every morning I wake up feeling like CRAP and tell myself. Oh... I think I am feeling better. By 2pm my body has convinced me otherwise. So today was no different. I woke up... I felt horrible. I looked in the mirror and almost cried because I LOOKED like DEEEAATTHHH!!!!!!!! I hoped a shower would help. Nope. So I went to school. Tried to learn, but after my first class started I realized I had an empty backpack. Cool. So I asked the kid next to me in my man voice for a piece of paper. He was very confused and I just held open my backpack and said to him. I forgot my binder. I know, I am a genius. He laughed asked me if I was sick. I seriously wanted to say to him... No. I always look like I just woke up from the DEAD and I always sound like I have a whole swarm of frogs in my throat. But instead I just nodded my head and he gave me the paper. So the rest of school I had to ask someone to borrow a piece of paper. I felt special. So after school I had to study for a test. I went to the library. WHAT??? Yes... I, Michelle Emily Chapin, after being at BYU-Idaho for 3 years found the Library. Who knew it was in the middle of campus. Anywho, I went to the Library to study and was on facebook, amazon and ebay for approximately 1 hour. Then I tried to study. After being on the mentioned above websites for another 15 minutes I decided I had "studied" enough and knew I was probably going to do horrible on my accounting test. I was sick. I couldn't think straight and I wasted my study time. So I went to take the test. Forgot to answer the last two... had to go back and retry and ended up getting a B on my test. I was pretty stoked! Since the girl sitting next to me in class this morning told me she failed it! Bad news for her, good news for me! So the rest of my day consisted of me complaining on how bad my head hurt. I knew my eyes were being strained and I needed to wear my glasses. (side note: I hate wearing my glasses. They don't fit my eyes. My eyelashes are too long and hit my glasses every time I blink and it is just super annoying. But nonetheless, my head starts to hurt, and I know I either need a diet coke... or my glasses. Sometimes both. ) I tried to find my glasses the other day, but failed. So I tried again this afternoon. Failed again. I decided I needed to rely on a higher source. Ya know, like Heavenly Father. So I did. I got down on my knees and said the most simpliest prayer. I was afraid I left them at home (aka Bellingham) and forgot to pack them. In my prayer I told him of this fear. I also told Him that I knew, HE knew and that I needed them. My head hurt so bad and I needed these glasses and asked for His help to find them. I finished my prayer and got up. I picked up my cell phone to call to see if they were at home. As it was ringing (approx. 45 seconds after finishing my prayer) I felt this strong feeling that I need to look in the box under my bed. After I started getting it out I thought to myself, hmmm why would I look here, this is weird.... oh well... I guess it won't hurt! As soon as I got the box out, I found my glasses. It was less than a minute after saying Amen. Amazing huh? Yes. Yes it is. I love getting immediate answers to prayers. Then a little while later I knew I needed a blessing, so I texted my friend and asked him if he could give me a blessing... and to bring his roommate. So they came over and gave me a blessing. How grateful I am to have the Gospel in my life. Especially the Priesthood power. I also love that I can text my guy friends and not have to worry about them being worthy or not. I know that they are. I know that they respect the Priesthood and I am so grateful for that. So, by the sounds of it, I should be better in no time. Thank goodnesss. This sickness was really starting to get annoying. Anyways, this was just a lot of random blogging, but I just want everyone to know that the sun will rise tomorrow. There is a God and that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has some amazing doctrines. And I am grateful I know of them. If you wish you did... go &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It will change your life! Ok, that is all. ... Oh remember how Accounting and I are friends now? Ya me too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3824761278110083289?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3824761278110083289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3824761278110083289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3824761278110083289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3824761278110083289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmmm-what-day.html' title='Hmmm... What a day.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6848995783295742580</id><published>2010-09-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:23:19.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Econ....</title><content type='html'>So I am taking an Macroeconomics class and this class just makes me laugh.... here is a few of the sample conversations that have been held... thus far this semester...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: So let's think of this, and use this as an example... who does the U.S. buy their weapons from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student: Tony Stark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Uh... No.... no that is completely wrong, and made up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: So if you need to dig a ditch, who do you hire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student (Male): Invest in some machinery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: No, you fire the lazy idiots you have working and hire 100 Lamanite women. They are the hardest workers ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student (Lamanite Female): Uh.... Brother Webb. I will NOT work for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: See, there is the trick... getting them to work for you! If you can do that... you can do anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6848995783295742580?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6848995783295742580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6848995783295742580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6848995783295742580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6848995783295742580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-econ.html' title='Oh Econ....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5991198943879909404</id><published>2010-09-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:37:10.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Title Here</title><content type='html'>I know I have slacked. Don't judge me. Sometimes you just need to take a break from technology. And by technology I mean blogging, youtube, facebook, etc. I kind of did that this summer. But don't worry, I am back! I check my facebook out of habit now. It is ridiculous. I will update later on how my semester is going and all of that stuff that no one really cares about. I just want everyone to know that I am alive. I am in school. And I am stressed out. But most importantly, I am happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5991198943879909404?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5991198943879909404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5991198943879909404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5991198943879909404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5991198943879909404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/09/creative-title-here.html' title='Creative Title Here'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1192905190077898327</id><published>2010-07-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:46:57.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just think before you Speak... PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my Legislative Class today and we are doing a simulation of Congress. So we were discussing a bill that was trying to be passed. It was making English the native language of the US and would make it law to know English.... This is what was said...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student 1: I think making English the native language of the US would be beneficial in a number of ways. I think everyone should know English!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student 2: Ya most people would like to know English even if they don't live in America. Maybe we need to do more to support that cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student 1: Ya! I say we pass this bill!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher (Acting as President): No way! If we pass this bill then how am I supposed to talk to the little Hispanic girls in line at Wal-Mart??? That's like my highlight of my trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Creepy McCreepster... Why do you talk to little Hispanic girls in Wal-Mart???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: I think they're cute! So I use my Spanish and talk to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student 1: *cough* Petafile! *cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student 3: I vote to investigate the President's relationships with little Hispanic girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I second that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: (Hits his forehead) I just got what you guys were saying! NO! I AM NOT A PETAFILE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha gotta love BYU-I!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1192905190077898327?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1192905190077898327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1192905190077898327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1192905190077898327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1192905190077898327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-think-before-you-speak-please.html' title='Just think before you Speak... PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5175129294098589857</id><published>2010-07-06T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:32:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's MY BLOG and I'll Cry if I want to!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So the other day I came across someone's status update that said something along the lines of... "Seriously if you are having a bad day, or you are upset don't post it on your blog... no one wants to read that!"  But seriously... it's their blog. They can put whatever the H-E-Double Hockey sticks they want! No one is forcing you to read it!!! Come on now! Anyways... that just made me angry. I wanted to comment on HER status and say... then don't read it you witch! But I didn't... I decided to write an angry blog about her instead.. hahaha I will get you! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... on to better things.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by better I mean I get to go home soon!!!! I am sooo excited! It will be semi cramped in our house... but worth it. Then come back and 2 more semesters of school!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I promise pictures soon. Not that anyone actually cares... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And also, my roommates and I bought a pool... we will show you soon... it's HUGE. And FUN! And right now is in our living room.... bahahaha. I love college! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5175129294098589857?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5175129294098589857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5175129294098589857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5175129294098589857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5175129294098589857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-blog-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s MY BLOG and I&apos;ll Cry if I want to!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3308898754265435506</id><published>2010-07-02T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:45:35.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING!!!! THIS IS A LOT OF RANDOM BLOGGING.... I AM JUST REALLY EXCITED SO SKIP DOWN TO READ HERE TO GET THE CLIFF NOTES VERSION!!!!&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 glad I am SO NOT dramatic! So I am back at BYU-Idaho. I don't hate it here, I just don't really love it. I know an education is good and I need one and blah blah blah. But I never really thought I was going to be able to finish. I first declared my major as Political Science upon returning back to this blessed University. After taking classes I was told I need to, that I really didn't. I realized I had a lot of credits... and I need to figure out a way to graduate. Ya know so I can do this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TC4qZzpYFwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JrYo_JPaRYg/s200/college-graduation-1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489371618660062978" /&gt;But upon discovering that I had so many credits, I also discovered that Political Science was a useless degree for me. I needed to do business. So just change my major to Business Management right? WRONGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!! It would have been easier to go to Mars than change my major to Business. So after weeks and weeks and weeks and countless hours trying to figure out what to do and what is possible and who to talk to and blah blah blah. I was so frustrated. Anyways, finally after hours of praying my prayers were finally answered. This blessed lady told me about this degree called University Studies. She explained that basically you make up your own degree. You choose a minor and two "clusters" (Clusters are basically like mini minors). After hearing about this degree I was determined to get this. She told me it was hard to be approved for this degree though. My dad continued to tell me that I can do whatever I want. If I want to get approved I will. So I did everything I needed to. I worked on this for hours, making sure that I could take each class during the times I needed to. I worked on it over and over and over and over and over again. I had it perfect. I knew it was perfect. I knew they would look and be amazed at how perfect I had it. I wrote my letter why I deserve to be accepted and set up my appointment to go talk to the President of the University Studies Department. I called my Dad and read him my letter before I went. I told him I was staying in this man's office until I got accepted. I had it figured out that I could graduate in 2 semesters. Although the only problem was that I needed to get accepted to FAST GRAD which allows me to go to school in the fall because that is when my "summer" is. Also... I need to register for classes on next Friday. So this all had to get done before this weekend. So... here is how it went...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK EVERYONE START READING HERE......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my meeting with the President of University Studies. I waited for him for over an hour. He read over my case and looked at my plan. After 20 minutes he said that he hadn't seen someone more perfect for this degree. He signed it and knew of my urgency. He promised that as soon as the lady got back from lunch that also needed to sign it he would have her sign and walk it straight down so my fast grad could be approved. An hour later I checked my e-mail. Both had already been sent through. Both Approved. As I was walking out of Pres. Tibbits office I turned around and shook his hand, I told him I was really grateful for everything and this was the BEST DAY EVER!!! He was suprised that by being apporved of a degree change it would make me so happy. I explained how much time and effort I have put into this. So by changing my degree and going on FAST GRAD I hopefully, if everything goes according to my well planned out plan I should graduate in April 8, 2011. That is in about 40 weeks... but who's counting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait.... This girl is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TC4wNaqsrrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/i9Q1quZB4XE/s200/054+-+Copy.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489378002866056882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell by the look on my face... I am really REALLY excited to graduate from college. (This picture was actually from when I got my flip... but whatev!) However, the next 2 semester will be incredibly challenging, but let's be honest with ourselves shall we? I work my best when under pressure. So wish me luck. Starting September 9th I will most likely be MIA and by MIA I mean hidden during homework.... See you in April:) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3308898754265435506?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3308898754265435506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3308898754265435506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3308898754265435506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3308898754265435506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-day-ever.html' title='BEST DAY EVER!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/TC4qZzpYFwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/JrYo_JPaRYg/s72-c/college-graduation-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7671617783919632604</id><published>2010-06-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:33:21.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news! I'm NOT adopted!!!!</title><content type='html'>Now, some of you might say... "Why would Michelle think she is adopted?" And my Mother would say "You're not adopted. I remember the day you were born... I was there. I was the one birthing you!!!" But, there is something about me that is different from my mother and my sister... &lt;div&gt;So, I have finally discovered why I am not like my mother or sister, who love to scrapbook and make cards and all the crappy... I mean CRAFTY stuff. It's not because I am adopted... Or because I don't want to be like them... or spend time with them. (I do like to spend time with them and I DO want to be like them!) But! I have figured out this mystery. No thanks to you, Nancy Drew! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok, I know you guys are all waiting anxiously for me to tell you why I am don't scrapbook. I don't take pictures! I have done a lot of fun things with my roommates this summer. And not once have I even taken pictures. I don't even think that my roommates know that I have a camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes sense huh? I hate taking pictures. Well, that's a lie. I like taking them, I just never remember to take my camera! So, here's the deal. I will shortly upload some pictures on here from SOMEONE'S camera and you can finally see what I have been up to... &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/6607149849221291511-7671617783919632604?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7671617783919632604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7671617783919632604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7671617783919632604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7671617783919632604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-news-im-not-adopted.html' title='Good news! I&apos;m NOT adopted!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6542092386357207332</id><published>2010-05-27T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:08:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my Charlie?</title><content type='html'>Today was bad... it was a VERY bad day! I cried more today than I have in the past year. No Bueno. Anyways, there has been a lot of heartbreak in our apartment this week. One, is getting engaged this weekend. But two had their boyfriends break up with them. So needless to say we needed some "bonding" and some fun. We thought going to see Letters to Juliet would be a good idea.... NOT! It was actually a really good movie. Just makes us all want to find our Romeo aka Charlie sooner. And if not now.. maybe find our Lorenzo later in life. Welp... I guess I am just remembering a pretty famous (ok... not really) quote I used to say, and it fully applies today. "Life sucks... then you die!" However, tomorrow is a new day.. and hopefully a better one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6542092386357207332?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6542092386357207332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6542092386357207332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6542092386357207332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6542092386357207332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-is-my-charlie.html' title='Where is my Charlie?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4947971981559897457</id><published>2010-05-25T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T03:18:44.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a MAJOR problem!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so here's the deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Naps... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Naps more than anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, not anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I REALLY LOVE naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I take them daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a good relationship going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until you add a Diet Pepsi at 10:30 pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and not just any Diet Pepsi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It HAD to be a Horkleys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's a Horkley's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44ounces of HEAVEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once that D.P. is added...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EVERYTHING is ruined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 4:30 am and I am awake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And MISERABLE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep, Sleep, Sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep, Facebook, Facebook, Sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blog, Facebook, Youtube, Facebook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You get the point... I just want to SLEEP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NEVER, NEVER again will I Nap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, that is probably a lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I KNOW it is a lie... but seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a BAD idea!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4947971981559897457?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4947971981559897457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4947971981559897457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4947971981559897457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4947971981559897457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-have-major-problem.html' title='We have a MAJOR problem!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8473868324331325959</id><published>2010-05-12T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:41:41.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Here is a little sample of my business class... Topic: The Current Recession&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: So, why do you think so many Americans already have their next paycheck spent. In other words, why are so many Americans so far into debt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male Student: Because so many people think they need to have the newest Lady Gaga Purse... or whatever. They just try so hard to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: uh... ok... how about you, Michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well Brother Nygren, I am not sure you should ask me.. I just bought the newest Lady Gaga Purse last night. I brought it online. It should be here today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Dead silence (for a really long time) Seriously? Lady Gaga has a purse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: YA! You don't have one yet? Loser! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... the whole class is silent....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No... Lady Gaga does NOT have a line of purses. I think so many Americans are in debt because credit cards are Satan. Once you get one credit card, Satan won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Exactly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8473868324331325959?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8473868324331325959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8473868324331325959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8473868324331325959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8473868324331325959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6249597690249869562</id><published>2010-05-11T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:37:38.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's what you've missed on... gLee</title><content type='html'>My newest favorite show is Glee. If you have never seen it, or maybe judging it before giving it a chance (*cough* AMANDAPECK***) then you need to watch it... go &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/glee"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to bring out your inner glee. Anyways they always start the show with the line "here's what you've missed on Glee" then they give like a thirty second recap. Sometimes I say that in my head before reviewing my day and or week. So here's what you've missed in Michelle's Life:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am unemployed STILL and apparently will still be until the Lord sees fit to change that. I am loving all of my classes but one, and I LOATH that class. I have no friends in Idaho anymore :( I wish I could move home every day but not really. The boys that go to school here are a joke. Literally, someone has to be playing a major prank.I pray someday, someone yells "GOTCHA" really loud on campus and then BOYS start acting like MEN! And I am CEO of my business class team and am with 5 other boys and they all are super nice to me all the time (probably only because I get to decide their grade) and last but not least I did homework for 8 hours straight. And today the highlight of my day was watching Glee and having the man I dream about sing Jessie's Girl. And last week they sang Total Eclipse of the Heart (my all time favorite song).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So as you can see... in all reality you haven't missed a THING in my life.. Maybe next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6249597690249869562?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6249597690249869562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6249597690249869562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6249597690249869562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6249597690249869562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/05/heres-what-youve-missed-on-glee.html' title='Here&apos;s what you&apos;ve missed on... gLee'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4057627661964645960</id><published>2010-05-07T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:38:48.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need Change</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting home alone on a Friday night I though to myself... I need change. I need to change my social life, my hair, my blog... and pretty much everything else that I possibly could change. I mean think about it... I am 23 years old. I live in a MORMON college town and I am home alone? Ridiculous right? WRONG!!! I had many offers to go out and "hang out" and "go dancing". But I am NOT all about that. I would rather stay home watch gLee or The Office on Hulu rather than hang out with 18/19 year olds. Nothing against them.. just I am not really into going out just because it's Friday night. I don't mind my life at all. Sometimes it is nice to just chillax. My week has been long and non stop I feel, so tonight is the perfect way to unwind. As for my hair... ya I need to do something.... I feel frumpy (never good) and my blog needs to be updated. I have so many pictures from Washington/ Vegas/ The Grand Canyon that needs to be put on here. I want to change the layout. But let's be honest... That is WAY too much work and I would rather study for my test that is in the morning. (Wait... did I just say I would rather study... I MUST be getting sick!!) Anyways... moral of the story. I am happy with life... even if I keep having to go through these gosh darn life tests... seriously... do they ever stop... and I hope we get to use Extra Credit in Heaven... just sayin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note here are some random things that happened today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting in my business class and talking to the guy sitting next to me when all of the sudden this other guy came running up to me and stopped right in front of my desk. We then had this conversation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guy: Can I have your number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:... uh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guy: ... uh so......... I can call... you.... to cut my hair sometime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: oh.. haha sure.. it's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guy: sweet. ok... uh will you just do it.. (hands me the phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: ok I just saved the number under Michelle Haircut Lady, call or text me whenever you need your haircut (cheesy smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guy: Perfect. I will. (walks away nervously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then turn back to the guy sitting next to me... and say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I seriously hate it when guys run up to me and ask for my number... happens all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy sitting next to me: Really???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No... but that was super awkward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: ya... imagine how awkward it will be cutting his hair... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ugggh... if it is super awkward I am charging him more!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I would too just for that conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was incredibly awkward. The guy that ran up to me and  asked for my number was semi nerdish and it's going to be so much fun cutting his hair. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... my roommate was down in Utah with her Mom (and she is engaged) and called me asking where a good lingerie store was... I don't know why she called me, but hopefully her mom doesn't think I am some kind of whore... Seriously, the things Martha thinks... haha Why would I know where a good lingerie store is???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I will post and change things around soon... but just to prepare every one's sympathy for me..... I am the only one in my apartment (out of 6 girls) that is not a teenager.... AWESOME.... NOOOTTTT!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4057627661964645960?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4057627661964645960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4057627661964645960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4057627661964645960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4057627661964645960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-change.html' title='I need Change'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-429357614091648501</id><published>2010-04-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:09:11.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>91 Years of Lifefullness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I got a phone call from my Mom telling me that my Great-Grandma (her Grandma) wasn't doing so well. And they were expecting her to pass on fairly soon. We all knew this was coming. She lived a full life, but now was in pain. Nicole and I got to see here when we went home a few weeks ago. I am so grateful for that opportunity. She got to see us one last time while on this Earth. Last night as I was talking to my Mom I was saying the typical things to her... "She won't be in pain any more" .... "We'll get to see her again"... And I know those are both true but this morning I was sitting in church, I got this feeling like Grandma was gone... check your phone. So I did. There was nothing, no missed calls, no voicemails, no text messages. I just thought again, be patient... and keep checking your phone. Sure enough next time I check. There was a missed call, a voicemail, and text message saying call home ASAP. I knew what had happened already. Tears immediately started welling up in my eyes. As we finished the closing song and prayer I jumped up and went outside to call home. I knew the words before my mom said them and as she did I feel those darn tears fell and I was sad. I will miss my Grandma. But then I remembered the things I thought as I drove back to Rexburg from Pocatello yesterday (about an hour away). Yesterday as I drove I was thinking about life and death and what our religion teaches and what I personally believe. I started crying but not out of saddness out of gratefulness. I am so grateful I knew my Great-Grandma. I knew 2 of them infact! Both were full of stories and love. I love both of them. Even though they aren't here in person I can still feel their spirit's. I was also thinking about the Spirit World and how Grandpa Lee (Mom's Dad) along with Great Grandpa McConnell are probably welcoming my Grandma and teaching her the ropes. Preparing to teach her the Gospel. I am so glad I have a knowledge and a testimony about the Gospel and how this world works. The before, during, and after life. My Grandma McConnell was a wonderful Mother, Sister, Grandmother, and friend. She always said the nicest things to us. She knew Nicole and I were different... but never could put her finger on it... Well Grandma... be prepared... you're about to figure it out! And I can't wait to help you get the ordinances done you need to be able to be with Grandpa forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a Picture of my Grandma McConnell at her 90th Birthday a few years ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S9UDuD-xm5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZV_vkaO5RXU/s320/605+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. If you have any questions about the things I talked about go &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... It's REALLY good stuff!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-429357614091648501?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/429357614091648501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=429357614091648501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/429357614091648501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/429357614091648501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/04/92-years-of-lifefullness.html' title='91 Years of Lifefullness'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S9UDuD-xm5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZV_vkaO5RXU/s72-c/605+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7809495536979623299</id><published>2010-04-09T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:48:42.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister</title><content type='html'>I just would like to say that I really love my sister. She is really cool and I wish I was cool like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7809495536979623299?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7809495536979623299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7809495536979623299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7809495536979623299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7809495536979623299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-sister.html' title='My sister'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6737061518764519907</id><published>2010-04-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:30:29.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALS WEEK: FAIL to SUCCESS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Please let me tell you how finals week is going thus far... starting with today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Woke up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;8:20 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Had a group final that started at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; and I had all the papers for it (oops!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Was running out the door texting my group apologizing asking how long I had... they said 5 minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Opened the door to go outside and realized it snowed 6 inches last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Took me 5 minutes just to scrape my car off... (uh-oh!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Got to the final 30 seconds late, and the teacher never even knew (phew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Talked to my PoliSci Teacher he told me he thought I am a "very intelligent young woman and I need to have more faith in myself" (he might be the smartest guy I know!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Gave me my paper back...Got an EXCELLENT grade on it, he also told me what was on my final for tomorrow... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Then took my math final... of course I got an A (no duh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Took my math teacher his favorite cookies and made sure that I got an A in his class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So now I just need to do the following before I can go home to WASHINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Go to class tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After classes take my Religion Final in Testing Center (blah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Take my PoliSci final in my teacher's office... (I am nervous for that..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Write a 3-5 page essay for a final in Criminology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So all in all, today, being the first day of the actual finals part... has started off a little rocky... luckily I snuck into the final without any fail. My group didn't even hate me... Then the rest of the day has been a complete success. Now to study and get good grades for the rest of my finals.... I CAN DO THIS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6737061518764519907?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6737061518764519907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6737061518764519907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6737061518764519907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6737061518764519907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/04/finals-week-fail-to-success.html' title='FINALS WEEK: FAIL to SUCCESS!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5713981235363522640</id><published>2010-03-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T09:53:50.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Ways I love my Dad!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my Dad's 50th Birthday!!!! So I decided I would write 50 things I love about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S6jxxMma7QI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hGstDwjcVgE/s1600-h/092+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S6jxxMma7QI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hGstDwjcVgE/s320/092+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451873176430243074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I Love...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His testimony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His intelligence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His willingness to serve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;His missing toe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves Nicole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He helps me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He supports me in whatever I want to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He debates stuff with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He works hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He plays hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He spoils his "girls" (Mom included)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He sacrifices for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's giving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He makes me laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He helps me find solutions to my many problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves cruises/ vacations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He takes my mom on dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He expects Nicole and I to succeed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;HE is a worthy priesthood holder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He gives us blessings when we need them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He doesn't get mad I gave him gray hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He never complains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's good at his job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He supports our family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He is happy having all daughters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He taught me about cars and tools and stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He went on Choir Tour with my High School with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He taught me how to drive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He taught me how to drive a stick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He raised Nicole and I in the Gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He went to my games when I was younger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He taught me the importance of the Gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He plays games with Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He helps my Grandparents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves Football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He uses Homer Simpson as an example of a father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He has taken me shopping for feminine hygiene products &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;And paid for them when I walked away....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He watches the same shows as I do... and has introduced me to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He ensures everyone around him is happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He'll talk to me for hours if I want/ need him to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He protects our border&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;He is the BEST DAD in the WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Dad, I love you so much and am so grateful that you are my Dad!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/6607149849221291511-5713981235363522640?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5713981235363522640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5713981235363522640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5713981235363522640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5713981235363522640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/03/50-ways-i-love-my-dad.html' title='50 Ways I love my Dad!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S6jxxMma7QI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hGstDwjcVgE/s72-c/092+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7622169367248094697</id><published>2010-03-10T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:23:55.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty IS the Best Policy!!!!</title><content type='html'>So when my teacher handed out our tests today I flipped through the pages to  see how long it was and when I got to the biggest part of the test, the  matching, all the answers were already filled in. Without even thinking I threw  the test back at him and yelled "I'm not supposed to see that!" The whole class  was silent as he debated what to do. I promised I hadn't memorized any of the  answers in the 2.3 seconds I had it in my hands. So he let me take the test like  normal. When I handed in the test at the very last second I could. (I was the last 3 out of 50 to finish the test). As I handed the test to him he said, "Thank-you for being honest. I would have never known that those answers were already on there. And I don't even know why they were..." I thought to myself "REALLY??? DANGIT!!!!" Then I thought of how clear of a conscience I had right then... worth way more than an "A" on this test. Then as I turned to go. He said "Michelle, write the word HONESTY in big letters on the top of your paper." I did as I was told even though I thought he was going crazy... he then said these sweet, sweet words to me "I'm giving you extra credit for being honest. It's the LEAST I can do." Thank you Brother Whiting! You are a crazy man sometimes that can be convinced to make our homework load as light as possible, but you are a just and fair man. Thank-you!!! With all the extra credit I am getting on this test, I should get a fairly good grade :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7622169367248094697?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7622169367248094697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7622169367248094697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7622169367248094697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7622169367248094697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/03/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Honesty IS the Best Policy!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4899153460451609969</id><published>2010-03-09T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:26:39.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember how...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I have been really cranky lately and I just want everyone to leave me alone... except for when I want to play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I am almost done with my 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Semester at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-Idaho and I want to kick everyone of my teachers.. minus Brother Gardner (he's awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how one of my teachers told me to go back to Beauty School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I told that teacher that I WOULD accomplish my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how Buddha's getting married in less than a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how all I want to do is see my sister and have her give me a hug... and a free rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how tax returns saved my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I still don't have a job....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I can't wait to see my parents.... I wish April 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; was tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how my parents are really good to me... and I don't deserve them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I failed my New Testament Test today and spent an hour and a half on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I got a flip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; for my birthday and used it everyday for a month then now I barely have time to shower and haven't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;vlogged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; for 4 days in a row.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I am avoiding studying for my test by updating my blog because nothing new is happening on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how all I can think about is going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bellingham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;/ Vegas for my break and I wish it was here tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how I "THINK" I am only going to take a carry on with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how we ALL know that ISN'T going to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Remember how this made a lot of my stress go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Back to studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4899153460451609969?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4899153460451609969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4899153460451609969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4899153460451609969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4899153460451609969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-how.html' title='Remember how...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5922818980413830685</id><published>2010-02-21T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:58:26.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming in a stream of ......Compliments?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this weekend has definitely been interesting. I got a call on Friday during my math class from our apartment management telling me that our hot water heater went out... AGAIN.. and this time for good. They are ordering us a new one and they are REALLLLYYY sorry... blah blah blah. So how long am I gonna be without water? The ladies' voice changed real quick and was told me the following... "Well, that's the thing, it's not only your water this time, it's your heat too. BUT we are ordering you a new one... and it will be here in about 8-10 business days." In my head since I was in my math class I was quick on my feet figuring how MISERABLE we would be in the middle of the artic here in Rexburg!! Anyways, she then told me they would be putting us up here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.booked.net/data/Photos/SmallPhoto2/61/6112/6112518.JPEG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, it's the newest hotel in Rexburg, I am down!! SO... Friday night was a lot of running around trying to get everything figured out... But we are settled in and enjoying the free continential breakfast, hot tub/ swimming pool and maid service! :) So this is my home sweet home until the end of the week... possible longer. Hopefully we can get back home sooner rather than later. Next, Church.... Today as I walked out of Relief Society we walked out to all of the Priesthood brethren standing with stupid smiles on their faces like someone just paid them 10 bucks to smile. My friend and I walked up to one of them to discuss tomorrow's FHE plans and they started all this nonsense of compliments. My dress, my hair, my boots, my make-up.. the list goes on. At first I was like... well, duh! (just kidding!!!!) At first I was like, hmmm these boys want something... should I tell them now or later I can't cook for them for at LEAST a week... I decided to wait for a few more compliments before breaking the bad news to them. They told us they didn't want anything from us.. we decided to walk away asap and take the compliments and RUN!!!! I turned around and literally ran into Duke (not his real name but he was wearing a duke sweatshirt the first time I met him and can not ever remember his real name... so he answers to Duke) Duke immediately appologized and then told me how beautiful I looked today. He started with my dress (wow, wow, wow... started complimenting my dress... what were you thinking....) and I told them I had already herd that one a few times today... he kept trying to find something that hadn't been complimented.. apparently all that was left was my rings. He told me I had pretty fingers and my rings made my hands sparkle.... I laughed thanked Duke and walked away. Then I headed for my meeting and heard the whistle. (You know the one I am talking about, people do "the whistle" when they like what they see...) I of course didn't turn my head as there were about 4,654 people in the foyer. I kept walking. Got over to my meeting turned around and just as I turned around I heard the whistle AGAIN. I made eye contact with a boy from my ward and his jaw was dropped. He motioned for me to go see him so I went over there getting more compliments on the way. I got over to him (I call this one Redhot.... for obvious reasons) and he told me he whistled at me TWICE and it was very rude that I didn't respond. I told him usually the whistle isn't for me... so I don't even turn my head any more... this upset him and he restated EVERY compliment you could give a girl.... Duke came over and joined. I may have felt a little awkward but it was definitely appreciated. So after letting them go on for a few minutes I asked them why all of the sudden all these "Priesthood Brethren" were all of the sudden so nice and complimenting us so much. Redhot tried to say it was him and he told them all we need to appreciate the beautiful women of the ward more... Right..... Duke however just laughed, shook his head, and said the Bishop commanded us to compliment daughters of God more... A LOT more! Bahaha. Go Bishop!!! Hopefully it doesn't stop. I wouldn't mind swimming through a stream of compliments every Sunday... Just keep swimmin' Just keep Swimmin'&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/6607149849221291511-5922818980413830685?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5922818980413830685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5922818980413830685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5922818980413830685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5922818980413830685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/02/swimming-in-stream-of-compliments.html' title='Swimming in a stream of ......Compliments?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4407932139984037943</id><published>2010-02-16T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:48:23.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog to Vlog all because of one Birthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if anyone has noticed... I have been MIA... or have I? In reality I haven't been. I have been going to school, lookin for a job... and ya know Vloggin'. What is Vloggin you may ask.. Well it's like bloggin only the "B" is changed to a "V" because you use a Video. (Get it!?! Clever huh!) And I got this handy dandy little video recorder called a flip for my birthday......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tvqsPsfxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/e6iEOpD2Jt8/s1600-h/Flip_Mino_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tvqsPsfxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/e6iEOpD2Jt8/s200/Flip_Mino_black.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439063754202185490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am pretty excited!!! I love this little guy so much! He brings happiness to my heart. Although.. trying to edit his video brings me much frustration. However the happiness is much greater than the frustration so it all works out. My roommates and I have started a Vlog on youtube of our daily lives. Mostly it is us being stupid, but we enjoy doing it. So if you would like to stay up to date on my life and see what I do on a daily occurance go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mchapin87"&gt;www.youtube.com/mchapin87&lt;/a&gt; and you can subscribe to my channel. Comments and rating the videos are always appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noooowww.... onto the Greatest Day in February... MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who came up and visited me for my Birthday, Chyla!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tyR_jUczI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RoUi7OMJouE/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We may have been apart for a few months, but it's like we were never apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tyRWGZCYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jhWStizcudA/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lucky to have 2 of my Best Friends from High School come with and share my special day with me!!! Love you Bonnie &amp;amp; Chyla!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tyQhVt0uI/AAAAAAAAAcA/948RBrUH91U/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And who could forget my other Best Friend... Buddha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is much too pretty to take pictures next to... remind me next time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tyRF7GLZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/R1HkNmI5ypY/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And little Lucy Lu! Bonnie and Tyler's lil girl! She is sooooo cute! Bonnie taught her how to say "Happy Birthday Aunt Shell" It made my day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tySC-WrmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nJ4Tha3WsFk/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all it was an amazing birthday. I am so grateful to my parents and my sister for always thinking of me and putting me first! Thank you for the packages, cards, texts, facebook comments and everything else!!! I am so blessed and feel so loved!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4407932139984037943?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4407932139984037943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4407932139984037943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4407932139984037943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4407932139984037943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-to-vlog-all-because-of-one.html' title='Blog to Vlog all because of one Birthday....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S3tvqsPsfxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/e6iEOpD2Jt8/s72-c/Flip_Mino_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-504372318280268943</id><published>2010-01-20T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:04:55.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank-You TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!</title><content type='html'>This morning at 10:15 am I had 2 quizzes one class. Yes, my teacher tries to kill me at least once a week. The first quiz was on the Amendments, and it was matching. We had to match the phrase to the Amendment number. If you haven't read over the Constitution late&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S1d94s6dq2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ghYwOCEgF0g/s320/taylor+swift.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428946288900942690" /&gt;ly or even the Amendments, let me tell you... they aren't short!! So I should have been studying for the last week for this quiz... did I? Heck no!!! I started at 1am last night. Ooops! I just had no desire to memorize the Constitution. Knowing which Amendment is which is semi important in the life of a Political Science Major. But ugh! Doing it is different. So I decided to do flash cards (yes, like in 3rd Grade!). I wrote them all out and called it a night. Woke up this morning to start/ finish my reading for the second quiz. I finished in enough time to drive to school and sit in my car for 10 minutes memorizing 27 Amendments. I was getting desperate. I couldn't remember a few random ones.. like the 15th Amendment.. which has to do with the Right to Vote.... So I finally came up with this little phrase.... "Fifteen by Taylor Swift is what I would vote for!" It doesn't really make sense, but if the song Fifteen was up against another song on the radio, I would probably vote for Fifteen. And it totally worked!!! It came down to 3 I wasn't sure about. I reread them and reread them, then all of the sudden I saw the 15th Amendment phrase "right to vote" I thought "I would vote for Fifteen by Taylor Swift!!!!" And the other 2 just feel right into place!!! I don't know how I did it, but I had stupid phrases like that for all 27 Amendments... and I got 100%. I even amaze myself sometimes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-504372318280268943?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/504372318280268943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=504372318280268943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/504372318280268943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/504372318280268943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-taylor-swift.html' title='Thank-You TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/S1d94s6dq2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ghYwOCEgF0g/s72-c/taylor+swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8442690265184823676</id><published>2010-01-11T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:27:04.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so blessed?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else ever ponder this question in their daily life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today I have probably thought this question around 18 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am so blessed. I have such amazing support all around me. My family is absolutely so amazing and supportive of me. No matter the crazy decisions I decide. They love me and are there for me. No. Matter. WHAT! Friends are the same exact way. They love me and are there for me. I mean, who can say they had a friend help them put their pants on when they hurt their knee? Or had a friend sleep with them because they are scared to sleep alone at night? Or had a friend tell them the exact thing they needed to hear to decide the Church is true. Or have a friend that is the best example to them of Christ.... basically I could go on and on about how amazing my friends and family are to me. And how they are each in my life for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so basically if you can't tell my attitude from my last blog is completely different. I am happy. I love ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe like... life right now. I dropped a class and I couldn't be happier. School is going well and I don't feel so overwhelmed now. So that is dandy and swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Welp&lt;/span&gt;, all in all. I am happy. I am blessed. Sometimes I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nephi&lt;/span&gt;... ya know... born of goodly parents. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; thank-you each and everyone of you for having an impact on my life. I hope you all are having a fabulous week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8442690265184823676?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8442690265184823676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8442690265184823676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8442690265184823676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8442690265184823676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-am-i-so-blessed.html' title='Why am I so blessed?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5421609268416046731</id><published>2010-01-06T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:18:30.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Hell Freezes over....</title><content type='html'>Well, Guess what... Hell froze over... and I am STUCK IN IT!!!!!!!!!! Who in their right mind would let me decide to move back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt; in the MIDDLE. OF. WINTER????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you all hate ME???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better yet, HOW DID I FORGET???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I bitter? I don't know, I can't feel anything because I am COMPLETELY FROZEN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, you get the point. Uh, yes.. It is FREAKING cold here!!! It hurts me to walk outside for more than 30 seconds. Thank goodness for Drew. He keeps me nice and warm. And luckily all my classes except for one are all in the same building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of classes..... Yeah... that is a WHOLE different story. I am taking 18 credits, which is a pretty full load. (Full time is 12... so you get the point.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I am taking 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goverenmental&lt;/span&gt; type of classes, a math class and my religion class is the New Testament. And 5 out of the 6 classes I am taking are in class discussion type. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE DISCUSSIONS!!! However, that means you need to do the learning from the book.... and I HATE BOOKS!!! So I will probably have 5-6 hours of homework a night... Wait, a night? YES. A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NNIIGGGHHHTTT&lt;/span&gt;! SICK! Am I complaining a lot? Yes. I am aware of that. However, I am not used to doing homework. I don't think I really did it a lot before.... Honestly. I think most of the time I just pretending to do the reading and they were just generals... so I could just guess and be correct on the quizzes/ tests. But now, I am doing my degree and am in upper level classes. No more slacking. I want good grades, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uggghhh&lt;/span&gt; it's so much work! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that is just a ridiculous statement. I realize that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I am done. I am sorry. I just needed to vent and had no one to talk to... So let's talk about something more happy shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I am reunited with one of my best friends, Buddha (aka Melissa) and I couldn't be more happier. We have pretty much been together since I picked her up from the Idaho falls airport. Today we rode together to school. We had lunch together. Then she dropped me off for my last class. Picked me up and then I took her to her last class then picked her up. She is so wonderful and I am so grateful for the time we are spending together. She thinks I am here for her, which I plan on being there for her however I can, but seriously she is helping me so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe I should show you guys some pictures of my room? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... I am living in a town house. So our bedrooms are downstairs. I LOVE our apartment. It is SO big!!!  And I just took pictures of my room and now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is being lame so I can't upload pictures... I'll try again tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, if I drop out of college, please still love me.... I seriously don't remember college being this hard. Oh! Or... If you really want me to stay in school and get a 4.0 all YOU need to do is support me so I don't need to get a job. Deal? Deal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5421609268416046731?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5421609268416046731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5421609268416046731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5421609268416046731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5421609268416046731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-hell-freezes-over.html' title='When Hell Freezes over....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8285199554191722084</id><published>2009-12-14T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:26:33.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out....</title><content type='html'>So when I stress out all I need is some good Jib Jab to get me out of it.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/K9IzLlCPonMPz1gS?cmpid=ey_fb_self"&gt;http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/K9IzLlCPonMPz1gS?cmpid=ey_fb_self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="'background-color:#e9e9e9;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="'background-color:#e9e9e9;"&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/6607149849221291511-8285199554191722084?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8285199554191722084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8285199554191722084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8285199554191722084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8285199554191722084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed out....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8234415295729371213</id><published>2009-12-07T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:57:21.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Double Time... And that is HARD with ADD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately my brain has been moving at a million thoughts per second which makes it hard to blog. Plus I feel like I can't blog without putting pictures up and since I can't find my camera... well you get the point. I have about 189237489 excuses. So let's just get to my random thoughts in my head... shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put my 2 weeks in today at work! Bitter sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my job but this is a good move for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's freezing outside... and inside.... My hands can barely type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am extremely excited for the new Vancouver Temple. I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is passing me by... I will be 23 in less than 2 months... yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my old Friends (i.e. Kristin May Booth, Alex James, Chyla, Bonnie, Kendra,etc!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVERYONE IS MARRIED WITH KIDS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if I am not smart enough to graduate from College? Will people shun me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I going to be able to find work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who keeps messing up my room... seriously guys! This is NOT funny! I just cleaned it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vegas for Christmas.... YAY for family time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am team Kate (J&amp;amp;K+8) Jon's a jerk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did my EC forget about me? Just wondering....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw New Moon WAY too many times... on the first day.... uh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But secretly want to see it again..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does Amanda put up with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to adopt a child within 10 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firefighters are just better looking than normal men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I do really stupid things... and think I should be a blonde... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My face is breaking out because I am stressed... about what you might ask... good question... I don't know! I just feel stressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to get my cosmetology liscensed transferred to Idaho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister is amazing... I miss her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad on drugs is no fun (drugs = painkillers fyi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am turning into an old person... I am in my pj's by 6pm... I guess it runs in the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it really almost 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you don't think 2012 is going to be the end of the world do you? I don't... at least I hope not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, seriously all of those thoughts came to me in uh 1 minute! My brain has just been spinning lately. Going a million thoughts per second it feels like. And that is more than normal for my ADD brain. Anywho.. that is why I haven't blogged lately. My brain can barely concentrate on one thing. Let alone blogging about something useful.. ha! That is just out of the question... well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope everyone is staying nice and warm and is enjoying this Holiday Season. I hope you guys all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8234415295729371213?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8234415295729371213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8234415295729371213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8234415295729371213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8234415295729371213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/12/working-double-time-and-that-is-hard.html' title='Working Double Time... And that is HARD with ADD!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2197990396756368966</id><published>2009-11-19T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:25:56.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it January yet???</title><content type='html'>Ok, so a lot has happened in my life since the last time I blogged. NOT! Rem&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZC18elZDI/AAAAAAAAAag/CZSo1Y_46SY/s1600/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406081897239766066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZC18elZDI/AAAAAAAAAag/CZSo1Y_46SY/s200/glee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ember how I don't have a life and all I do is work and watch Heroes (Thanks Bonnie and Tyler!) / Amazing Race/ Survivor/ The Office/ Vampire Diaries/ GLEE!!! YA I know. I don't have a life! It is pretty embarrassi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZC8W-OwYI/AAAAAAAAAao/o3VGVpBYGxQ/s1600/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406082007431037314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZC8W-OwYI/AAAAAAAAAao/o3VGVpBYGxQ/s200/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng how many shows I watch. Wow. Before I moved home in June I didn't even watch TV at all..... hmmm.... what a waste of my time... oh well! It is quite entertaining and I only get to do it until I go back to school in January. So might as well &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZEDykhbCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZNpNMOkeRO4/s1600/the-vampire-diaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406083234610113570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZEDykhbCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZNpNMOkeRO4/s200/the-vampire-diaries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoy it right? In other news I just watched the Thursday night line up which consist of 3 of them.. First, Survivor. If you aren't watching this season you are missing out! It is absolutely ridiculous how Russell started out the season no one liked him (*Minus Scott Peck, of course!) and now, I love him. I don't want him to win, but I hope he keeps it up! Next, The Office... I hope DMI stocks go up soon... This show makes me laugh so hard! Especially Dwight! And finally... Vampire Diaries. I almost like Vampire Diaries more than Twilight (ONLY THE MOVIE!!!) because of one thing. The actors are like 654,245,977,246 times better than Bella. End of discussion. And I said I almost like it better than Twilight the movie. ALMOST! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also.... I went to visit Tyler and Bonnie and Lucy Haas a few weeks ago (wow.... I am a SLACK-ERRR). I shall be posting about that soon. We had an amazing time and it was definitely needed... on both ends. I loved spending time with one of my best friends, Bonnie. We picked up right where we left off... amazing. And it was good to get to know Tyler better. He is such a funny guy! And my little Lucy... she is the most precious little girl. I love her with all of my heart. And she LOVES me.... and that makes me happy. Pictures/ videos to come of my trip and all the tricks I taught her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, on to more important topics.... Lately when I wake up all I think is "Is it January yet??" for several reasons. One, I am eager to get back into school. Three, I am excited to have a social life... and see my Buddha!!! Seven, because I am or was incredibly sick of issues that were arising about me being "a mormon". So, here is my response to anyone and everyone that has an issue about Mormonism. (Basically a long ranting from me... don't feel like you have to read, it might not even make sense....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear the stuck-up "Mormon Hater",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I consider myself lucky to be a member of the only true church on this Earth! Do I think I am better than you? No. Actually I think we are equal. But I am blessed to know already. To know why I am on this Earth and what is to come of us after we finish our stay on this Earth. Do I judge you because of your choices. Whether you drink, smoke, lie, steal, cheat, kill, are gay? Nope. I love you just the same. Maybe if you kill someone I might be a little weary around you. But I would never judge you. That's not my place. I don't like to judge because I don't want that sin of what I am judging you on me.... I sin enough as it is. I don't need other people's sins. However, if you have had bad experiences with "Mormons" I am truly sorry. I hope you can see from my example not all "Mormons" are bad people. Most of them are the nicest people you will ever meet in your life. But here is something someone once told me when a "Mormon" wronged me "The religion is true, the people aren't". Get it? Just because some "Mormon(s)" wronged you doesn't mean that everyone is bad. You liked me just fine until you found out I was LDS. That isn't right. Just because you don't agree with my religion doesn't give you a right to be rude to me. I never shove my religion down any one's throat. I prefer just to be an example to everyone around me...And believe me, I could be that type that shoves everything down your throat. I know everything that I believe is true without a shadow of a doubt. I couldn't always say this, but now I can. I know what I believe and I know what I stand for. I know that there is a plan for each one of us and that we are all loved by our Heavenly Father. And I try to be like my Savior, Jes&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZDlCVLeJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7K4wz2O69So/s1600/san_diego_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406082706264782994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZDlCVLeJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/7K4wz2O69So/s200/san_diego_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us Christ and be an example of Him and that is how I choose to show my testimony. And when people notice that I am different. They come to me and ask me questions I have the answers and am ready to share. So to you my friend, if you could just please respect me and my beliefs I think we should be able to live in harmony. And I know someday you will realize that I wasn't so crazy after all and my crazy "mormon underwear" and "temples" and "sacredness" is all very important in the Lord's plan. And very special to me. I hope your heart will be soften someday so you can enjoy the same happiness I enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sister in Zion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Thanks for making me so excited to go back to BYU-Idaho and be around all those mormons! :)&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/6607149849221291511-2197990396756368966?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2197990396756368966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2197990396756368966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2197990396756368966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2197990396756368966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-january-yet.html' title='Is it January yet???'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SwZC18elZDI/AAAAAAAAAag/CZSo1Y_46SY/s72-c/glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4908391084540916663</id><published>2009-11-07T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:14:54.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Bonnie and I came back from having girls day. Tyler, Lucy and I have the following conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: "Lucy, did you show Aunt Michelle your art work?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Lucy, did you do some art today? Did you color?&lt;br /&gt;Lucy: (Smiles... with a few giggles)&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: "Yes she did... all over your book...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh nooooo... that isn't my book!"&lt;br /&gt;Tyler: "ooops"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4908391084540916663?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4908391084540916663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4908391084540916663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4908391084540916663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4908391084540916663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote.html' title='Quote....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-9175180246451556907</id><published>2009-11-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:07:56.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooooo... the tittle wasn't very creative. Because honestly. I am soooo worn out. I don't even care. Remember how I bought a car on Thursday... Well today I was just on facebook minding my own business. IMing my friend, Rusty and all of the sudden I hear the *pop* and then my screen goes blank and the whole computer shuts down and I smell smoke.... I tried to revive it. But after a good 20 minutes.. there was no luck. He's gone.... He was good that whole year and a half I had him... (*TEARS*) (not just one tear. many will be shed over him...) So here lies my not so old laptop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400150436214408018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SvEwNeQ7A1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/SGLCmRHlRq4/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest in Peace, little buddy! I knew you did the best you could!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, with every death there has to be a birth... right?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome the new man into my life....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400150444072723122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SvEwN7ifYrI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ksuqG9eCZ7g/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's amazing! He even has the new Windows 7.... which I will admit... is kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hate Vista. Ya I know. I am pretty much the only one...&lt;br /&gt;But Windows 7 is fast... or maybe it's the brand new computer....&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will have better luck with this one.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto a different note... Halloween was last week! Ready for some REDNECK RAYMEEE!!!! (That is pretty scary in and of it's self....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400152196884417842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SvExz9RXTTI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QQ0uxnhIAVY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;See... I told you it was scary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, that is my dad... the one in the mullet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh... btw(by the way) this was for our Ward Trunk or Treat on Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided to decorate a corner of the church yard instead of just a trunk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did a redneck campsite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hence the McD's ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are creative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we know! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400152207391628706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SvEx0kaenaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jJA-PEXTf5w/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;And the dutch oven over the "fire" was were the candy was....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was definitely the goodest lookin' trunk there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-9175180246451556907?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/9175180246451556907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=9175180246451556907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/9175180246451556907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/9175180246451556907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/11/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SvEwNeQ7A1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/SGLCmRHlRq4/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7530403074845870927</id><published>2009-10-30T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:31:15.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote....</title><content type='html'>"Don't worry, I was a boy scout..... My mind is a compass!" - Couple's Retreat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Side Note: Couple's retreat was NOT a good movie. It had a lot of dirtyness in it and wasn't very funny. There were like 3 times I laughed. And twice was the same thing just at different parts of the movie.... wait till you can redbox it if you really want to see it. So you only waste a dollar instead of ten...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7530403074845870927?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7530403074845870927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7530403074845870927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7530403074845870927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7530403074845870927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote.html' title='Quote....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-533722605408300250</id><published>2009-10-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:37:19.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Drew.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's my new car....&lt;br /&gt;Well SUV technically!&lt;br /&gt;I love him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He's a 2002 Buick Rendezous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Get why his name is Drew?? My sister, Nicole is creative huh?!)&lt;br /&gt;See.....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc_CmYG0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/6EtshmOn2uE/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229953187148738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SupdipeX88I/AAAAAAAAAZg/d_msrbtdUcE/s400/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't He Cute???&lt;br /&gt;Also... He comes FULLY LOADED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even has a ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc-uIIrGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fSQODOnZPLw/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229335960759394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc-uIIrGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fSQODOnZPLw/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YEP!!! Sunroof!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Leather Seats... which heat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc-QOd4bI/AAAAAAAAAZI/v6nWJn0W2aI/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229327934251442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc-QOd4bI/AAAAAAAAAZI/v6nWJn0W2aI/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course he has a CD player and all that jazzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;And here is the back seat...&lt;br /&gt;and I got a $8,000 umbrella too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc-IDSiOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9qMfsmiYV-w/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229325739886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc-IDSiOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9qMfsmiYV-w/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The steering Wheel... with all those buttons...&lt;br /&gt;to play with...&lt;br /&gt;Only in Park of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc9pDSJ_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/mZeMM1sIv6o/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229317418362866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Supc9pDSJ_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/mZeMM1sIv6o/s320/DSC00616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is my very first car that I bought all by myself!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a big girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-533722605408300250?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/533722605408300250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=533722605408300250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/533722605408300250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/533722605408300250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-drew.html' title='Meet Drew.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SupdipeX88I/AAAAAAAAAZg/d_msrbtdUcE/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5203943868909091218</id><published>2009-10-24T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:09:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, love, love, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1545148137" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=44974784001&amp;playerId=1545148137&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="326" height="292" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5203943868909091218?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5203943868909091218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5203943868909091218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5203943868909091218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5203943868909091218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-love-love-love.html' title='Love, love, love, love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2559805722323857326</id><published>2009-10-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:26:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad is Cooler than your Dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/St62tBdY8YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gL4VDvzIiXk/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394950288238506370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/St62tBdY8YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gL4VDvzIiXk/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my Dad. He is the WORLDS BEST DAD!!! I am pretty sure he deserves a major award for&lt;br /&gt;having me as a daughter. He is wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better Dad. Here is why my Dad is so amazing.. Just from things he did today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He went to Costco just to buy me tampons (by himself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He planned his day around bringing me lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stopped everything he was doing just to meet me at the bank to talk to the loan officer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He carried my beauty supply bag out to the car for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He lets me drive around his truck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He cleaned MY bathroom for me so my Mom wouldn't be angry... including picking up my make-up and hair stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He helped me (and still is helping me) find a car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always makes me laugh... even after yelling at him and telling him I am PMSing and to leave me alone....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad has a billion things he could do everyday, and today he was especially busy. But he still takes time to make sure I am happy. Thanks Dad. I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2559805722323857326?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2559805722323857326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2559805722323857326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2559805722323857326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2559805722323857326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dad-is-cooler-than-your-dad.html' title='My Dad is Cooler than your Dad...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/St62tBdY8YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gL4VDvzIiXk/s72-c/IMG_1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7844082231638232501</id><published>2009-10-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:40:18.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-ohhhhh</title><content type='html'>I think I am already getting stressed about school. This is NOT a good thing. I was going over my graduation report. Trying to plan when I will take what classes. When I got down to a few upper level classes and had to SOUND OUT THE NAME of the class!!! Oh my gosh! Hooked on foniks workeded four me... yep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7844082231638232501?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7844082231638232501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7844082231638232501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7844082231638232501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7844082231638232501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/uh-ohhhhh.html' title='Uh-ohhhhh'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8072441559958543245</id><published>2009-10-10T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:22:07.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming and Pretty Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the main reason I wanted to go to beauty school is to do up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; and make-up for homecoming/ prom/ special occasions for the girls that don't know how to do their own hair and make-up, or maybe the girls that do and just like to be pampered (wow... longest run on sentence ever..) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;! So tonight was homecoming for Meridian and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ferndale&lt;/span&gt;. I did my cousin Alli's hair (didn't get any pictures of her...) and make-up. She looked beautiful! I also did Hannah and Heidi Hoyt's hair.... and make-up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391220320998046594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF2UWr0u4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/j07CS-otWO0/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love these girls... they make me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy! Even though they call me Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chapin&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391219469031237170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF1iw3G5jI/AAAAAAAAAXw/X4cV-GalQSk/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;puurrtty&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391219456389014914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF1iBw95YI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2EXu19Hu73Y/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heidi won Homecoming Princess for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sophmore&lt;/span&gt; class! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heid&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391219479979843906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF1jZpdYUI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0pkBH63y9Tk/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also, since I took pictures of these cute girls that means I found my camera! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; basically it means I cleaned my room) So here are some pictures from Wicked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391220330638914146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF2U6mYsmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9BQyP4u2bT8/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Mommy, Daddy and me....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391219501078621058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF1koPzK4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/uvXiE7BRhBw/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was bored on the way to Seattle and TRIED to be creative... with no success....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391219486185353826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF1jww98mI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Lp09fn35zww/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Mom's luck... sit behind world's tallest man....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391220352126625010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF2WKpdJPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/eReO6_01gq8/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the back drop.... It's a map of Oz (No duh!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391220337862111730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF2VVgh8fI/AAAAAAAAAYg/45rB__Y-tKw/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That is all :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8072441559958543245?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8072441559958543245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8072441559958543245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8072441559958543245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8072441559958543245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming-and-pretty-girls.html' title='Homecoming and Pretty Girls'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StF2UWr0u4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/j07CS-otWO0/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4626512927596529361</id><published>2009-10-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:14:51.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love to See the Temple....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StA0QD0rgyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_HuTn0zvaAQ/s1600-h/Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390866204471296802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StA0QD0rgyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_HuTn0zvaAQ/s320/Temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I'm going there Someday...&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/6607149849221291511-4626512927596529361?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4626512927596529361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4626512927596529361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4626512927596529361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4626512927596529361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I Love to See the Temple....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/StA0QD0rgyI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_HuTn0zvaAQ/s72-c/Temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-626812182264893958</id><published>2009-10-09T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:51:39.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life,</title><content type='html'>I love you! I couldn't be any happier (well maybe if my car was bought...)! I think you are ridiculous though... sometimes you just think you are sooo funny! I actually agree. You are pretty funny. Looking back on the last 2 years I just laugh now (cuz I couldn't then) and now I think... When I left Rexburg and BYU-I I thought and said "I'm done with you and am NEVER coming back!" Never say never... right? Right! Well, it's official... We are going back. Back to BYU-I! And I couldn't be happier! (??WHAT!??) But it's true. School starts January 5th. We are gonna have a blast! Living with Buddha (aka Melissa). How fun! I seriously can't wait! Political Science and Business will be our time fillers (aka majors). That I am not too excited about (ya know.. the school part!). I think it will be a good move for us. But, I just have one favor... could you stop making me eat my words. I promise to be more open to things. But I am glad that you are FINALLY falling into place! I haven't been this happy since.... well in a very long time! So.. thank-you, Life. For making me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-626812182264893958?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/626812182264893958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=626812182264893958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/626812182264893958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/626812182264893958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-life.html' title='Dear Life,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1802372996194802609</id><published>2009-10-08T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:26:10.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty...</title><content type='html'>I love this new commercial for Dove and Wal-Mart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FowHP01j-Oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FowHP01j-Oo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it because I think sometimes people get caught up in beauty as a size 00 long blonde hair.... However I think that beauty comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes and colors and ways. No matter what color your hair is, what size your waist is, if your eyes are big or small. No matter what you don't like about your self, your insecurities are what sets you apart from everyone else. I have always said (kind of as a joke) that I don't hang out or associate with ugly people. As rude as this statement can be taken. It IS true. I think that all of my friends/ family members are beautiful. For their own individual reasons. I was always made fun of my looks while I was in school. And people have said things here and there about my looks.. Now that I am 22 years old I have finally come to the realization that we are all beautiful and amzing in our own ways. So, I am glad that Dove/ Wal-Mart are trying to show the world that we are all beautiful in our own ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1802372996194802609?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1802372996194802609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1802372996194802609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1802372996194802609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1802372996194802609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty.html' title='Beauty...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6038751221606493734</id><published>2009-10-03T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:16:16.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKEDly Awesome</title><content type='html'>On Thursday night my parents and I had the opportunity to go down to Seattle and watch the Broadway show Wicked. It was amazing! I loved it. We had pretty good seats too so that was exciting. If you don't know what Wicked is about (really none of us did) it is about the Witches from the Wizard of Oz. It tells how Glenda (with a "Ga") became the "Good Witch" and how the wicked witch "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alphie&lt;/span&gt;" became the Wicked Witch. It also shows how the Lion, Scarecrow and the Tin man all came to be. The play was not only entertaining but also funny! I really enjoyed it. It was wicked-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I figured since I am already talking about "Wicked"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ly&lt;/span&gt; awesome things... (Get it?) I should mention another thing that has brightened up my day recently. For instance.... I bought a black laptop bag/ purse. I found this sweet deal and the one and only K-Mart. I saw it and thought "Oh that's cute... I wish it was like $2.99 though". Sure enough. Look down at the price and it was $2.99. So then I went around saying "I wish this was $.50" I guess I got a little greedy. Oh well, I will take what I can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love things that make me happy especially when they are wickedly awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;**Please note, I could NOT find my camera and have been saving this post for a few days. As soon as I find my camera I will post pictures. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6038751221606493734?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6038751221606493734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6038751221606493734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6038751221606493734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6038751221606493734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/10/wickedly-awesome.html' title='WICKEDly Awesome'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2219043462707481874</id><published>2009-09-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:44:05.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No news is good new... Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, someone told me the other day you can tell I am a new hairstylist because all I think of is hair... I responded with "Oh good, that goes away?" It is true.. I do think of hair a lot, it is mostly annoying, sometimes it keeps the A.D.D. in me entertained. So basically I have just been working. I had to work 10 days in a row and then next Wednesday-Friday I get &lt;a href="http://hotlineoncall.nationaljournal.com/stacks%20of%20money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://hotlineoncall.nationaljournal.com/stacks%20of%20money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;off! Yahooo. And in the middle of those days (aka Thursday) we (aka Mom, Dad, and me) will be going to see Wicked. I am incredibly excited. Not much has been going on in my life, except shopping this week. I got some killer deals from Old Navy (thanks to Amanda!) We got over $180 clothes for $65 or something like that. Then I went and got some shirts for my friend Kendra who is expecting a boy. I got him 3 shirts from GAP for $8. All way cute shirts. I am a bargin shopper lately! Except for the fact that I still am not saving as much money as I could. When I first moved home I was a lot worse at saving money than I am now, but could still use some advice on saving money... What works for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2219043462707481874?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2219043462707481874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2219043462707481874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2219043462707481874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2219043462707481874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-news-is-good-new-right.html' title='No news is good new... Right?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8993108823321332397</id><published>2009-09-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:44:49.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear "Big, Bold, and Beautiful Girl",</title><content type='html'>I heart you! Thank you for calling yourself a "Big, Bold, and Beautiful Girl"! I totally agree. You are! You reminded me today why I decided to go into the beauty industry. I am so glad you decided to come in tonight and trust someone who actually knows how to cut hair. I wish you the best of luck on your new adventures. Also, you made my week by talking about the show "Tool Academy" with me... especially the part where you yelled "Those boys are such DOUCHE BAGS!" And everyone in the salon turned and looked at us... that was definitely priceless. And something I probably would have done! I love when I have people like you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reminding me why I do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hairz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;Your NEW Stylist,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for the tip! You should teach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whatcom&lt;/span&gt; County what the word "TIP" means ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8993108823321332397?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8993108823321332397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8993108823321332397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8993108823321332397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8993108823321332397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-big-bold-and-beautiful-girl.html' title='Dear &quot;Big, Bold, and Beautiful Girl&quot;,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8406262505733127022</id><published>2009-09-16T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:01:21.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>"Every choice you've made in the past has helped create the wonderful person you are, so be proud of the lessons you've learned. Show that pride by sticking to your guns and living up to the reputation you've created. People always rely on you to do the right thing, and that's an incredibly valuable (and flattering) position to be in. Don't dilute your point of view to appease other, more powerful people. They'll respect you all the more for being true to yourself -- and that's the goal. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my horoscope for today... and possibly my new motto for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8406262505733127022?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8406262505733127022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8406262505733127022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8406262505733127022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8406262505733127022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8361958369333836488</id><published>2009-09-15T03:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:50:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much MEDIA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have soo much to say about the media... where to begin... oh I know... Kayne West.... For the few of you who live under a rock (unless reading my blog) I will let you know that our EX fav artist stole Taylor Swift's thunder at the VMA's on Sunday night. Sweet Taylor just won an award for her song "You Belong With Me" (one of my favs!) During her speech Kayne got up and stole the mic from her (Cuz he a "Gold Digga") and said that Beyonce's video was better and she should have won and blah blah blah. Luckily Beyonce has class (probably cuz she is a "single lady"... haha I am sooo witty) and invited Taylor Swift up while it was HER aka Beyonce's time to shine and shared it. Thank-you Beyonce for being classy. And Taylor, I am proud of you for not trash talking Kayne afterwards... I probably would have! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.etonline.com/media/photo/2009/09/110770/400_beyonce_tswift_090913_cpolk_90715520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kayne West did try to redeem himself on the Jay Leno Show tonight, however he never came out and apologized. He just cried cuz he knew his momma would be ashamed and cuz what he did was rude.... Kayne, I know I can forgive you, because we all know I still heart Chris Brown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, let us talk about movies. I think I should be a movie critic or something. I realized last week I love watching movies. I really enjoy it. I don't know if I can count that as a hobby (since I don't like scrap booking or any sort of crafts, hobbies are hard for me to come by...). But if I can count it as a hobby. It will be number 1 on my list. Anywhooo... I love going to see movies so much I will go by myself (which is really nice and I don't mind it at all). Well tonight I went and saw....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 451px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/the-time-travelers-wife-trailer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I give it a solid B. I didn't hate it by any means. However, I didn't fall in love with it. I shed a few tears, but nothing like The Notebook, which I was kind of hoping for a Notebook-ish movie. And I guess it was. I thought Eric Bana who plays Henry did an amazing job. Rachel Adams, I love you but not your best film. That's ok, you are so beautiful no one will mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but certainly NOT least... New Moon. The newest trailer came out today if you haven't watched it yet... you need to! &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/newmoon_movie.html"&gt;DO IT NOW!!!!&lt;/a&gt; It is absolutely amazing! I think this movie is going to be like a billion times better than Twilight. However, New Moon is my least favorite book in the Twilight Saga, but might be my favorite movie.. hmmmm... interesting. I can't wait for November 20th... I want to go to the midnight showing... yes I am a nerd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8361958369333836488?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8361958369333836488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8361958369333836488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8361958369333836488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8361958369333836488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much-media.html' title='Too much MEDIA!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-649385483916429812</id><published>2009-09-08T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:37:35.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Rules!</title><content type='html'>So I have never been one to be told what to do and just accept it. I always ask Why? And then if for some reason if I don't agree with it, I don't comply. I just don't. That's just who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Example A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a written/unwritten rule saying you can't paint the walls in BYU approved housing. I thought that was dumb. Kristin Booth and I both thought a Red accent wall would look so good in our apartment. However this went against the STUPID RULE.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379670599840602354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sqht6GgcmPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VOXd7ic1VQU/s320/Kristin+and+Michelle+Painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes, as you can see... We didn't follow that rule. However, we did get permission to paint the wall before we did it. And we did leave it red after we left....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Example B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Thursday when we went to the Seahawks game I was going to get some garlic fries (yum!) and asked if anyone else wanted something while I was up. Being the nice person I am.... And my boss asked for a beer. She asked me if that was ok, not wanting to offend me. I said it would be fine. I have no problem. She has her agency. So I took my I.D. (because I am of age to buy alcoholic beverages) and went on my way. I ordered my garlic fries and a bud light, or so I thought. The older gentleman asked to see my I.D. I showed it to him. No biggie. WRONG! He cleared his throat and said the following "Oh geez. Ok, well I am really sorry but I can't actually sell you this beer...." I shot a death glare at him and asked why not?! He then called over his manager and asked her. She explained to me quite possibly the dumbest rule of all... Since my license is vertical not horizontal they can't sell me alcohol. Even though I am almost 23 years old. I got heated really fast, as I tend to do when hearing a STUPID RULE. I collected myself, apologized to the nice old man and thanked him for explaining. He ended up giving me a free garlic fry for any inconvenience. What a sweet old man. However, the manager then told me no one would sell me alcohol in the whole stadium. I turned around walked a way and said "ya... we'll see..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379670613619626002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sqht651n0BI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LAtEfr6bPPc/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;That my friends, was a Mike's Hard Lemonade, which I BOUGHT with showing my VERTICAL I.D. Please note that I only purchased this drink, but did not consume. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Example C) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I got ready for work, it was a little stormy out still this morning so I thought I could pull out my favor shoes of all time. My Ugg Boots (ok they are like bearpaw or some brand like that...) anyways. They are comfy, warm and slip ons. Who could ask for better shoes? So I wear a black jumper black leggings and my black ugg boots. I am at work and about half way through the day my boss says to me "Oh by the way... you're not allowed to wear those boots..." I just stood there for a second... I was so confused. I looked her straight in the eyes and said "Why not?" She laughed and told me I sound like her kids. I was completely serious though. So I went and got her the "list" of approved clothes to wear at work. Boots are on the approved list for shoes. She didn't have any answers for me. All she said was we got docked points when we got our corporate evaluation because one of the girls was wearing ugg boots. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.cornellhilltop.com/albums/userpics/10001/normal_Fashion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you can see this isn't a picture of me wearing my ugg boots at work... yet. But I think it is a stupid rule and needs to be fixed... I will find a way to fix this rule! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-649385483916429812?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/649385483916429812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=649385483916429812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/649385483916429812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/649385483916429812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/stupid-rules.html' title='Stupid Rules!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sqht6GgcmPI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VOXd7ic1VQU/s72-c/Kristin+and+Michelle+Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6251738101579531861</id><published>2009-09-07T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:18:00.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Must</title><content type='html'>Bring your bratty 13 year old girl to get a hair cut please make sure to give her, her medication before you come. When she shows me a picture of the haircut she wants and we both explain to her that she is going to have to straighten her hair each morning and it is going to take work and then when I give her that exact cut and she cries and says I ma&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5873181/2/istockphoto_5873181-angry-teenage-girl-color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5873181/2/istockphoto_5873181-angry-teenage-girl-color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de her look like a nerd... please excuse my anger that builds inside of me. For I just gave your puberty filled daughter a haircut that made her look like a young lady and not a dround rat as she did when she walked through the doors. So you are welcome for bring this awkward little girl hope as she enters the 8th grade. However, let's work on teaching your child some manners. It isn't polite to sit in a stylist's chair for 45 minutes throwing a fit. Plus it isn't lady-like. Did your mother not teach you that? Hmm... That might explain things. Also, if your daughter doesn't know what type of hairstyle she wants, I would love to pit in my PROFESSIONAL advice at no charge to you. However, remember I am the Professional, and I probably, no wait scratch that, I DO know what I am talking about. Thank-you for making your hormone filled daughter get out of my chair. I'm sorry she hated her cut, I thought it was cute. So did everyobe else. Maybe she has more issues than just her hair... just a thought. Thanks for taking an hour of my time... when you should have only taken 15 minutes. Don't worry I put a nice note on her account. So the next poor unfortunate soul that has to cut her hair can be warned. Good luck raising your little hellian... you are going to need it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your X-Hairstylist, Michelle&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/6607149849221291511-6251738101579531861?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6251738101579531861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6251738101579531861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6251738101579531861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6251738101579531861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-must.html' title='If You Must'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3321887508828906440</id><published>2009-09-04T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:41:03.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seahawks Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday a few of us from work went down to spray paint fans hair before the Seahawks game then we went to the game. We were supposed to get box office seats.. but they over scheduled and so we just got the Season Ticket spots... just. They were way good seats. We were right under the box offices though. And then we got the Club Level tickets so that means we can go to the level where the box offices are on and they have different/ nice-er resturants. So that was pretty cool. It was a ton of fun... here are some pics from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Me and My Boss, Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377775189765679570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SqGyCtvkadI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k34wsvQNniU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Danicka and I being buff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377775196675015074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SqGyDHe4gaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/noIa8dlT_5Y/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Danicka and I at the Game... Hair painted and stickers on face... Check and Check!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377775225926111074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SqGyE0c4z2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TE63PCoWgio/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This wasn't very big at all....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377775217727842898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SqGyEV6RKlI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zYFpgNRTeqE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mara, Danicka, and Me with our All Access Pass!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377775204790180306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SqGyDltsGdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aHmfKMvmMFw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That is pretty much the just of it. We all had a great time, but were all EXHAUSTED today at work! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3321887508828906440?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3321887508828906440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3321887508828906440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3321887508828906440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3321887508828906440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/09/seahawks-game.html' title='Seahawks Game'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SqGyCtvkadI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k34wsvQNniU/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4941359177448276206</id><published>2009-08-30T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:12:05.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my.....</title><content type='html'>So do you ever go back and re-read your past blogs? Cuz I just did. I didn't realize how many grammatical errors I have. How embarrassing! Geez... So I would like to apologize for past and future grammatical errors. So, I am sorry! Please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on a different note... remember how I am giving my sister, Nicole, the silent treatment? Welp, it is in FULL swing! She keeps texting me and calling me. I keep ignoring. She keeps telling me I am wearing down. Although I do want to talk to her I have to be strong. I must win this one... IT IS SOOO HARD THOUGH..... I do HATE when people give me the silent treatment. Maybe this is a bad idea. OH NO!! I am breaking.... HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week is going to be good. I have to work Monday- Wednesday then Thursday I am going to the Seahawks game against the Raiders. I am going with work. We are going to spray paint fans hair then get box seats (whatever those are... ahaha). It should be fun. Thursday is then followed by Friday which I get off as well as Saturday AND Sunday. That is technically 4 days off! WOW!!!!! I am sure excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4941359177448276206?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4941359177448276206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4941359177448276206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4941359177448276206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4941359177448276206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my.html' title='Oh my.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7702813074853037467</id><published>2009-08-29T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:49:14.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Man who TRIED to crush my dreams,</title><content type='html'>When I called you back this morning I was in a incredibly good mood. Thank-you for TRYING to ruin that. Sorry you didn't succeed. Try harder next time. No wait, just don't talk next time. You were my 3rd client for the day. I had already made $10 in tips. You were very nice at first however, I didn't appreciate your fakeness. Also, when you ask me where I went to college at and when I tell you BYU don't malk me. It also isn't nice to brag about how much money you have. And talking about yourself isn't nice either. I don't care what you do for a living if it takes you 15 minutes to explain it. It ALSO isn't nice when I tell you my dreams of starting my own salon and you tell me that is the worst thing I could do with my life. It is actually quite rude. I would say we are even now, because I cut a whole in your hair, and didn't show it to you ON PURPOSE! Sorry! And when you told me that was an amazing haircut (because you didn't see the whole... bahaha) and then you hand me a $100 bill to pay for your $13 haircut and then tip me a WHOLE $1.... you obviously don't have money and you are all talk. The little old lady after you who is retired but has to work to be able to pay her bills gave me 9 times your tip! If you ask me you are RIDICULOUS!!! Anywho... next time you come in... please do us all a favor and DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Find those little girl's mother and smack her! You don't ask if you can bring in your girls that had lice to get their hair cut. That is the DUMBEST question I have ever heard! (Why are people soooo stupid???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your X Hairdresser...aka... Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7702813074853037467?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7702813074853037467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7702813074853037467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7702813074853037467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7702813074853037467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-man-who-tried-to-crush-my-dreams.html' title='Dear Man who TRIED to crush my dreams,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7656815925233326915</id><published>2009-08-27T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:23:18.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to blog... Soooo little time.....</title><content type='html'>I have had soooo many things to blog about lately but have been sooo lazy.... so here are a few random posts crammed into one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... Working full time has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; put a cramp on my social life... HOWEVER yesterday and today were my "days off" and I put days off in "QUOTES" because is it really a day off if you cut hair for a living and then when you have 2 days where you don't have to go to work you spend those 2 days cutting hair??? That has been my life for the last like 8 months... okay okay... 2 weeks. But seriously! I am exhausted and finally told my&lt;a href="http://allseriestrekvar.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/post_grad_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px" alt="" src="http://allseriestrekvar.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/post_grad_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad I just wanted a DAY OFF! Totally off... no hair. None what-so-ever! So Dad made is possible. I was supposed to cut my grandparents hair and he scheduled it so Today, Thursday, could be my first "DAY OFF" no hair.. besides my own of course! :) So today was my first day of not doing hair, not thinking about it (well a little, but not as bad as I usually am) and just relaxing. It was wonderful. It was filled with Aunt Becky's Birthday/ visiting teaching lunch with Aunt Becky, Amanda Peck, Shelly Cook at Coconut Kenny's... Yummmmm!!!! And then helping Aunt Becky pack and move her stuff. And finally finishing out my day off going to see Post Grad with my Mom. What a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nextly, as many of you know... I don't understand the silent treatment. I have never been able to do the silent treatment to anyone. EVER. So the other day I called my dear sister Nicole. I asked her a secret. She did NOT tell me the secret &lt;a href="http://nrchapin.blogspot.com/2009/08/mad-face.html"&gt;(she blogged about it here) &lt;/a&gt;.... so..... since we were just talking about the silent treatment I thought it would only be appropriate to give her the silent treatment.... So I told her I would not talk to her for 1 month. It has been 4 days... I have picked up my phone about 15 times in the last 4 days to text her. It is killing me... however, I shall win... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My future..... hmmmm sooo many choices. Sooo little time... I have NO idea what to do with my life now! This sucks. Any ideas??? I'm open to anything, well... most anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night we were over at the Pratt's and some people decided to take a walk in the Cemetery. I HATE Cemeteries! They are sooo scary and creepy. Dead people buried in the earth. GROSS! I hate them! So Amanda made me go. And then some guy (possibly Bishop Chambers.. possibly not...) told us to go home.. haha I felt like I was in high school again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I think about hair &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL THE TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt; When I realized this, it now bugs me. I look at some one's hair and think how would I create that cut.. or color. Or if there would be a better hairstyle that would look good on them. Or what make-up would compliment them best. But don't worry I usually only do it on people I don't know. So don't worry. However, it is super annoying. Like in the movie tonight, the main girl's hair is super cute (see picture above). It was longer with really long choppy layers. And it was an auburn brown with Carmel highlights. In order for me to get the color I would probably do a 8RB with a 10 vol. lightener in a slice. and only do the Mohawk. So yes, that is how the color would come to be. I thought about her hair for probably 2o minutes while watching the movie... SUPER ANNOYING. However I guess someday I will be grateful for it.. hopefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.zap2it.com/movies/80747/80747_ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://images.zap2it.com/movies/80747/80747_ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the previews before the movie started there was a preview for this movie called "The Boys Are Back" it look super cute! It's about a single dad taking care of his two kids. And in the preview there was a part where the little boy comes out after dressing himself and the dad said "Your shoes are on the wrong feet" and the son followed with "But these are the only feet I've got!" (Both said in a British Accent)! So cute. Made me laugh so hard! I can't wait to see that movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least. I have been addicted to "That 70's Show". I have NO idea why. But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't explain it. But it makes me laugh so hard. It isn't the nicest/ cleanest show, but really what show is. When I first moved home it was on all the time. Whenever I went to watch TV (which was kinda a lot when I first moved home) it was ALWAYS on. So I set to record all the episodes that play on all the different channels. Last week I had 68. I am now down to 28. Some were doubles. Some I had already seen, but for the most part. I have just caught up from staying at Aunt Marilyn's. And now Mom even agrees to let me watch it while she is in the room, instead of watching some stupid home decorating show. :) I am wearing her down. Before you know it I will catch her watching it without me home... bwahahahaahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7656815925233326915?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7656815925233326915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7656815925233326915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7656815925233326915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7656815925233326915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-to-blog-soooo-little-time.html' title='So much to blog... Soooo little time.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5098439141189718947</id><published>2009-08-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:56:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST DAY EVERRR!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my mom told me the other day it was time to update my blog. I am usually the one telling her so I figured it must be past time to update my blog. Well, all I do is work, work, work, work, work. But, I did get to go to the Northwest Washington Fair on Monday with my mom, dad and Aunt Becky. It was a ton of fun! We saw the Demolition Derby (best part of the fair) and saw some good crashes and had an awesome time. I'm thinking I should be in the Demo Derby next year... I can drive crazy and crash into things... now all I have to do is fine someone to sponsor me and be my mechanic... hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywhoo... here are some pictures from the fair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooo excited to go to the fair... I even told work when I got hired I NEEDED this day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671470609844178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QPKSTR9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/u9cEphLdwrE/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh ya know.. just me and my parents... watchin the Demo Derby... best day EVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QRtIYAxI/AAAAAAAAATw/B9JblxlM0Kw/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671514323190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QRtIYAxI/AAAAAAAAATw/B9JblxlM0Kw/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My Aunt Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QRPbj0KI/AAAAAAAAATo/zn-_pRaPzqc/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671506350592162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QRPbj0KI/AAAAAAAAATo/zn-_pRaPzqc/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QQTtgH6I/AAAAAAAAATg/LiWTB5LR8No/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671490319720354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QQTtgH6I/AAAAAAAAATg/LiWTB5LR8No/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow... look at all that Action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QP2YqKLI/AAAAAAAAATY/CZf2v-2v_aQ/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372671482447669426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QP2YqKLI/AAAAAAAAATY/CZf2v-2v_aQ/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad and Cotton Candy.. two things I love dearly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673014452774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-RpBjI5XI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LVZEpM2nm10/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Mom giving Nicole a play-by-play via Text messaging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372674972161892770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-Ta-lXYaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/I440SkwBqLU/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chicken Legs....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372673007893472306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-RopHR5DI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Oz3nXCw5Wxc/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I would really like a yellow baby duck someday...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372672999104963378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-RoIX74zI/AAAAAAAAAUA/G_xOqHPDpCI/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Momma pig with all her little piglets.... She looks ugly, but her babies are so cute... I just wanted to eat them up. (That was a pun. I do NOT eat bacon since the episode of How it's made was described to me by none other than Kristin May Booth...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372672986675727426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-RnaEkzEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/trzaIZO10rg/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;As you walk down the horse barns this is what you see... horse after horse and all you see is their butts... cute eh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372674979127675026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-TbYiIyJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/gXQcBuQE-8E/s320/117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mini Cows... for mini burgers...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372674985754690226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-TbxOJArI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mqzHIIGhX6A/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mt. Baker.... View from our seats at the Derby...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372674998081820818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-TcfJKGJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/mDQ4gs3XIgo/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All in all, it was the best day! Spending time with your family, watching cars crash into things and eating your years worth of calories in one day! Who could ask for a better day???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5098439141189718947?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5098439141189718947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5098439141189718947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5098439141189718947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5098439141189718947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-day-everrr.html' title='BEST DAY EVERRR!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/So-QPKSTR9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/u9cEphLdwrE/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6329275735228088799</id><published>2009-08-11T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:18:58.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that crossed my mind today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate living alone... it's lonely......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More to Love is my new favorite show.... I love Kristian, sometimes she's a lot other times she's just a big girl in love. Leave her alone ok?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss Kristin Booth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am getting sick... boo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling out the whole Twitter thing... I think it's weird, yet kind of cool...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so happy I took the job at Great Clips... I am making WAY more money than the most expensive/ nicest salon in Whatcom County... no scratch that in Washington&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plus the people I work with are so freaking funny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It breaks my heart that sooo many people in Bellingham didn't have kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made a 2 year old cry today during his hair cut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I accidently cut a 12 yr old boy's ear. I said I was sooo sorry and he said he didn't even feel it... even tho it bleed... sorry bud!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention I am lonely?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go on a reality tv show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boss and I are going on a diet/ workout program together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My feet hurt so bad I want to cut them off becuz I think it would hurt less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My face is breaking out.. ugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to hang out with Amanda tomorrow! Woo hoo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am doing a class for YW tomorrow... hmmm what should I say??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6329275735228088799?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6329275735228088799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6329275735228088799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6329275735228088799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6329275735228088799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-crossed-my-mind-today.html' title='Things that crossed my mind today....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4399441508013599012</id><published>2009-08-11T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:49:11.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes...</title><content type='html'>We get some pretty interesting people in at Great Clips. Here are a few examples of the convos I have during the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man on Oxygen: "How you doing pretty lady?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Pretty good, pretty good. How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "Oh pretty good. Out of breath. Just had to walk from the car into here"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh ya. That gets me sometimes too"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "Ya...."&lt;br /&gt;(Lady that he walked in with says to him "Hey I'll be right back")&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "Ya whatever!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: ".... uh... so you having a good summer so far"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "No, the dang grandkids are so annoying! And my wife is dying!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh. I am sorry to hear that..."&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "Ya. That wasn't her. That lady. That's my girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh! How long have you been dating her?"&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: "oh for a while now. My wife had a stroke 15 years ago and I knew she would never fully recover. So.. I figured I should start looking for a new ball and chain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan (5 1/2 year old)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Jordan?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: "That's me!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hi sweetie. My name is Michelle. What are we going to do to your hair today?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: "Well, my mommy got sad at me. Cuz I cut my own hair last night... So can you fix it please?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why yes I can. Let's take a look at what you did..."&lt;br /&gt;(Realizing she cut her bangs to the scalp...)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, I think we should just give you bangs on the opposite side... like this... what do you think Jordan?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: "Oh YES!!! I love it! Wow! Michelle you are amazing! I love how beautiful you made me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 year old scruffy kid... named Jim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So what are we doing today to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Make me look like Brad Pitt!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok, you know we only cut hair here right?"&lt;br /&gt;Jim: "Ya, I already got the looks. I just need to trim down the hair to look likes his."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "............. ok............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad with his two kids sitting behind us while I was cutting dad's hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Boys stop playing with those chairs!"&lt;br /&gt;Younger Boy: "My brother started it!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Well you both stop!"&lt;br /&gt;(Boys still playing  with the chair)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "I told you guys to stop! Do you wanted to be grounded for a week??"&lt;br /&gt;Younger Boy: "No! I am sorry I accidently put my foot there."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "How would you like it if I put MY foot somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a days work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4399441508013599012?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4399441508013599012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4399441508013599012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4399441508013599012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4399441508013599012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/quotes.html' title='Quotes...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2526938579304604593</id><published>2009-08-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:54:09.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Sweat the Small Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/sweaty-1007-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/sweaty-1007-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I have had a huge change of heart and now find happiness in a lot more things. Here are a few things in the last few days that have made me smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gus fell off the bed last night... then was embarrassed about it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've cut myself (during a haircut) more in the last 3 days than the last 2 YEARS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my other license today! So now I have a barbering license too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunt Becky taught me how to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yaztee&lt;/span&gt; and I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yaztee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gus brought me all of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squeaky&lt;/span&gt; toys last night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeaked&lt;/span&gt; all of them at once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a sleeping pill at 2am and prayed I would wake up by 7:30am and I did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TIPS!!!!!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am doing really well at my job.. better than some of the other employees that have been there a year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took Gus to go potty and I kept saying "Go Potty Gus" and he faked going potty just so he could go back inside this morning because he was cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad bought tickets to the demolition derby... both derbies! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone stopped Mom on the street in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bahaha&lt;/span&gt; the last one makes me laugh just in itself....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But seriously someone stopped my mom on the street in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; to compliment her on her hair... I did her hair :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing people I know come into work and cutting their hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cotton Candy ice cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Story by T. Swizzle and other sappy loves songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling the urge to pray for safety on the way home from Aunt Becky's and missing a deer by only 10 feet and being completely safe... PRAY WORKS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You get the point... I have a lot of things to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for! :) P.S. Gus is my Aunt Marilyn's dog I am house/ dog sitting right now. He is incredibly high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; and very dramatic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2526938579304604593?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2526938579304604593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2526938579304604593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2526938579304604593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2526938579304604593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-sweat-small-stuff.html' title='Don&apos;t Sweat the Small Stuff'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1799154067164948210</id><published>2009-08-05T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:49:22.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is soooo hard...</title><content type='html'>So the past 2 months I have been unemployed. And have used the phrase "My life is sooo hard!" And usually people respond with... "Oh ya.. right!" But today... my life WAS hard! I had a HUGE decision to make. And I prayed and did all the things I was supposed to do and it was STILL a really, REALLY HARD DECISION!!! So as all of you probably know I am officially a hair dresser. Licensed in Utah and now Washington! Yay! Finally. So I got my License in Washington on Saturday. So this week was finally the time to start looking for a job. I applied at Great Clips like 2 months ago and they have been trying to set up an interview with me for a while now. So I figured I should probably have a fall back.. and Great Clips would be it... So I applied at Regis as well... This is the job I was hoping for... I had my interview for Great Clips on Tuesday. Uncle Rudy came in and was my beautiful model. The things I loved about Great Clips were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun, friendly atomosphere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of walk-ins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better hourly pay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better incentives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice co-workers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendly Manager&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They offer Health and Dental&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The things I didn't like about Great Clips....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Great Clips....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't do colors or any chemical service....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't wash hair before a cut....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't style the hair after the cut....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would have to work every other Sunday for 2 months then have them off after that...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the good definitely outweighs the bad... So on Wednesday aka Today I had an interview at Regis. I went in and here are the pros and cons...&lt;br /&gt;Pros....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's Regis... aka nicer salon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They offer Health, Dental AND Vision &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better experience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They do the whole package.. wash hair, cut AND style hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They only pay on commission and it's 40% (ps that is NOT a lot!) or minimal wage which ever is greater... (still not a lot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The manager would NOT make eye contact with me during the interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girls seem snuddy when I walked into the salon for my interview&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be the lowest person in the salon, so I would be the last one to get walk-ins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You aren't supposed to do hair outside of work... they want them to come in and pay...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would have to work every Sunday for a year. No matter what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Regis had more Cons then Pros.... Hmmm... so I sat in the car and prayed, counseled with my parents and decided to go with Great Clips... and here is why.... I can still do colors outside of work at my house. And KEEP all of the money. No paying an outsider. Plus Great Clips will teach me how to have speed. Which I am not gonna lie, is something I lack as of right now... So I walked into Great Clips to figure out exactly how much I would make an hour. And as soon as I did everyone was so welcoming to me! And I sat down to fill out some paperwork and just knew this would be better! So she figured out what my exact pay would be and it is more hourly than I have ever made in my life. Plus I would be getting commission AND tips on top of that! After everything I would make almost double at Great Clips compared to Regis... Double? Yes. Double! So after realizing this I knew the choice was simple! So I had my orientation today and I start tomorrow! I am not even nervous for my first day! So I think it will be good. And not to mention it is humbling. Because not going to lie. I used to make fun of people that work at Hair Masters, Great Clips, cheap hair places like that. Little did I know... they make more money than people just starting out... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways moral of this story is that I have a job at Great Clips. And it's not because I suck at doing hair. It's because I am only working to get money... lots and lots of money... But really aren't we all just working for the money? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1799154067164948210?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1799154067164948210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1799154067164948210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1799154067164948210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1799154067164948210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-is-soooo-hard.html' title='My life is soooo hard...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2131334468543714280</id><published>2009-08-03T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:40:44.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Reasons to Love Nicole Renee Chapin</title><content type='html'>26 Years Ago on August 2nd Nicole Rene&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SnaukvB0IgI/AAAAAAAAATI/4j_Si9TVymw/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365667952181125634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SnaukvB0IgI/AAAAAAAAATI/4j_Si9TVymw/s400/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e Chapin -aka- my sister was born! So I thought I would give a little tribute to the bestest big sister in the whole entire world. Happy Birthday Nicole! Hope you had a good one! So here are 26 reasons to love Nicole for all 26 years of her life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is creative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves laughing and having a good time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is beautiful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is VERY neat and organized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a hard worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is very giving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She always dedicates blogs to everyone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She gives the most thoughtful gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a great sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She acts like a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is a brilliant young lady&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She names things (i.e. Big Red)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She works hard for her money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has tiny fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a beautiful smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She trusted me to cut her hair during beauty school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She can sew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a testimony of the Gospel of Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She graduated from BYU-I with a degree in Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She helps her friends with their projects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She LOVES projects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She lives in Las Vegas (last place I pictured her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves the color Red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has always been there for me when I needed someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves her family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is the best big sister in the entire world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Nicole! Hope you had a Birthday Blast!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2131334468543714280?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2131334468543714280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2131334468543714280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2131334468543714280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2131334468543714280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/08/26-reasons-to-love-nicole-renee-chapin.html' title='26 Reasons to Love Nicole Renee Chapin'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SnaukvB0IgI/AAAAAAAAATI/4j_Si9TVymw/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-284767223610009948</id><published>2009-07-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:47:52.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Melting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously! Since when was it 98 degrees in BELLINGHAM, WASHINGTON??? Please tell me. I don't hate the heat, but I can only live in heat as long as we have AC. And for some reason we don't have AC. So therefore, I can't deal with it. This is how I feel.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://questionthedogma.com/blog7/melting-man-global-warming-ad.jpg" /&gt;I literally feel like my body is melting. I used to put make-up on and have realized it is now pointless because as soon as I put it I end up sweating it off in less than 5 minutes. SICK! So now here I am. Sitting, watching TV in front of a fan. The only way I can stay cool.... It's too hot to cook or eat at the house for that matter. The key is to go to a restaurant that has AC. It's like killing two birds with one stone. The sunny weather is nice, and would be perfect if it weren't so stinkin hot outside! Anyways, I do love the summer. And I am thankful we are having such nice weather. I hope everyone is enjoying their summer and trying to stay cool wherever you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-284767223610009948?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/284767223610009948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=284767223610009948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/284767223610009948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/284767223610009948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-melting.html' title='I&apos;m Melting...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2769538739103389554</id><published>2009-07-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:18:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This past week was full of adventure and fun for me. I went to Girls Camp with my ward as an Adult Leader. I know. I was suprised too. Who knew I was an adult! Anywho it was a huge sucess. I had a ton of fun and I am hoping/ thinking the girls did too. There were 11 girls then a Doneva and a Michelle. So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute Bailey, she's the most energenic 12 year old I have ever met... She was super helpful and whenever we needed someone to do something she was the first to jump up and say "I will, I will!!!" I love her!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360780456532148498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVRbC50gRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KK-sygeBnEc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even though it was 85+ degrees outside we still needed a fire to call it camping!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360780473337256866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVRcBgeG6I/AAAAAAAAARA/9_VD-p3r2E8/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dutch Oven Pizzas... a HUGE success!!! And super yummy... from what I heard!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360780483624257842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVRcn1FSTI/AAAAAAAAARI/D99cuLu4Z3E/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Tongs and 11 girls sitting around the fire with the following conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Sister Chapin..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "She's not here right now, please leave a message and she'll get back to you as soon as she can."&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Giggle. Sister Chapin... I mean... Michelle. When's dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I've told you a million times. Sister Chapin is my mom and she didn't come to camp. And I don't know when dinner is. Talk to the briquettes and ask them how long they are going to take to heat the dutch oven."&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Giggle. Ok. Can we have a snack?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "If you want to spoil your dinner, go ahead. Snack away!"&lt;br /&gt;Girls: "Sister Froberg, did Michelle say yes or no to the snack?"&lt;br /&gt;Sister Froberg then just laughs... poor girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360780465395193554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVRbj671tI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ewCTAcN3FC4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Heidi Hoyt, Me and Kyleigh Jackson... awe. Such cute girls that should still be 7 but are 14 &amp;amp; 15...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360791947091604242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVb34krcxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AE49Fvza6kg/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So remember how I was called to go as an ADULT.. yeah well... going to Girls Camp as an adult is WAY better!!! You get to have so much more fun!! The girls had "free time" and got to go down this giant slip and slide. I was a little scared to go down this slip and slide at first with all the girls around. So once "free time" was over... I called "adult time" into play. And all of the adult leaders went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doneva Froberg showed me how it was done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785816215103202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVWTBR0JuI/AAAAAAAAARY/f68-O1Jjznw/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Then Jill Slesk had to challenge Jamie Slesk to see who could spin more times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785820197715458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVWTQHV_gI/AAAAAAAAARg/N3EAeykolXE/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The "Adults" after "Adult Time"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785832354648706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVWT9ZyEoI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ph1ZL6U-EJM/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Y.W. leaders... who are now fellow adult leaders... crazy.... Jamie, Doneva, and Michelin were all one of my Young Womens leaders at one point. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360785833775074674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVWUCscDXI/AAAAAAAAARw/I8xmEsZz_L0/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls Camp was a ton of fun. I would go to Girls Camp every year. I loved being with the girls. I didn't like picking up after them and them calling me Sister Chapin. But had a TON of fun with them!! Our ward has the best girls in the world! Our theme was Unity in our ward and Unity we had! It was amazing. Watching the girls build their testimonies was the exact thing I needed to see in my life. I watched the girls grow throughout the week and everytime it brought me to tears. I couldn't have had a better week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That brings me to today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my best friend's, Amanda Peck's birthday was this past week while I was at camp and she waited to see Harry Potter with me, so we made a day out of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got a pedicure.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360790318511339666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVaZFo4uJI/AAAAAAAAASA/0nQfnmJSIOo/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And saw Arry Pottah.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cectheatres.com/assets/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And I even got a new cover for my phone.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360790326986834770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVaZlNmg1I/AAAAAAAAASI/8CZol3b9clA/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh what a week I have had!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2769538739103389554?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2769538739103389554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2769538739103389554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2769538739103389554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2769538739103389554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-what-week.html' title='Oh What A Week!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SmVRbC50gRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KK-sygeBnEc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1509543567280606721</id><published>2009-07-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:49:36.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really????</title><content type='html'>So I was on Facebook Friday Night at 7:45 because I am cool like that with Amanda watching me making sure I don't get the spoiler for the new Harry Potter movie since I refuse to read the books. Anyways, I was on Facebook and this was the advertisement to the side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357028293987103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Slf82cLRc9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Pu9sNRqRxnU/s400/Text+Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Text Amen to Jesus.... REALLY?!?!!?!?!??!!? What the heck??? What is this world coming to??? So ridiculous. I was tempted to try it, but Amanda convinced me not to.... Good thing I have Amanda to babysit me on Friday nights....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1509543567280606721?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1509543567280606721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1509543567280606721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1509543567280606721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1509543567280606721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/really.html' title='Really????'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Slf82cLRc9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Pu9sNRqRxnU/s72-c/Text+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3282086582989205904</id><published>2009-07-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:04:00.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Saddness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SlbxrZOQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yEwHu0RiU7c/s1600-h/The%2520Shack%2520William%2520P%2520Young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356734534611166994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SlbxrZOQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yEwHu0RiU7c/s320/The%2520Shack%2520William%2520P%2520Young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know there are a few things that I really do not enjoy doing. Two of those things are scrapbooking and reading. However, I read a book. Maybe it was the lesser of two evils, but maybe it just called out to me. See, a few weeks ago my Mother and I went over to Eastern Washington and while there I found this book sitting on Deb's table. I started reading it and she let me borrow it. I mean it was either read the book or scrapbook with the gang. And since I'm not part of the "gang" I probably wouldn't have fit it. Anyways... back to the book... The Shack is one of the most amazing books I have ever read. It is a spiritual book. About God, however is not by an LDS author. It is just about your relationship with God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost. And the book made me realize something... Sometimes bad things happen to good people and it doesn't mean there isn't a God or that He wanted to punish them, it is because someone else's choice had a consequence on that person. I also realized that in the LDS church we believe that when we are baptized we take upon us the name of Christ. And I always thought of it to be like before you do something stupid or bad think "WWJD" or something and just think of what Christ would do and do that. But this book made me realize taking upon us the name of Christ means we become one with Christ. We need to have Him in our hearts always. It's not made to be we only try to be like Jesus every once and a while we should always be striving to be like Him. Our relationship with God should be a relationship we feel comfortable with. You shouldn't fear God or what He has to say. You should be able to talk to him about everything. He should be one of your best friends. Same with Christ. He is our elder brother and we should treat Him like that we should have a friendship with Christ. And for the Holy Spirit we should know that we always have Him with us. Even if we can't feel Him, He's there. After reading this book I realized that I don't have those 3 in my life enough. I thought I was fine, and couldn't realize what was missing from my life. For the longest time I thought it was a puppy or something material that I needed to find joy in life and it's not. In the book they talk about a Great Sadness that a father felt after his daughter was kidnapped and killed. The way he walked around, he just always had this great sadness way him down. He blamed God for the bad things that happened to his daughter. And I didn't have something as horrific as that happen in my life, but I have still felt sorrow and pain like everyone else. And I had this Great Sadness that now I can realize how to get rid of the Great Sadness and the only thing to get rid of it is joy. And I can find joy through my relationships with God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: This book is amazing! Go read it. It will open your eyes and heart up to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thechurchwire.com/wp-content/uploads/The%20Shack%20William%20P%20Young.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3282086582989205904?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3282086582989205904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3282086582989205904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3282086582989205904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3282086582989205904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-saddness.html' title='The Great Saddness'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SlbxrZOQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/yEwHu0RiU7c/s72-c/The%2520Shack%2520William%2520P%2520Young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4615498907249450483</id><published>2009-07-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:42:55.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So maybe a 66 year old can out "construction" me...</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday at church I was offered a little side job to help an old-er lady in our ward with some "house work". It paid, and frankly, I haven't had a job for... some time now so the money would be nice. I agreed and was under the impression it was only going to be on Monday for a few hours. BOY  WAS I WRONG!!!! I have been there all week. We are getting her house ready to be appraised tomorrow. 3pm is our deadline. Wow. This lady is CRAZY and not like nutso she might kill you, but like superwoman. She works on her house everyday but Sunday for 15 hours a day. She tiles, roofs, paints, scrubs, resurfaces, textures, and much much more. And when she said it was "house work" she lied. Well, I guess TECHNICALLY she didn't lie. We are doing work and it is on the house. I just thought she meant more cleaning. Ya know, mop the floor, wash the windows, scrub some toilets. Not, take out the grout in between the tiles in my laundry room and on the kitchen counters with this one inch blade. But, I can now re tile a floor OR counter. I also am pretty good at getting out rings in bathtubs. Just give me the right chemicals and magic happens. Anyways, I have worked for her everyday this week and it has been rough on my body. I have been so tired when I leave her home that I pretty much want to die. But I find a way to get me home (it's usually a diet coke). Shareen (aka Superwomen) has like 13 kids (some biological and some adopted) 11 of which are living. She is one of the most spiritual people I have ever met. I am glad I got to work with her this week even though I accidentally complained everyday. Here are some things that at first annoyed me, but I have grown to love about her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She calls whatever we are doing on the house, no matter what it is "Construction" even tools... she calls tools construction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is hard of hearing, but can sometimes hear when I whisper and can't other times when I am standing right next to her yelling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is 66 years old and still fixes up her house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She told me not to drink Diet Coke... I still don't LOVE this one... but almost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She knows everything!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has a big heart and is very giving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all I think Shareen is an amazing woman and I know that her blessings are huge and abundant and she is definitely going straight to the tip top of heaven (if you get what I mean!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4615498907249450483?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4615498907249450483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4615498907249450483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4615498907249450483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4615498907249450483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-maybe-66-year-old-can-out.html' title='So maybe a 66 year old can out &quot;construction&quot; me...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4026270002894698174</id><published>2009-06-27T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:18:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicoley-Pollie-Ollie</title><content type='html'>I love my sister. She is the best. Nicole brings a smile to my face every single time I talk to her, text her, think about her or tell a story about her. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352272223709183090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SkcXOttgPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WNGGIwnESiY/s320/Kodak+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For example the Michael Jackson text the other day. Came from Nicole. Today I got this text from her and I quote "So i just bought a love seat. Pool huh?" I laughed and showed my friend Amanda the text. She texted "that is pretty pool" We continued the "pool" instead of cool text for a while. Until she realized why we were doing it. It was good times. I explained it a couple of times to my mom before she got it. So if you don't understand. It's ok. Ask Donna. She can explain it now ;) Anyways, Nicole is my big sister. We are 3 1/2 years apart. Just enough to never be in the same school growing up and just close enough to be friends. She is such an amazing women. She can cook, sew, clean... boy can she clean! She is very crafty. And is always eager to learn more. She decided her new hobby would be sewing. She started learning to sew and just as she started my very favorite quilt in the whole entire world that I have had since I was 12 got a huge giant beyond repair hole in it. I was devestated. One night I called my dear loving sister and told her the bad news. And I asked her if she would try and make me a new quilt. Well ladies and gentlemen... here is my brand new favorite beautiful quilt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352271173380635346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SkcWRk7qetI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VfID18T2eYs/s320/Quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's black, white and red. The most beautiful color combination known to man. And the paterns are all so cute. I love love love love love it! It's perfect. It keeps you warm at night without making you too hot and sweaty. It's so cute and fits me and my personality just perfectly. Thanks Nicole for everything you do for me! I couldn't ask for a better sister in the whole entire world! I love you!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352273341537589010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SkcYPx8kFxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rdiUDTP2EOo/s320/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. if you don't have a sister like Nicole, I am really sorry. Maybe you can borrow her for a second. But not too long. I am kinda a selfish person. Sorry.&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/6607149849221291511-4026270002894698174?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4026270002894698174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4026270002894698174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4026270002894698174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4026270002894698174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/nicoley-pollie-ollie.html' title='Nicoley-Pollie-Ollie'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SkcXOttgPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WNGGIwnESiY/s72-c/Kodak+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2163000382752347042</id><published>2009-06-25T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:54:23.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warn a girl before you sent a text like that!</title><content type='html'>Waiting in line with Aunt Becky at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; Penny's I get this text from my sister.... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; died." That's it. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;capitalization&lt;/span&gt;, no hey. Nothing. Just the fact. I re-read it like 39 times. Then looked up at Aunt Becky and said... Michael Jackson died. Straight face. Then the face turned sadder, and sadder. The g&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9Vwh56H92U/SdKb_vfwrXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/x7_QfNKOAqQ/s400/michael-jackson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9Vwh56H92U/SdKb_vfwrXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/x7_QfNKOAqQ/s400/michael-jackson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;irl&lt;/span&gt; ringing us up confirmed it. It was like something inside of me.... got lost. I just didn't know what to do with myself. It was like the day when I found out Jessica Simpson and Nick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lachey&lt;/span&gt; broke up. I loved watching the Newlyweds. I loved listening to M.J's music. Life just won't ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man... I need a life.... Also.... Jon and Kate plus 8.... really? Stupid Jon and stupid Kate. They both are money hungry stupid, stupid people. I think the kids deserve all the money and none for the parents. Anyways.... this doesn't change the fact that Michael Jackson is still dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2163000382752347042?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2163000382752347042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2163000382752347042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2163000382752347042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2163000382752347042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/warn-girl-before-you-sent-text-like.html' title='Warn a girl before you sent a text like that!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9Vwh56H92U/SdKb_vfwrXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/x7_QfNKOAqQ/s72-c/michael-jackson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7387854258976303311</id><published>2009-06-25T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:30:23.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you cared....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is your cell phone? &lt;/strong&gt;Next to me... like always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your hair? &lt;/strong&gt;SUPER SHORT!!! But straightened and down... since it's too short to put up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your father? &lt;/strong&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite thing? &lt;/strong&gt;Hanging out, movies, camping, loving what I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dream last night? &lt;/strong&gt;Didn't sleep well last night so no dreams for me but.. The other night I had a dream I was in WWII.... that was kinda crazy. I woke up crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite drink? &lt;/strong&gt;Dr. Pepper!!! Yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dream/goal? &lt;/strong&gt;Own my own salon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The room you are in? &lt;/strong&gt;Family Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your fear? &lt;/strong&gt;Spiders... ewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;/strong&gt;Possibly married, owner of a high class salon, maybe a kid.. we'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muffins? &lt;/strong&gt;Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of your wish list items? &lt;/strong&gt;Tiffany and Co Braclet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you grew up? &lt;/strong&gt;Bellingham, Wa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last thing you did? &lt;/strong&gt;Went to see The Proposal with Kelsy! SO FUNNY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing? &lt;/strong&gt;Capris and my Affliction hoody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your TV? &lt;/strong&gt;On.. watching the Nanny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pets? &lt;/strong&gt;I wish I had a puppy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your computer? &lt;/strong&gt;Yep... on my lap... I think that's why they call it a laptop.. just an idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your life? &lt;/strong&gt;Boring as of right now... Jobless, carless... ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your mood? &lt;/strong&gt;Peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing someone? &lt;/strong&gt;YEP!!! A LOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your car? &lt;/strong&gt;Baha.. sold it. So now... I don't have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite store? &lt;/strong&gt;Old Shnazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your summer? &lt;/strong&gt;Girls Camp and Job hunting... then hopefully working :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite color? &lt;/strong&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you laughed? &lt;/strong&gt;Tonight at The Proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you cried? &lt;/strong&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three people who email you? &lt;/strong&gt;Ebay, Aunt Marilyn, Chase ... lol sad. only one of those is a real person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of your favorite foods? &lt;/strong&gt;Mexican, Italian, American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places you’d rather be right now? &lt;/strong&gt;LA, Provo, Las Vegas (in that order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7387854258976303311?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7387854258976303311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7387854258976303311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7387854258976303311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7387854258976303311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-in-case-you-cared.html' title='Just in case you cared....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1594312657541139667</id><published>2009-06-12T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:59:37.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check and Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after watching Bucket List I made a Bucket List of my own.... (MOM... go watch Bucket List!!!!! You own it and have never seen it.. That is plainly RIDICULOUS!!!) Anyways... I just found it on my computer the other day and I realized I have done the first one and the last one on my list! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; go me! Now... just to meet in the middle. For those of you who would like to know what was number one on my list... it was graduate Beauty School. And I did! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! And the last one was to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wakeboarding&lt;/span&gt;. And I have done that now! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yessss&lt;/span&gt;. It feels so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1594312657541139667?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1594312657541139667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1594312657541139667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1594312657541139667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1594312657541139667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-and-check.html' title='Check and Check'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/2280650380_bc559498b6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5016896086068146002</id><published>2009-06-12T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:49:42.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please......... PICTURES!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics from Disneyland/ my last night in LA ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before this picture was taken Rusty was hugging me and telling me how much he loved me and how much he was going to miss me. Diana had my camera and said. "Awe. This is so cute I wanna get a pic of this!" So she turns on the camera and I pose for what I thought was going to be the cutest picture... until I looked at Rusty... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338213158598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjICR1xqOKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/A_pyXsVmFbw/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie, Diana and I being silly on our way home from Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-zxRA6JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xHJJeWng3jg/s1600-h/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334398016972946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-zxRA6JI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xHJJeWng3jg/s320/191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-zy-tacI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q-NHJjzRFBE/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334398477068738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-zy-tacI/AAAAAAAAAPI/q-NHJjzRFBE/s320/185.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triplets! I told some guy that worked at the one of the shops we were triplets... he was so confused after! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346344170050846754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjIHsk7cgCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aibXqAhS5GM/s320/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found the Temple!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-zM7IsQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RonBaNsyblU/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334388261531906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-zM7IsQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RonBaNsyblU/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't mind the bottle... lol. Rusty and me... saying our goodbyes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346334382584871794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-y3xtu3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/XqPxV9aQesw/s320/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Disneyland.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-NizstQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NViD7lOa6iM/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346333741300888834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-NizstQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NViD7lOa6iM/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Twins... trying to be princesses...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-NZU4y5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/xjSUOSbp21w/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346333738755738514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-NZU4y5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/xjSUOSbp21w/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I shrunk the audience.... 3D&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-NPMpcjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/986sSqYkMqs/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346333736036823602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-NPMpcjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/986sSqYkMqs/s320/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Look how happy I am to go to Disneyland!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-MkKhwnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2avJ8nXr-h8/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346333724485206642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-MkKhwnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2avJ8nXr-h8/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting there... still full of energy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-MRxP8fI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_qGBSZL15Qw/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346333719547343346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjH-MRxP8fI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_qGBSZL15Qw/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IS why I love her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338230976261922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjICS4JuLyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZhGL9Qe24Zc/s320/110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Kris.... I was trying to convince him to take me to the airport at 6am... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338222072086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjICSW-zPnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3Fs7rCuqWlw/s320/216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Diana and Rusty... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338219433729634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjICSNJxHmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/di3XTh34Wek/s320/210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5016896086068146002?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5016896086068146002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5016896086068146002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5016896086068146002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5016896086068146002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/drum-roll-please-pictures.html' title='Drum Roll Please......... PICTURES!!!!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SjICR1xqOKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/A_pyXsVmFbw/s72-c/197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4398909753005367415</id><published>2009-06-09T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:28:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So maybe I don't have a life....</title><content type='html'>and I watch the New Moon trailer over and over and over and over... if you haven't seen it. Shame on you! Quit being so busy and watch it! P.S. I finally got all my pics downloaded on my computer, but now it's not connecting to the internet. So be patient and soon... you will have a picture overload!... Now, watch the NEW MOON trailer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look absolutely amazazazing????? Oh my gosh!!! I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4398909753005367415?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4398909753005367415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4398909753005367415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4398909753005367415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4398909753005367415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-maybe-i-dont-have-life.html' title='So maybe I don&apos;t have a life....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3396480538546091376</id><published>2009-06-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:57:46.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Base</title><content type='html'>So I am sure most of you know by now... but I am living at home. Home? you ask.... yes, Home as in my parent's home. In Bellingham, Washington. It hasn't been my home for the last 5 years, but it's more of my home base. It's the safe mode. No one can get me right now. I am in the safe mode. L.A. was a ton of fun. But not for me. Don't get me wrong. I loved selling. Just not right now in my life. I think I need a break/ some time to chillax. I am trying to decide what to do with my life. What I want to do and what I need to do. I did get to do a lot of fun stuff in LA before I left, including Disneyland, shopping at the Fashion District. I took some pictures and now I have a computer where I can download pictures and such so I will do that at a later time. I am too tired tonight. Ya know cooking dinner and washing Aunt Becky's can really took it out of me today :) If you are in Bellingham area and want your hair cut/ colored please let me know!! I am open!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3396480538546091376?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3396480538546091376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3396480538546091376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3396480538546091376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3396480538546091376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-base.html' title='Home Base'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-4349539080362344023</id><published>2009-05-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:56:29.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there were 2....</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the summer there were 7 single girls in our office... and now there are two! I am one of them! Yessss! Now it is time to prove to the boys who is boss! I had a lttle hiccup but I am back and ready to bring it. We are switching area tomorrow. We are going up north to Lancaster. I hear it's supposed to be bomb. I am excited to be in the new area because I guess everyone is in need of alarms up there badly and it's a weller off (is that english?) neighborhood. Not like the neighborhood I was in today. As I walk up to the house I smell something. I look at the guy with me and said... "smell that?.... that means a for SURE sale!" As he took a deep breath in and realized the house was reaking of pot! The guy came to the door and had the reddest eyes ever. However, he didn't pass credit so we couldn't do it. Sad day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Tonight we went out to Cheesecake Factory and when we go out... APX pays.... yessss! Nevermind that our bill was over $1000. It's fine. I definitely don't hate it. Anyways, my computer is not working. So I don't ever get to check my facebook, blog, email or anything it kinda stinks, but oh well what can you do! I hope everyone is doing well. I am. I love it out here. I love all the boys and how much they look after me. I know I am supposed to be here. But I can't wait to reap the rewards of this job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-4349539080362344023?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/4349539080362344023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=4349539080362344023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4349539080362344023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/4349539080362344023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-then-there-were-2.html' title='And then there were 2....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2652571212191296832</id><published>2009-05-06T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:27:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My APX family!</title><content type='html'>Wow. I have been here almost 3 weeks! So much has happened... well, not really. But I would like to give an update on the people in my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Diana:&lt;/strong&gt; She is my room roommate. She is the first roommate that actually shared a room with me ever! She is sooo amazing though. We go so well together! I love her! She is from Mexico... so yes, she is Hispanic. She is trying to teach me Spanish... I am way slow and she has to say a word like 90 times before I even begin to try to pronounce it. She is patient with me tho which I need. She is also way chill about life and doesn't have drama. Although she deals with mine nicely! :) She is 21 and all the boys in the office love her! They all ask me to "hook a brotha up" I just laugh and roll my eyes. Come home and tell her... "So and so likes you!.... Shocking I know!" We spend a lot of time together. We just click and I love her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Shaylee &amp; Brittney:&lt;/strong&gt; Are our other roommates. They are cousins and both 18. A little young, but a lot of fun to have around. We don't know how long they will stay but as of right now they are here, fun, and keep me young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Adam &amp; Cory:&lt;/strong&gt; They are our 2 main managers then Kris and Skyler are assistant managers. They are all really protective over me and I LOVE that! They all tease me a lot but I tease them right back so I feel right at home. One time Cory played a mean trick on me so I had to get him back... you know payback. I will blog about that later, it was funny. But they keep the office fun and keep incentives right in front of me so I keep working harder. Like today for instance... I was having a rough morning and didn't feel like going knocking so one of the Regional managers said if we hit our daily goal then he will give us $100 extra bucks. So of course that was a challenge. But today my own personal goal was to just get one. Then when I tried to take a sick day and Adam refused to let me I said, "fine! But if I get 2 accounts today then you have to buy me a pass to Disneyland!" He agreed and I went on with my day. I didn't think I was going to get even one sale, but I ended up getting 2 and so now he owes me a trip to Disneyland! Yay!!!! I am stoked! So they are good managers. They deal with me well. Cory and I fight a lot. But only cuz we have the same personality. We both like to argue and be right. We clash. But we always end up loving each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Kris:&lt;/strong&gt; Kris has been my driver for the past few weeks. He drives me out to my area. I love him. He is a great guy! He helps keep me motivated and will encourage me to do my best. He also lets me vent to him which helps a lot with this job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DeeJay &amp; Rusty:&lt;/strong&gt; These are my boys. A few people call me Mama Seta... and Rusty and DeeJay have adopted that name for me. Rusty called me Michelle the other day and I thought he was mad at me or something. It was weird. They will call or text me every morning telling me good morning and how much they love me and they will give me a hug and kiss on my cheek every night before bed. I love it! I am not gonna lie. Rusty and I have known each other for 2 years now. And he has changed a lot. I love Rusty and DeeJay is so sweet! Last Sunday DeeJay BBQed for me... how nice huh! And I was out by the pool and got cold and he gave me his sweatshirt. Without even thinking. So cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darrien &amp; Kazj:&lt;/strong&gt; These boys are cRaZy!!!!! They are nuts! They always keep things lively. I love them though. First thing they do when they walk in our apartment tonight is take off there shirt and run out on our balcony and scream "Happy Cinco de Mayo L.A.!!!!!!!!" Were they drunk? Nope! Stupid? Yep! They are just funny. Then they put their shirt back on and sit down on the couch like nothing happened. Meanwhile, we are all rolling on the ground laughing. Geez. Crazy cats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I am having fun out here. I am glad I am out here. I'm not gonna lie... the job sucks and is so hard! I sometimes want to just go home, but I know I need to stick with it and I will be fine. But I need to have some fun. I really haven't gotten to do any thing. So hopefully we get to go to Disneyland sometime soon! That would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUDDHA COMES HOME TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said... I need to sleep. I love you all, hope everyone is doing well! I miss everyone. Sorry if I don't talk to ya'll a lot this summer. I am busy... shocking I know! But I wish you the best, I love you all and have a blessed day! (I learned blessed day from all the black folk I have been talking to!) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2652571212191296832?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2652571212191296832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2652571212191296832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2652571212191296832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2652571212191296832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-apx-family.html' title='My APX family!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-2216559839844551268</id><published>2009-04-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:03:33.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not in Provo anymore.....</title><content type='html'>WOW! LA is HUGE!!!! I seriously have gotten lost for at least half of my time I have been here. And I have only left my apartment building once! The apartment building is ginormous! There are so many different turns and twists. And every single twist looks the exact same. It is so annoying. They said it takes about a week to get it down. A week? So for a week I get to keep walking in circles trying to find my stupid apartment. I take that back, my apartment is everything BUT stupid! It is AMAZING!!!!!!! So nice and huge and spacious. Of course I took the master bedroom! I will post pictures later but as for now here is my day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from my nap got ready extremely fast and brought all my stuff down and loaded it into Kendra's car. Got to the airport with about 45 minutes to spare. Not too bad. Checked in my bags... they were ALL overweight. And I was already checking an extra suitcase. So I was frantically trying to cut down the weight. After about 30 minutes of that I finally got them at 50 lbs. Perfect. By this time I was sweating so bad. I gave Kendra a quick hug and an I love you and went through security. I got through that no problem and ran to my gate. I boarded the plane and not even 5 minutes later it took off. I was totally fine with it. I hate waiting to board a flight. However, I don't ever want to have to run to a gate again, I would rather wait. After landing in LA I realized I had not heard from my ride yet. So I made some calls. Then after no one answering I called Cory one of my managers who is in Provo get a hold of someone for me so I could have a ride from the airport.. So finally I figure that out. So now just wait for my luggage right? Well, 2 out of the 3 made it. Ugh. That means I am without one of my suitcases. Luckily the 2 I got had all my shower and stuff in it. While I was unpacking my stuff I realized that a little bit ago I posted a blog saying how I had the luck of the Irish and kept having lucking things happen to me. While... I think I have the curse of the pirates or something... I just am having a case of bad luck. I really wish it would stop! Oh and my laptop still doesn't turn on. Arrrrr... See, look I am already starting to talk like a pirate! Oh no!! So by this time it is Noonish. I haven't eaten all day and I have been up since 5. So I am starving! I don't have any food in the house. Nor toliet paper for that matter. Adam had told me earlier there was a burger king just down the street and I would be ok walking there. So I got up the nerve and ventered out. It took me, no joke 15 minutes of walking around, riding elevators up and down, up and down. Walking back and forth just to figure out how to get out of this dang building. After figuring it out I saw BK and started my 30 yard walk. As I was walking I glanced over to my right where a new building had just gone up and realized there was a bum sleeping. I think he was sleeping at least... I thought. Oh look! My first bum sighting. How sweet. Then laughed out loud at how ridiculous I can be sometimes. So after eating some good ole BK I decided there had to be a faster way to get into the building. You know one that wouldn't take me by the sleeping bum. So I saw this door that looked like it could help me. Sure enough the elevator led right next to my apartment. I couldn't help but laugh. So then I figured out how to get a computer room key. And all that jazz. So I am on there internet/ computer. Not to shabby. YES!!!!!!! Southwest just called me... they have found my bag!!!!!!!!!! Yipeeee!!!! Anyways, so now I guess I will just wait until I get my luggage and go take a nap. I am just waiting for Adam and Kristen to get here so I can help them unload there stuff and go to the store and get some t.p. and foods. Sorry I couldn't post any pictures.. without my laptop this might be tricky. I will figure it out tho... and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-2216559839844551268?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/2216559839844551268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=2216559839844551268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2216559839844551268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/2216559839844551268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-in-provo-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m not in Provo anymore.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6000929564148614767</id><published>2009-04-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:50:09.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Provo!</title><content type='html'>Well, it is my last day in Provo and I haven't had a day this bad since I moved here. Seriously! Let's start with last night thought... So my friend, Briana that I met while living in Rexburg came down from Salt Lake to spend some time with me before I leave. We talked while I packed and then went to dinner. While at dinner the song The Climb from the Hannah Montana Movie came on. I admitted I like the song and wanted to see the movie. I love kid's movies/ chick flicks. Get off my back! She admitted it too and I looked up the movie times. Were we really going to see The Hannah Montana movie? Yep yep yep! So the movie was actually really, really good! I cried... four times. So now that I was already emotional I called Kendra once I got home and had a emotional breakdown about leaving Provo. I have been here almost 2 years. My life is here now, it's weird to think I am leaving. I am leaving my house, my friends, I would say my job but I don't have one... I would also say school, but I don't have anymore school. But mainly I am leaving my friends. And I lost it. I was balling like a little baby. So I finish most of my packing last night and feel right to sleep. I woke up late today. Which I had a lot to do today so that was bad news. I needed to borrow Roach's car, I couldn't get a hold of her. Great! Then I tried to get on my laptop to check in online for my flight. My laptop wouldn't turn on. Perfect! Wow what a great start to an AWESOME day! (Sense the sarcasm?) So then I decided to check the mail. I have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of my credit card, since I paid it off it was how I was moving to L.A..... well, still no credit card. So I called the company argued with them for a while and got no where. Perfect. Then I started moving my stuff. By this point I was beyond frustrated. I wanted to punch something. And I am not the violent type. So as I am walking down the stairs with an armful of stuff I trip and fall. Nice, smooth. Some Mexicans saw me and laughed. Sweet. I finish moving my stuff and I am pooped. I am so tired. I come back to the house get ready. Since I permed my hair it takes me like 20 minutes! Yay go me! So I drive to wal-mart. I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I have little to no money, I have so much to do, I didn't remember to leave out a shirt and everything is moved and gone. I have a toothbrush and a jacket left. So I know I can find some cute-ish/ cheap shirt at wal-mart right? On the way I call my daddy in deep desperation for a little loan of cash. Of course my Dad being the superhero he is saves my life and helps me out! So as I am talking to him my phone dies. As soon as I got to wal-mart I called him back, but not after trying to figure out how to use a payphone... they are complicated. It cost me $1! For 4 minutes of talk. Lame! So I find a shirt that is fairly cute and some other little things I needed. Go to check out and realize... I forgot my debit card! CRAP! I look into my purse and realize that I grabbed all my change I have been saving all year long. I counted it the other day and had $20, not too shabby. So I got to the self checkout so the machine can count my change. I start putting the nickels, quarters, pennies, and dimes into the machine. I ended up being $2 short, so I was frantically trying to search my purse for a few more quarters. And the lady behind me said, here sweetie, take this and hands me exactly what I needed! Awe! There are still nice people in this world willing to help out the poor and needy! I thank her and told her I forgot my debit card, I don't think she cared. I think she just wanted me to hurry. So as of right now... I am waiting for my last load to finish drying so I can pack it up, and then I just need to vacuum my room and wipe down the mirrors and counters. Then I am done. Seriously, Provo, why couldn't we have a pleasant goodbye. More of like a see ya later, if you will. But no! You had to go out big. Causing me a extremely stressful day. Well, I guess what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger. Well, that's it. I am off to L.A. I will hopefully be able to keep my blog up, but no promises. My goal is to take lots and lots of pictures. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6000929564148614767?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6000929564148614767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6000929564148614767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6000929564148614767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6000929564148614767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-provo.html' title='Goodbye Provo!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-1430067351331183782</id><published>2009-04-15T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:56:03.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty School Drop Out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TOxhzAm7fY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0TOxhzAm7fY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way... THIS IS NOT ME!!!! Why? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I GRADUATED BEAUTY SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am done. Finished. Graduated. Never to be a Future Professional at Paul Mitchell the School Provo, Utah! YIIIIIPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! You don't know how good this feels. :) Oh and I permed my hair... I will get pictures after a few days when I tame it down a little... it's semi poodleish. Now, packing, cleaning then.... LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-1430067351331183782?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/1430067351331183782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=1430067351331183782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1430067351331183782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/1430067351331183782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/beauty-school-drop-out.html' title='Beauty School Drop Out....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-7599977765840872507</id><published>2009-04-12T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:18:27.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Easter!!!!!!! Hope everyone had a fantastic Easter! Here's what we did... and by we I mean Chyla and I....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324064125820363346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLgHUTsYlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZjjPkIaVvF0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chyla was really excited to find some Cadbury Creme Eggs she said it wouldn't be Easters without them... so in preparation for Easters we had to search for them... would it really be that hard......?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065415298744370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLhSX_TADI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nb7EFcU20RA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bored between driving to the stores and stopping at home real quick. Perfect opportunity for a photo opp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065415499179522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLhSYvFZgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/icKoYVgqyAs/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yep! It would be that hard! See all those empty Shelves? Every grocery store looked like that! And all anyone had was Orange Creme filled.. she replied with "ewww Yuck!"..... The search continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065422075270242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLhSxO8lGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0NY2CChEgo0/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I win! I found the ones I wanted!!!! Yay go me! Wait.... we were looking for Chyla.. we shall Search some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065428678064082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLhTJ1LN9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/SyMHlB-ZoUA/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This was real life. She found them. One left. Hidden between the shelves. She was so excited. I was possibly rolling my eyes at her at how excited she got over.. CHOCOLATE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324065430544246578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLhTQyG5zI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ee5X52BpvJ8/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now, onto coloring the eggs.... Chyla starts by hard boiling the eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324068123028624930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLjv_EaFiI/AAAAAAAAANA/t1XLoyNrOcU/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I set up the coloring equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324068123377148386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLjwAXgIeI/AAAAAAAAANI/wcFK2t1g0qY/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Waiting.... bored.... typical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324068134157802130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLjwohz2pI/AAAAAAAAANY/7_zNJQmAHLs/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh ya... mean time our dishwasher decides to overflow and pour out water. nice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324068129745781698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLjwYF5w8I/AAAAAAAAANQ/F4WkIGgRdYQ/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Coloring the eggs... so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324068140341814626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLjw_kMZWI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZOhpz2VoqHE/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Of course I had to do my name.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324069591408294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLlFdNZueI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DMS2JJu3yY0/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The three egg colorers.... (from Left to Right) Chyla, Me, Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324069582935050690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLlE9pOScI/AAAAAAAAANo/vRILMCMkzyk/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's where I will be in 6 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324069587532596098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLlFOxXQ4I/AAAAAAAAANw/XSaWW-jeygM/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Welp, that was my Easters! Oh and I ate a ham sand which because it's Easter and Easter = Ham Dinner. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope Everyone had a wonderful Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-7599977765840872507?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7599977765840872507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=7599977765840872507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7599977765840872507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/7599977765840872507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easters.html' title='Easters'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/SeLgHUTsYlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZjjPkIaVvF0/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-9179900734720601949</id><published>2009-04-08T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:25:45.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Over IT!</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously OVER IT!!!!! Over Provo, stupid girls at stupid beauty school. Stupid people being upset over stupid things. Seriously! I am ready to be done with Provo. Thank goodness I am leaving in less than 10 days! Yipee!!!! L.A. is sounding better and better every second of every day. Ugh... sorry. I just needed to get it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Shout out to Chyla.... Let's all give her a warm welcome to the blogging world! Yay go Chyla! *cough* update more!!! *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bed..... My feet hurt.... 13 hours at school on your feet.... doesn't feel so nice....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-9179900734720601949?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/9179900734720601949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=9179900734720601949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/9179900734720601949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/9179900734720601949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m Over IT!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-5160807609185682082</id><published>2009-04-08T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:17:08.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this morning I realized I have exactly one week left of school! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! So every Wednesday morning we have "Pow Wow" which is where the WHOLE school meets in this way too small classroom and we have announcements and they talk to us and blah, blah, blah (well that's all I hear... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;!) Sometimes they have like Costco or Wells Fargo come and talk to us about getting a membership with them. Just to promote stuff. Well, today they had the Invisible Children Organization come and talk to us. They are doing a rally thingy called "The Rescue". It's on April 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (Also my parents anniversary! Go Mom and Dad!) Anyways, they showed us a video that was very powerful... I cried. I did a project at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;-Idaho about Invisible Children and so I have a special place in my heart for them. So they sold these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt; that people from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uganda&lt;/span&gt; made. They money goes back to them. Anyways a bunch of people bought them.... so this is a picture of Kendra, Me, and Darren's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525104671008642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sd1oYfwDp4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XueBkfUyyHM/s320/braclets.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So then I did some hair... ugh. I am so over them giving me back to back to back to back to back clients. I mean, yes, I know that is how it will be in the Salon. But I will also be getting PAID for those clients, not paying to get them! Anyways, so all the teachers decides since it's my last week at school and all that they all need to send there family into get there hair cut from me. This morning I did Connie's son's hair and tonight I did Amy's Husband hair. So possibly I may have shaved an "A" in the back of his head with out him knowing... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525093666522242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sd1oX2wYhII/AAAAAAAAAMA/CqthCZQ6wPM/s320/A+is+for+Amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Oh what a day... WHAT A DAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I am done with my 2000 hours in one week! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Exactly&lt;/span&gt;??? I am so excited. Oh and also, L.C. aka Loser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cruiser&lt;/span&gt;... is no longer a part of the family. We sold her... sad, but I think it was the right move :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-5160807609185682082?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5160807609185682082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=5160807609185682082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5160807609185682082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/5160807609185682082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='What a DAY!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sd1oYfwDp4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/XueBkfUyyHM/s72-c/braclets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6498051829613085349</id><published>2009-04-06T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:09:56.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame, Lame-er, Lamest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's lame that I have to already start packing up my life when I don't leave for another 2 weeks, but if I don't do it now I won't have time because it's all spent at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's even lame-er that as I am packing/ "spring cleaning" I have the hardest time giving away my crap because I MIGHT need it later. Where's Nicole when you need her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the lamest of all, is that it is 3:07am and I can't sleep. I have been trying since 11pm. Definitely the lamest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; However on the bright side... I have 75 hours left of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a place to store my abundance of stuff while in LA and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am selling my car tomorrow! Yay! I guess with every lame thing there's something good, so I can't complain. I just really want to sleep... *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6498051829613085349?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6498051829613085349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6498051829613085349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6498051829613085349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6498051829613085349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/lame-lame-er-lamest.html' title='Lame, Lame-er, Lamest'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-6811363004898014549</id><published>2009-04-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:13:48.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Luck of the Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.leehansen.com/clipart/Holidays/StPatrick/images/luckotheirish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.leehansen.com/clipart/Holidays/StPatrick/images/luckotheirish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am just guessing that my family is Irish but I seriously have the luck of the Irish! On Friday when my parents were down we went to Roberts Craft Store after my graduation and we all entered to win a $50 Gift Card. Well don't worry that I am allergic to any sort of craft project so winning would not be any big of deal to me, but since my mom LOVES crafts and scarpbooking and all that nonsense... I mean goodness.. I entered my name. Don't worry.... I won! So my mom picked out some stuff for her and my sister and we used my gift card to buy it. Then, on Tuesday we went to Sonic to get some drinks and a treat. Well, they took my order and said.... some how your total is $0. Lol.... huh? Ok! So they brought out our FREE food! So that night at my first night at night school they were doing a drawing for our charity. You paid $2 for a raffle ticket and then you get a prize. They had pretty good prizes. So I thought... hmmm I want to see if I win. If I really do have luck or what. I probably won't win, but it's good because it goes to Charity. So I bought a ticket put my name and number no big deal. Then the drawing begisns. They were going to draw 10 people. So my chances were pretty good..... The first ticket drawn was mine!!! What the heck!??? I am not complaining but seriously! What is this? I don't hate it, but I really wish Utah had a lottery.... I'd go buy a lottery ticket. Probably a good thing they don't :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-6811363004898014549?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/6811363004898014549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=6811363004898014549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6811363004898014549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/6811363004898014549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/04/luck-of-irish.html' title='The Luck of the Irish'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-3032721444165851235</id><published>2009-03-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:03:58.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bud-Dah, Bud-Dah, BUD- DAHHHHH</title><content type='html'>Attention Blog World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Buddha aka Melissa Ann Hrncirik gets back on May 6th. Start planning the parade/party/ best day ever. Just in case you didn't notice I am excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-3032721444165851235?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3032721444165851235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=3032721444165851235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3032721444165851235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/3032721444165851235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/03/bud-dah-bud-dah-bud-dahhhhh.html' title='Bud-Dah, Bud-Dah, BUD- DAHHHHH'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6607149849221291511.post-8336020721492230130</id><published>2009-03-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:36:49.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A - Age: 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B - Bed size: full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;C - Chore you hate: folding clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D - Dad's Name: Rayme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E - Essential start your day item: Dr. Pepper, make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F - Favorite actor(s): I like Will Ferrell... he's funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G - Gold or Silver: silver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H - Height: 5'4"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I - Instruments you play(ed): Piano... a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J - Job title: UNEMPLOYED!!!! haha But I am a hairstylist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K - Kid(s): Just my boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;L - Living arrangements: My parents... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M - Mom's name: HOT Donna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N - Nicknames: Ok, the one only Nicole calls me... Face, but others call me Mama Seta, Meshka, Meesh, Mictchelly, and my personal Fav... Princess Michelle. Ok, no one calls me that but they should!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: I don't think I have ever had to stay overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P - Pet Peeve: Oh no... smacking food while eating, the pssst hand movement, biting fingernails, heavy breathing, Feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q - Quotes you like: Never let the Fear of Strking out keep you from playing the game. Yep, it's from a Cinderella Story!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;R - Right or left handed: Righty Tighty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S - Siblings: Nicole and Chyla sometimes :) haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T – Time you wake up: When my eyes open? Utah? 7:30am... LA? 10:30.. Washington? 9-10 lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;W - Ways you run late: Taking too long to get ready... oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;X - X-rays you've had: I had my ovaries Xrayed last year... that sucked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: Well, I am learning how to cook, But Fajiatas are my specialties right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z - Zodiac: Aquarius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6607149849221291511-8336020721492230130?l=michelleemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8336020721492230130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6607149849221291511&amp;postID=8336020721492230130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8336020721492230130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6607149849221291511/posts/default/8336020721492230130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleemily.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='Bored.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cO1Ksdt07Qc/Sdhir13MifI/AAAAAAAAALA/8rAE8EOpzgk/S220/IMG_1524.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
