<?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-1230065378559480466</id><updated>2011-06-21T19:29:19.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho GRITS</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a Carolina Girl gone west</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-5079133254622720085</id><published>2011-04-01T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:58:40.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hannah Jane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="Z-INDEX: 50; POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 45px; TOP: 30px; LEFT: 0px" id="tag"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-5079133254622720085?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/5079133254622720085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=5079133254622720085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5079133254622720085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5079133254622720085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-hannah-jane.html' title='Dear Hannah Jane...'/><author><name>Sallie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08373685565109897211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-5475527783225762790</id><published>2009-02-12T22:52:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:51:58.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sister Wilson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302156701502128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULbZB9wpI/AAAAAAAAARc/A5GdGq12R0g/s320/100_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the California Los Angeles Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You should report to the Missionary Training Center at Provo, Utah on Wednesday, 6 May 2009. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Spanish language. Your mission president may modify your specific assignment according to the needs of the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You have been recommended as one worthy to represent the Lord as a minister of the restored gospel. You will be an official representative of the Church. As such, you will be expected to maintain the highest standards of conduct and appearance by keeping the commandments, living mission rules, and following the counsel of your mission president. As you devote your time and attention to serving the Lord, leaving behind all other personal affairs, the Lord will bless you with increased knowledge and testimony of the Restoration and of the truths of the gospel of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your purpose will be to invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end. As you serve with all your heart, might, and strength, the Lord will lead you to those who are prepared to be baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Lord will reward you for the goodness of your life. Greater blessings and more happiness than you have yet experienced await you as you humbly and prayerfully serve the Lord in this labor of love among His children. We place in you our confidence and pray that the Lord will help you become an effective missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You will be set apart as a missionary by your stake president. Please send your written acceptance promptly, endorsed by your bishop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thomas S. Monson, President"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302156705617650306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULboXLooI/AAAAAAAAARk/r38kSGzmV78/s320/100_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES SPANISH SPEAKING!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302156704193428594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULbjDnvHI/AAAAAAAAARs/EF0FEZ0_vMg/s320/100_1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302156709772299634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULb31ujXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/JZNV3bRlp9o/s320/100_1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;It is official! And I am SO SO SO excited!!! I am, of course, following the trend/tradition of spanish speaking in our family; Joseph (Mexico), Wendy (Argentina), Sam (Venezuela), and Suzan (California) all served spanish speaking missions! Not only that, but every cousin on Dad's side of the family that served went spanish speaking as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Grandma Wilson, I guess you were right, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I still can't believe that this is actually happening! It's so crazy to think that I'm going to be a missionary in just less than 3 months!!! Wow. Awesome though. I really cannot describe just how excited I am, but believe you me, I am &lt;em&gt;beyond&lt;/em&gt; excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULcAgO1OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AEeplWVyX3U/s1600-h/100_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302156712098059490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULcAgO1OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/AEeplWVyX3U/s320/100_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;This is a missionary tag that Mom gave me over Christmas. She doesn't remember where exactly she got it (some ward or stake missionary calling years ago), but she wanted me to have it as kind of a reminder, and something to help me really be able to look forward to my mission! Thanks Mom - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the video of me opening/reading my call - sorry it doesn't have the very first part where I actually read where I'm going; I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wish it did, but somehow the camera missed that. Anyways, it's just me reading the rest of my letter (through the tears that started as soon as I read "Dear Sister Wilson,"), and then our chatting afterwards. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16f68bdcd5381748" 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://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16f68bdcd5381748%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331440338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F9E3917A2B3A60D80E36FC68E6E3C40323F9242.46E9D0AA64A1100CCCDE52290D95E2A7FE251B60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16f68bdcd5381748%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXVag1TMXhGCmknq2DDw6lIUcqM&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://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16f68bdcd5381748%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331440338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F9E3917A2B3A60D80E36FC68E6E3C40323F9242.46E9D0AA64A1100CCCDE52290D95E2A7FE251B60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16f68bdcd5381748%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeXVag1TMXhGCmknq2DDw6lIUcqM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you everyone for all of your love and support in all of this - it really means the world to me, and I pray that the Lord will pour out His blessings upon you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I Love You All, and I can't wait to LOVE BEING A MISSIONARY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Next up, going through the temple... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302167637880360818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZUVX-NuT3I/AAAAAAAAASM/o7U0Jry4gzA/s320/100_1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/1230065378559480466-5475527783225762790?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/5475527783225762790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=5475527783225762790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5475527783225762790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5475527783225762790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-sister-wilson.html' title='Dear Sister Wilson...'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZULbZB9wpI/AAAAAAAAARc/A5GdGq12R0g/s72-c/100_1191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-3504921606933072518</id><published>2009-02-12T13:20:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:54:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZSQHKBV_SI/AAAAAAAAARU/RKIerEcKeJQ/s1600-h/140253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302021113945390370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZSQHKBV_SI/AAAAAAAAARU/RKIerEcKeJQ/s320/140253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY CALL IS HERE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as I was getting out of my Cake Decorating class this morning (about 11:30am), I got 2 text messages from my roommates that said the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You got your call :)" -Tynj'a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh my goodness! Sallie Wilson! You're going on a mission! Not that of course I didn't know this but your call IS HERE" ...and immediately following that, "And might I add...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" -Megan/Bridget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;...7 minute pause in blogging... I just ran into another friend of mine and had to tell her too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Anyways, I got those texts and immediately FREAKED OUT!!!!! On top of it all though, I still had another class! I had an hour and a half class that I had to go to right then, and attempt to focus in? Yeah right. I immediately texted my parents, my brothers and sisters-in-law, and several close friends. Needless to say, the first few minutes of my class were spent sending and reading texts (I know, I know...that's horribly rude, and terrible manners, but COME ON!!!!!)Even though I knew I wouldn't be going home to open my call right after, I still couldn't focus for the life of me. I had pretty much zero interest in being in that class. Nevermind the fact that it was a test review day, which just made it even worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never fear though, I made it through. Now granted, I got out of there as soon as I possibly could!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If any of you read this before then, I will be opening my call around 5:30 or 6:00pm my time (MST) tonight! I would open it right away, but I'm waiting for some very important people to be available because I love them and want them to be a part of that. They are &lt;em&gt;VERY &lt;/em&gt;lucky that I love them so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's stinking hard to wait though!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To "distract" myself (and keep myself from opening it before tonight), I'm staying on campus, and will attempt to maybe study for my upcoming tests. We'll see how well that goes, huh? I DO have class (Women's Choir) from 3:15-4:15, and then I short meeting at 4:30, so that will help take up some time too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually, I think I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; take sometime to study my scriptures and prepare a little more spiritually before I open it tonight. That will help too--both to hopefully calm me down a little as well as help prepare me. This is a call from the &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, that's a good idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it's here!!! Nine days. It took a grand total of NINE DAYS for my call to come! Actually, technically only about eight and a half considering the fact that my papers went in Tuesday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I'm SO EXCITED!!!! Like I said in the last entry--it's all pins and needles now that it's actually here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and Joseph sent me a text earlier that said, "Aaron said you are going to the "temple" mission"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even my 3 year old nephew thinks I'm going to temple square!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come 6:00pm tonight, we'll find out for sure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-3504921606933072518?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/3504921606933072518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=3504921606933072518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/3504921606933072518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/3504921606933072518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-here.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZSQHKBV_SI/AAAAAAAAARU/RKIerEcKeJQ/s72-c/140253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-2636517276552036457</id><published>2009-02-11T13:42:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:21:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just by way of a quick update, I had my mission interview with my bishop on Sunday, February 1, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groundhog day was the next day, on which day Punxsutawney Phil apparently saw his shadow, meaning six more weeks of winter. This doesn't really bother or affect me that much, as here in Rexburg we will probably have six more MONTHS of winter, regardless of whether or not a silly groundhog n Pennsylvania "sees" his shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301660052505800770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZNHunV8sEI/AAAAAAAAARM/DpXHKxawKTE/s320/Punxsutawney+Phil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very next day, Tuesday the 3rd of February, I had an interview with my stake president, President Kevin Packard. In it was determined my full eligibility to serve a mission. Actually, it really was a wonderful experience to be able to have a personal interview with my stake president. He helped me better understand what my responsibilities as a missionary will be, as well as explaning exactly how the call process works. He is an awesome, inspired man, and I'm grateful to have him as one of my local priesthood leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He let me know that my papers would be sent in that night, and that if everything was in order as it should have been on Wednesday, I should have my mission call in about 10 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also asked if I would speak for 9 minutes in our Stake Conference on March 15th...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Wednesday, 11 February, 2009, eight days after my papers went in. That means that there is a very real possibility that my call could come tomorrow. TOMORROW!!!!! However, it might not...which is fine. I can wait patiently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; very excited, though it's not an anxious, running-to-the-mailbox-every-10-minutes-even-though-the-mail-has-already-come-today, sitting-on-pins-and-needles-through-every-class kind of excited. It's a very calm, somewhat subdued excitement. Part of that comes, I think, from the fact that this is still so surreal to me. I can't believe that I'm actually going on a mission. Like, for real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for all that, don't get me wrong, I am VERY excited!!! I &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;think about it all the time, and wonder, "have they made my call yet?" "Is one of the apostles sitting at a computer screen looking at my picture right now?" "I wonder where on earth I'll go? Maybe Scotland, or Kansas, or Canada, or Nauvoo?!" "hmmmmmm..." So yes, I am excited, and I do think about it a LOT, but the wait isn't killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301658484260113026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZNGTVLCioI/AAAAAAAAARE/qIExIVnKd7M/s320/cousins+weekend+089+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(see, this is my excited face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, you better believe that the day it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; come, I'll be waiting on pins and needles, probably unable to concentrate on anything in my classes, anxious to get home, gather my friends and roommates, call my family, and open that big white envelope to find out where in the world I'll be spending the next year and a half of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far, the guesses for where I'll go (collected from my "Sallie's Going on a Mission!" facebook group, as well as random friends I've talked to)have included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Australia (4 times, including one for Chinese-speaking), Sweden, Texas (Dallas, San Marcos, and one just Texas), Phoenix Arizona, Temple Square (7+ times - by far the most guessed), Florida (twice), Provo Utah, the Phillipines, Spain, Las Vegas, Portugal, the South, Spanish-speaking in the States, the Dominican Republic, American Sign Language, Canada (3 times), Europe (twice), California (LA, Long Beach, and one just California) , Connecticut, Yekaterinburg Russia (as well as one for just Russia), Oregon, the West Coast, Boise Idaho, Argentina, Northwest US, "somewhere in the US," Bolivia, Columbia, Venezuela, "some European country with a different, hard kind of language," and South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll sure be interesting to see, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301658481550413698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZNGTLE_z4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rrv8OkJBowk/s320/cousins+weekend+088+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do YOU think I'll go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it is, I can't wait to sign my letters "I LOVE BEING A MISSIONARY!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I'm keeping busy with school, etc, enjoying the snow (it's snowed a good 4 or 5 inches already today), and doing my best to just love life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;For those who are wondering about the call process, Pres. Packard said that the apostles have certain days that they are assigned to go in and make calls. They sit down in a room and have two computer screens in front of them. On one comes up a picture of the prospective missionary. On the other appears their info. The apostle looks at the missionary, and at their info, and by revelation makes the assignment of where they are to serve. In a matter of 4 hours, the apostle will probably make about 500 (yes, that's five &lt;em&gt;hundred)&lt;/em&gt; calls, and all by revelation. So no, missionary callings are not made by any sort of "missionary committee", but by revelation to one of the Lord's prophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pres. Packard &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have the above information on good authority -- Elder Cook, who set him apart as a stake president told him. I'd say that's a pretty good source, don't you think?&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/1230065378559480466-2636517276552036457?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/2636517276552036457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=2636517276552036457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/2636517276552036457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/2636517276552036457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SZNHunV8sEI/AAAAAAAAARM/DpXHKxawKTE/s72-c/Punxsutawney+Phil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-1891609162656554933</id><published>2009-01-25T23:27:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:58:34.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SX1a7FboI2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/qCznsogtnq4/s1600-h/missionary+study.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295488707974407010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SX1a7FboI2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/qCznsogtnq4/s320/missionary+study.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that most of you already know this, but for those who don't, and just for my own sake, I thought I'd at least briefly mention it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GOING ON A MISSION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, ladies and gentlemen...er, Brothers and Sisters, I have just finished my mission papers, and am now awaiting my final interviews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295488704058286642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SX1a62184jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xKsheOOepb4/s320/Mission+Papers!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, for the FAQs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I don't have my call yet.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As was previously mentioned, all I have left is my interviews before my papers go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, this is a fairly recent decision! I always talked about going on a mission when I was little, and I've thought about a mission on and off for a while, both prior to and since "coming of age," but not really seriously until just recently. As in General Conference recently (Sis. Allred's talk in the Sat. am session, to be exact). Things moved pretty quickly, and it's a really surreal feeling, but I'm excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those of you wondering when I turn 21, I'm currently 22 (I'll be 23 in May, possibly before I leave).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of you may be wondering what's going on with my "relationship status".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started dating a young man (Durk, pictured with me and the cow) in my ward shortly after deciding and starting my mission papers. Yes, he knew what he was getting into, and yes we did it anyway. I do realize that sisters have a different responsibility than elders when it comes to serving a full-time mission, and I know that I can change my mind at any time (trust me, my bishop made that VERY clear to me when I started this whole thing). Durk is amazing and wonderful, however, I really feel that I need to go. It's what I need to do right now, so that's what I'm doing. Durk is also very understanding and supportive, even though he was hoping for a slightly different outcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, we are currently still dating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, Durk is not going to be "waiting" for me. He and I had that discussion a long time ago, and both completely agree on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go through the temple as soon as I get my call!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm VERY excited for that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, I don't have anywhere in particular that I want to go. I have lots of places that I'd love to go, but will happily go wherever the Lord sends me. Whether I'm called to Chile or Kentucky, Russia or Temple Square, Venezuela or Canada, Europe, Idaho or anywhere in between, I will go and LOVE it! I had a friend say once that "every mission is "The BEST Mission In The World!" for the missionaries called to serve there."&lt;br /&gt;I really will be thrilled wherever I'm sent. The Lord knows what He's doing, and I trust that. I know that I'll go where I'm needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My paperwork went pretty quickly. I was blessed to find a great dentist here in Rexburg who does complete missionary exams (including x-rays) completely free! I got my wisdom teeth taken out when I was 17, and was cavity-free! Apparently that's pretty rare, because they were all surprised that I wouldn't need any extra work. I also now have a testimony of flossing. I've flossed most days since my last dentist appt (a little over a year ago?), and it WORKED!!! The dentist here noticed right away, which made me pretty happy, as well as fully converting me to the practice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the dr. stuff I did at the student health center, which was pretty quick and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing that took the longest was just getting around to taking my picture. That I did tonight (Sunday, 25 Jan 2009), then electronically submitted my papers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295488694232880418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SX1a6SPZFSI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fcz06B-cbf0/s320/100_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last semester, when I started filling out my papers, I wasn't sure when I'd turn them in because of school and everything. I decided to stay one more semester, which meant I couldn't turn them in until just recently (you can't turn them in before 3 months prior to your availability date). Hence all the talk and early prep last semester, and the only recent completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe I'm actually turning in mission papers and going on a mission. Weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am VERY excited, albeit a bit anxious and nervous at the same time. I know this will be a wonderful opportunity for me, and I'm grateful for the chance to be so completely immersed in the gospel for a year and a half, and even more excited to serve and bless the lives of others by sharing the gospel with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The church is true, the book is blue. Keep the commandments and you'll be happy too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll keep you all updated on the status of things, especially once I get my call!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295488708544044498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SX1a7HjcHdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5cECsqwrAl4/s320/missionary+service.bmp" border="0" /&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/1230065378559480466-1891609162656554933?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/1891609162656554933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=1891609162656554933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/1891609162656554933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/1891609162656554933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2009/01/mission.html' title='MISSION!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SX1a7FboI2I/AAAAAAAAAQk/qCznsogtnq4/s72-c/missionary+study.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-2513771696525386304</id><published>2008-12-11T19:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:42:38.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this Wednesday I got to something that I have ALWAYS wanted to do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I milked a Cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it seems kind of silly, but I really have always wanted to, and now I finally have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Durk has some friends (well, they're mine now too...), Curtis and Allison, who are dating, and Curtis's family lives on the edge of town. They have a few animals (a dog, cat, chickens, and 3 cows). They have a bull, a Jersey milk cow, and a little baby calf...SOOOOO cute!!! When I found out that they had a cow, and that they milk it by hand, I reallllllly wanted to go and milk it. Since they'd been wanting to anyways, we decided to go on a double date to milk the cow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went over to Curtis's house around 6:30, suited up in coveralls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHR-PikRPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rM3LSmv5C4M/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731105508541682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHR-PikRPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rM3LSmv5C4M/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Allison and I in our coveralls...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHR9180sPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JOlOy7MFYfI/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731098639347954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHR9180sPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JOlOy7MFYfI/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Me, Durk, Allison, Curtis...I felt like the odd one out in my blue) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...then we headed outside to get ready to milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is me meeting the cows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730861142198034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRwBNFxxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/qqGdWkgRHY4/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the bull. I don't remember his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRwSsO7uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/c4XrhN0P0bw/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730865836224226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRwSsO7uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/c4XrhN0P0bw/s320/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Everytime I turned away he would try to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Isabelle, the calf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRwHNgSPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UwvRMe-GXUE/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730862754547954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRwHNgSPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UwvRMe-GXUE/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was so cute, and had the cutest little moo ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRv7ZQpBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VWASkdK1kak/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730859582628882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRv7ZQpBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/VWASkdK1kak/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I liked her a lot. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRviO4KAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tSd-z-URrZI/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730852828194818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRviO4KAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tSd-z-URrZI/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we brought Betsy in and milked! I actually did really well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRHsw5BMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MeJuyjEF06g/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730168460444866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRHsw5BMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MeJuyjEF06g/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard people talk about how it's harder than you expect, but I didn't think it was bad at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRHSn8iWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pNvbAJp9B1g/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730161443604834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRHSn8iWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pNvbAJp9B1g/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granted, I wasn't amazing at it...I wasn't as fast as Curtis (who's been milking practically his whole life.),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRHDOYJzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BpUvMigh7e4/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730157309830962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRHDOYJzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BpUvMigh7e4/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and I missed the bucket a few times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRGz51RlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uKbPLfahpk0/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730153197127250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRGz51RlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uKbPLfahpk0/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but overall I think I did pretty darn good for my first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After we finished milking, we put some of the milk in a pan for the cat, and some more into a bottle for Isabella, and I got to feed it to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRGuu0K3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vMnCuyRCYpg/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278730151808740210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHRGuu0K3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/vMnCuyRCYpg/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She downed that bottle SO fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHQd4UrvtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/huVNcQEo7x4/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278729450008854226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHQd4UrvtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/huVNcQEo7x4/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After she finished the bottle, they told me to let her suck on my fingers. I was a little nervous about sticking my hand into the mouth of an animal like that, but it was actually really cool. Calves don't have teeth on top, and their tongue covers up their bottom teeth when they suck, so it didn't hurt at all. It just felt funny to have her suck on my hand. For whatever reason, I didn't expect my hand to be slimy when I pulled it out, but cow spit mixed with fresh milk makes for a pretty slimy mess (sorry, no pictures of my slimy hand)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that I didn't do was taste the fresh milk. I'm kind of ok with that though. Most people say that milk fresh from the cow is soooooo good, but I really like my milk cold, so I didn't know if I'd like it or not. Anyways, we strained it, took it inside and then strained it again, then came back into town and ate, hitting up the free stuff and discounts on our starving student cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a SUPER fun date night!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-2513771696525386304?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/2513771696525386304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=2513771696525386304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/2513771696525386304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/2513771696525386304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/12/moooooooooooo.html' title='MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SUHR-PikRPI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rM3LSmv5C4M/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-3054568988456785129</id><published>2008-12-06T16:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:48:13.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/STsIqGF6InI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wedPHElmUfQ/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276820907677590130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/STsIqGF6InI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wedPHElmUfQ/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so honestly, these aren't the most flattering pictures of me (because most of them were taken mid-sentence) , but they're still pretty cool! These were taken at our recent RecSports closing ceremonies, which were held in the Hart Auditorium. The stage and everything was set up pretty much like devotional (only they don't decorate with balloons and posters for devo...), and it was really cool to see it all come together. I was asked to conduct the meeting, which is what these pictures are of. Kenny (one of the other asst. directors) and I were laughing at how these really look like I was a devotional speaker or something. In any case, they're just kinda fun. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276820146532559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/STsH9ymyrGI/AAAAAAAAANs/z22VbW-o3Fs/s320/DSC07479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and on a slight side note with that, for those who don't know (and I'm pretty sure that most of you do because I think I've told everyone who looks at my blog...), I interviewed and was accepted to be Student Director for RecSports next semester!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276819811461051570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/STsHqSXhNLI/AAAAAAAAANk/dDLKAjpbmOE/s320/DSC00651.JPG" border="0" /&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/1230065378559480466-3054568988456785129?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/3054568988456785129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=3054568988456785129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/3054568988456785129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/3054568988456785129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/12/yep-thats-me-ok-so-honestly-these-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/STsIqGF6InI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wedPHElmUfQ/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-3631687435967122378</id><published>2008-11-04T17:32:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:20:21.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up...</title><content type='html'>I know this is ridiculously late, but better late than never, right? Since I haven't posted since, oh, August, here's some random pictures from this semester so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some more that I don't have on my computer yet, including pictures of the awesome Halloween box Mom and Dad sent, so I'll try to get them up soon...now that it's almost Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have some Thanksgiving pictures soon too. An entire week (and 2 days) off was soooooooo nice, and Star Valley (WY) was a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These first few are actually from the end of last semester...it is my pride and joy of my pranks so far! We decorated one of our FHE bro's car on the last day of summer semester. Yeah, he wasn't &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; getting married (hence the term "prank"). Needless to say, he wasn't quite as thrilled as we were, but he never did get us back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I realize that we did go a little more than over the top, but that's what happens when you have that many hands pranking at once. And don't worry, his car was fine, although he told us he's still finding glitter in there! I know, it's terrible and mean and awful, but it's also hillarious and totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966751379573778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrXYo4zBI/AAAAAAAAALE/HLHlmTfG8Yw/s320/just+married!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264970689440400722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8nDwRVI/AAAAAAAAANc/x7easE4Q1h4/s320/just+married+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8f56eGI/AAAAAAAAANU/jqr590z7qyI/s1600-h/just+married+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264970687520077922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8f56eGI/AAAAAAAAANU/jqr590z7qyI/s320/just+married+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8Z-oMhI/AAAAAAAAANM/gqVdlOqyfdk/s1600-h/just+married+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264970685929239058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8Z-oMhI/AAAAAAAAANM/gqVdlOqyfdk/s320/just+married+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8JAmv2I/AAAAAAAAANE/YioWsYq0GGA/s1600-h/just+married+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264970681374130018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDu8JAmv2I/AAAAAAAAANE/YioWsYq0GGA/s320/just+married+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, this was our I-Team group from the beginning of the semester. The guy standing behind and to the right of me (wearing glasses) was my partner, Davon. Way cool kid...born in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;1990&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He told me I was "as old as time"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He rad though, totally a stud, and will make a great missionary :) As a matter of fact, he sends his papers in a week before me. Who knows, maybe we'll end up in the same mission...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966762295659106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrYBTfCmI/AAAAAAAAALc/tNmr0IFh6eA/s320/i-team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are two of my roommates, Bridget and Whitney. They are actually my &lt;em&gt;room&lt;/em&gt;mates. My house has 4 bedrooms, but sleeps 11 girls, meaning that there are 3 to a room in three of the rooms, and 2 in the fourth room. Yes, the rooms are plenty big enough for 3, and it's really fun-I love living in a house with so many girls! It's a par-tay all the time! There's always a friend to talk to, and lots of luuuuv to go around! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967084809315202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrqywu44I/AAAAAAAAAMM/PFTc2DrINOU/s320/cute+roommies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bridget, Me, Whitney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967079168036114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrqdvvzRI/AAAAAAAAAME/eS2GFa1KrQM/s320/masks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bridget would kill me for this one, but I like it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is from a date I went on with my friend James. We went mini-golfing in the Benson building on campus. So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966753899481810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrXiBritI/AAAAAAAAALM/2J33tlMzx1w/s320/james+golf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first one is our "game face" picture. The second is our "golf clap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966757916571122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrXw_bdfI/AAAAAAAAALU/jVOBxKmQLgQ/s320/james+golf+clap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the Jack-o-Lanterns (Jack-a-punkins :) we carved as an FHE family! The first is the "Anime cat", the second one is a mix between a classic jack-o-lantern and a hillbilly pumpkin, and the third one is my pride and joy, our "Happy Halloween" pumpkin! All of them were free-handed, with mostly just kitchen knives. What can I say, we're pretty darn good...er somethin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264966764671753874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrYKJ_XpI/AAAAAAAAALk/qkwdwbFbn2w/s320/anime-lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967068481171170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrp17zLuI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZsdMaFPMBUQ/s320/jack-a-pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967073197496898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrqHgQmkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2EhgdvX2iB4/s320/jack-o-lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967073338582434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrqIB5ZaI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SwUoD8WLQTE/s320/glowing+jack-o-lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last, but not least, here are some pictures of Halloween night itself. The studly (albeit rather goofy) man I'm with is Indiana Jones...aka Durk Simkins :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was some sort of farm girl/cow girl.  I kinda threw the costume together last minute, but it turned out pretty cute!  I've decided that deep down, I really am a country girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note the freckles. They aren't real, but I kinda wish they were)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsUjco1SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rMeqsM4iwwE/s1600-h/DSCN3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967802253006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsUjco1SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rMeqsM4iwwE/s320/DSCN3524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsL1GNLpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/A16_QwAb4Ys/s1600-h/DSCN3525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967652371934866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsL1GNLpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/A16_QwAb4Ys/s320/DSCN3525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsLYFodxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iv0XJou89Bw/s1600-h/DSCN3526+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967644584900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsLYFodxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iv0XJou89Bw/s320/DSCN3526+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsKfn3chI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4UfQxFnxbCw/s1600-h/DSCN3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967629427667474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsKfn3chI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4UfQxFnxbCw/s320/DSCN3522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsKJSbMqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2WdRo2SJwUk/s1600-h/DSCN3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264967623432155810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDsKJSbMqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2WdRo2SJwUk/s320/DSCN3523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-3631687435967122378?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/3631687435967122378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=3631687435967122378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/3631687435967122378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/3631687435967122378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up...'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SRDrXYo4zBI/AAAAAAAAALE/HLHlmTfG8Yw/s72-c/just+married!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-4559119366402188297</id><published>2008-10-26T23:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:34:39.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I actually started this post a whiiiiiiiile ago, but couldn't ever get the video to upload right. Hopefully it works now!&lt;br /&gt;This is from a choir/symphony concert I sang in earlier this semester. It was Men's and Women's Choirs and Sinfonietta. A friend of a friend was recording it from the audience. Don't know how legal that was, but...&lt;br /&gt;It's a little weird to see myself singing/waiting to sing on camera. I think I have kind of a funny look on my face; it's me trying to have a "live," face with a little emotion in it, but it still looks goofy to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a bummer that I'm in the Women's Choir here but no one from home gets to ever see/hear me perform, so this is fun (if the video works!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called "Ezekial Saw De Wheel." I also have a video of "The Spirit of God," which was &lt;em&gt;awesome,&lt;/em&gt; but I haven't been able to get it to download (&lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt;load?) yet. As soon as I do, I'll post it! &lt;div id="tag" style="Z-INDEX: 50; LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 150px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 30px; HEIGHT: 45px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e18e8c808f761cca" 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://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De18e8c808f761cca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331440338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12FB657AFA304A13613782A30D65E8D01100C62A.44901DC67C1994F81C9D5584B4BD8453A3B7D598%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De18e8c808f761cca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxrixOo0RaP3_ChgKi6jDuyBv7Ic&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://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De18e8c808f761cca%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331440338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12FB657AFA304A13613782A30D65E8D01100C62A.44901DC67C1994F81C9D5584B4BD8453A3B7D598%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De18e8c808f761cca%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxrixOo0RaP3_ChgKi6jDuyBv7Ic&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-4559119366402188297?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e18e8c808f761cca&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/4559119366402188297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=4559119366402188297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/4559119366402188297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/4559119366402188297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-actually-started-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-1077122309807278768</id><published>2008-08-28T23:07:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:21:27.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="Z-INDEX: 50; LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 150px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 30px; HEIGHT: 45px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some pictures from my summer break at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802429177821042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeEjDRfd3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z_7QCOxrTng/s320/101_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite kids on the entire planet! This is little Samuel (Sam and Suzan's little guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239802942225904546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeFA6hr86I/AAAAAAAAAGo/2jypaxSC3sc/s320/101_0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here are my other favorite little people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(pictures from our trip to Indiana to see Joseph, Wendy &amp;amp; co.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239803312126205602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeFWcgynqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/c8u1QyABSA0/s320/DSCN4733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Aunt Say-ee" and Aaron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809439107526450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeK7FS-LzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RU3yNz2pq8o/s320/DSCN4739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside with Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806945235453602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeIp65iRqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9HZ7Nuna2ng/s320/DSCN4780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after Joseph finished his triathalon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239803833569139362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeF0zCeWqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uOatTnxmKhw/s320/DSCN4764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bedtime bottle and stories :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239804973027778770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeG3H2lYNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-UmSOHEqbac/s320/DSCN4799.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239805807747928770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeHntbYEsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y0cSW39rVvA/s320/DSCN4817.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...and in the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239804842462546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeGvhdaCOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7e3E42dj3cY/s320/DSCN4818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one of my all-time favorite pictures of Aaron with "Mommy-pappa"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262054562352258962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SQaSvrG635I/AAAAAAAAAK8/g7Nz6qeC5uw/s320/DSCN4781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-1077122309807278768?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/1077122309807278768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=1077122309807278768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/1077122309807278768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/1077122309807278768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/08/summertime.html' title='Summertime...'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SLeEjDRfd3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z_7QCOxrTng/s72-c/101_0548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-1960582028109129537</id><published>2008-07-07T14:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:35:15.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SHJ8xyugn-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/eQ-bNDYp7Xk/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220372112948109282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SHJ8xyugn-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/eQ-bNDYp7Xk/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the 4th of July weekend, a group of us went to my friend Kelsie's house in Boise, ID (well, technically they live in Meridian). It was SO fun! We went down to the river on Friday and went fishing for a little bit. We threw everything back, but I mostly just like to do the actual fishing - I don't like to eat fish (I think they're gross). But guess what? I caught 3 bass!!! For those who know the story, this is a huge deal for me! The last time I went fishing, I fished off of a pier for 5 hours, and all I caught was a stupid seagull. Needless to say, I was pretty proud of myself this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-1960582028109129537?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/1960582028109129537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=1960582028109129537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/1960582028109129537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/1960582028109129537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-fish.html' title='Go Fish!'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SHJ8xyugn-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/eQ-bNDYp7Xk/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-752669873023275435</id><published>2008-06-19T11:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:02:46.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday My Prince Will Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213652076375450610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SFqc8LrWI_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/geAQrZA495A/s320/sallie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boy, and when he does... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213652824385227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SFqdnuOxiYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9j20cVILmVw/s320/sallie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213652705081555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SFqdgxyj_BI/AAAAAAAAAFo/7HgsN8GLetU/s320/kissing+brides.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This was our AWESOME Enrichment activity last night! Our Bishop's wife, Sis. Tolman, used to work at a bridal shop in IF, so she was able to let us come in after hours and try on dresses! It was fun because the group was small enough that we all got to try on dresses at the shop. SO MUCH FUN!!! I honestly felt like such a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213652951387996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SFqdvHWmArI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n2ao4n44PSM/s320/rsb+groberg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got done at the bridal shop, we went to the Tolman's house and Sis. Groberg (in the center of the back row, wearing red), who is currently the Matron of the Idaho Falls temple, and dear friends with our bishop and his family, came and spoke to us about the temple.  It was wonderful!  She talked a lot about the importance of us keeping the temple as a center focus in our lives, that it will help us better learn and understand our true purpose and identity.  What a wonderful night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-752669873023275435?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/752669873023275435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=752669873023275435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/752669873023275435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/752669873023275435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-my-prince-will-come.html' title='Someday My Prince Will Come...'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SFqc8LrWI_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/geAQrZA495A/s72-c/sallie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-5775229527770721270</id><published>2008-05-05T11:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:35:33.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I NEED it!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SB9EELc1rGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BTHlnWtfCMU/s1600-h/DSCN6815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196947333592755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SB9EELc1rGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BTHlnWtfCMU/s320/DSCN6815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just had to put this in here, and Wendy's newest blog with this picture of Aaron was perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joseph, Wendy, Sam and Suzan and all the little boys were in Aiken this weekend, so I thought it was awesome when I got a happy birthday email today from my friend back home, Melanie, with this p.s.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"P.S. your nephews are so cute!!! In sacrament meeting Aaron kept going 'I NEED it, I NEED the book!' It was rather cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love those kids!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-5775229527770721270?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/5775229527770721270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=5775229527770721270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5775229527770721270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5775229527770721270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-it.html' title='&quot;I NEED it!&quot;'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SB9EELc1rGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BTHlnWtfCMU/s72-c/DSCN6815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-5948119684478807457</id><published>2008-05-02T18:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:47:27.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland...Happy May</title><content type='html'>May 1st, and I wake up to a scene much like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195945425096780866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBu01bc1rEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uQqPjuu1hs8/s320/101_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were actually taken the week before (exactly), when it snowed like crazy for most of the day, but it looked pretty much the same. My roommate Chelsea always has the best attitude about everything, so when we all complained about the snow she said, "It's ok, let's just pretend like it's Christmas or something!" Maybe we should just leave our Christmas decorations up all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195945433686715474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBu017c1rFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_cy_koUD47g/s320/101_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not all that bad. It's been getting up into the 60's the rest of the time! We've just had a few days of this. I had a classmate that came into class on Thursday (the first day of MAY) and said, "So when they die, somebody needs to have a talk with God about this weather!" I suppose we should just be "grateful for the moisture," but I'd appreciate it coming in the form of rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Idaho. If you don't like the weather, wait 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a78b5fbd1deb8ca7" 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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da78b5fbd1deb8ca7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331440338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0F06E73222D4FF9A8E2AFAEF55565D3E1A4932.73195E8D97A90FF9C72B169CEB10CC7D2A8267B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da78b5fbd1deb8ca7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3smdIPca1gImMOtethae3sFVcpo&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://v22.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da78b5fbd1deb8ca7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331440338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0F06E73222D4FF9A8E2AFAEF55565D3E1A4932.73195E8D97A90FF9C72B169CEB10CC7D2A8267B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da78b5fbd1deb8ca7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3smdIPca1gImMOtethae3sFVcpo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so long as it doesn't snow on my birthday. That's all I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-5948119684478807457?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a78b5fbd1deb8ca7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/5948119684478807457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=5948119684478807457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5948119684478807457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/5948119684478807457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/05/walkin-in-winter-wonderlandhappy-may.html' title='Walkin&apos; in a Winter Wonderland...Happy May'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBu01bc1rEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uQqPjuu1hs8/s72-c/101_0503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-6072377823763522580</id><published>2008-05-02T16:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T18:47:37.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK HOW CUTE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ta-Da!!! Here is my first project from my children's sewing class! We did a baby cap and pair of booties, and I am absolutely thrilled at how well they turned out! I love just how teeny tiny they are! Both were pretty easy to make, but the booties were tricky because they are so small. The toughest part was sewing the white ribbing (the sock/cuff part) onto the top of the foot.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I LOVE this class! And I mean, honestly -- look how cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuxW7c1rAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MnN5nv4lhA8/s1600-h/101_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195941602575887362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuxW7c1rAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MnN5nv4lhA8/s400/101_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuaSrc1q_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/_jgCbDAnkoE/s1600-h/101_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195942792281828402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuycLc1rDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/egfEq6_i96k/s320/101_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195942787986861090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuyb7c1rCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oYyUKCPc_9Y/s320/101_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195942770806991890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuya7c1rBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JAHzFMniSNY/s320/101_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-6072377823763522580?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/6072377823763522580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=6072377823763522580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/6072377823763522580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/6072377823763522580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-how-cute.html' title='LOOK HOW CUTE!!!!!'/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SBuxW7c1rAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MnN5nv4lhA8/s72-c/101_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-8658941017847899879</id><published>2008-04-23T12:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:55:33.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SA98XLc1q-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwVKH1wBoLc/s1600-h/womens+choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192505633034054626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 580px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SA98XLc1q-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwVKH1wBoLc/s400/womens+choir.jpg" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SA98Cbc1q9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LQpxwGkTMkg/s1600-h/womens+choir.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I know it's kinda hard to read, but this is the email I got today letting me know that I made BYU-Idaho Women's Choir!!! I'm at the bottom of the Alto 1 list. If you click on the picture, it will bring it up full-size, so that you can read it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first real, official audition choir (well, besides the District 3 Elementary Honors Choir back in the day), and I'm really, really excited! This is a little silly, but one of the things I'm most excited about is our choir dresses! Maybe when I get mine, I'll post a picture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I auditioned on Saturday (the 19th) for Sis. Ashby, the choir conductor, by myself, then went to call backs yesterday with all of the girls who auditioned. I was really nervous for my audition on Saturday, since it was just me by myself, but it went pretty well, and Sis. Ashby helped me feel really comfortable and confident. One part of the audition was an ear training exercise, where she would play a really weird series of notes and then have me sing them back. I have to admit, I'm pretty proud of this, because I got almost everything perfect, and she told me that we have music majors here that can't do that as well as I did. I thought that was pretty cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For call back auditions yesterday, we sang in pairs within our section so that she could arrange us the way she wanted (to get each of us by other singers our voices blended well with), and then she sent out this final list this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my new roommates is also in the choir with me (Megan Chelson - also an Alto 1), so it'll be fun having someone I really know to go with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Choir does some pretty cool performances with Men's Choir and Collegiate Singers (the top choir here--they actually sang with the MoTabs for Music and the Spoken Word a few weeks ago!) that I'm really looking forward to this semester, including performances of "Savior of the World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230065378559480466-8658941017847899879?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/8658941017847899879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=8658941017847899879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/8658941017847899879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/8658941017847899879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-so-i-know-its-kinda-hard-to-read-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SA98XLc1q-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwVKH1wBoLc/s72-c/womens+choir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230065378559480466.post-2446198815727836011</id><published>2008-04-08T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:44:50.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;This is me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/R_w7gXMJTLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DUmm-WqaQPE/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187086297990778034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/R_w7gXMJTLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DUmm-WqaQPE/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1230065378559480466-2446198815727836011?l=idahogrits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/feeds/2446198815727836011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230065378559480466&amp;postID=2446198815727836011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/2446198815727836011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230065378559480466/posts/default/2446198815727836011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idahogrits.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Idaho GRITS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18242968300184382034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/SK8eGfupnAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0ZdjiewD_so/S220/224637.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-WL4NDouGcQ/R_w7gXMJTLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DUmm-WqaQPE/s72-c/129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
