<?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-1292723471848814143</id><updated>2011-09-25T19:43:23.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust and Sparkly Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” 
     ~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-5787002991438609452</id><published>2011-09-25T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:43:23.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;So I'm just chillin' in Rexburg this fine Sunday evening.  We just enjoyed a roommate dinner of Shepherd's Pie.  We all contributed ingredients.  I donated potatoes... again.  I have a 20 pound bag, so I also made some fabulous mashed potatoes last Sunday for our pot-luck roommate dinner.  Last week we had pot roast w/ veggies, mashed potatoes, garlic knots, lemonade, and caramel pecan brownies for dessert.  We're pretty much Sunday dinner professionals.  I shall use this post to introduce you to the Abby Lane Manor 102 Crew!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6XZ9YIRSDU/Tn_gcEL38SI/AAAAAAAAA94/dUibr2uWVpc/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6XZ9YIRSDU/Tn_gcEL38SI/AAAAAAAAA94/dUibr2uWVpc/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656486429765136674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Beginning on the left is Jessica B.- 19 yrs. old.  She's an art major from Upstate New York.  She's very talented in the kitchen and her favorite color is lime green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Next is Allison G.- 21 yrs. old.   She's from Colorado Springs, CO.  She's an English major- professional writing emphasis w/ clusters in French and Figure Drawing.  She's got an awesome sense of personal style.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Erika W. is third from the left, 23 yrs. old.  She's from Boise, ID studying elementary education.  We're very kindred spirits and have lots of fun together.  She writes great poetry and loves going to the temple as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Camille E. is next, also 23 yrs. old. We are room-roommates.  She's a University Studies major from Portland, OR.  Her minors are in Humanities and Geography.  She has some sweet cross stitch skills and is a joy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="LEFT"&gt;Last but not least, is Mary J.- 20 yrs. old, also from Upsate New York.  She's engaged to Jessica's brother Mark and will be getting married in December.  She's studying elementary education and has a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;I feel very blessed to live which such fabulous women!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYfiSXMcrXw/Tn_gcVnSWdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/21ZRs5UGVj0/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYfiSXMcrXw/Tn_gcVnSWdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/21ZRs5UGVj0/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656486434443516370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-5787002991438609452?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5787002991438609452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=5787002991438609452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5787002991438609452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5787002991438609452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-can-tell-that-we-are-gonna-be-friends.html' title='I Can Tell That We Are Gonna Be Friends'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6XZ9YIRSDU/Tn_gcEL38SI/AAAAAAAAA94/dUibr2uWVpc/s72-c/IMG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-8224161062750026696</id><published>2011-08-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:43:06.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Dance You Learn as You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As of yesterday I've officially been a returned missionary for two months!  Is it a  little nuts that I'm an RM?  That label actually applies to me?  Yes.  But it's a good thing.  I wouldn't trade my mission for anything! I loved it SO much, and even though it was so hard- it was so simple and wonderful.  So how do I feel about my life right now?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's far more complicated than my mission.  My focus is now divided in a hundred directions and I have to strive for balance instead of having one very clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm so incredibly blessed. I started working right after I got home.  I have amazing friends, a wonderful ward, and an AWESOME family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dating is ridiculous.  Not really... it's good... just exhausting and frustrating sometimes.  At least I'm going on dates and having fun w/ it :)  It's just so complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's nice to be able to spend time working on healthy habits now that my time is a little more "mine".  I bike to and from work almost every day. It's nice that I get to choose what I eat most of the time (not that I always make wise choices).  I love doing yoga, random video workouts, and hiking when I get the chance.  This morning- I fell in love w/ Zumba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Being a "grown up" is hard- dealing w/ medical bills, large purchases like my new laptop, and replanning out my schooling, etc. ... I get pretty overwhelmed by that stuff.  I may be 23, but w/o my mom I might just explode w/ stress sometimes bein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g an "adult".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm so grateful for the gospel.  Life may be complicated, but the gospel of Jesus Christ is simple and true and I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post isn't necessarily clever or well written&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; or possibly even interesting, but it's past time for me to start blogging again.  So welcome back to Stardust and Sparkly Stuff my friends!  Stay tuned for more interesting stuff!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P98ytAvO4qQ/TlKU7jBD54I/AAAAAAAAA9w/7EMDMeE9E74/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643737033781536642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/1292723471848814143-8224161062750026696?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8224161062750026696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=8224161062750026696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/8224161062750026696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/8224161062750026696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2011/08/lifes-dance-you-learn-as-you-go.html' title='Life&apos;s a Dance You Learn as You Go'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P98ytAvO4qQ/TlKU7jBD54I/AAAAAAAAA9w/7EMDMeE9E74/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-4807557006350242366</id><published>2010-01-12T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:49:47.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leavin' on a Jet Plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/S0zEPfCNDnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/R4UwGbi3rKs/s1600-h/DSC09412s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425927421382430322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/S0zEPfCNDnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/R4UwGbi3rKs/s320/DSC09412s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving on my mission tomorrow! I'll be in the Provo MTC for 2-3 weeks, and then will head for Texas! I'm so very happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance I may post on here later today, but after that no new posts will appear on this particular blog for the next 18 months. (don't stop following it- I'll be back ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome sister will be posting and updating all about my mission at &lt;a href="http://sisterpilmer.blogspot.com/"&gt;sisterpilmer.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow it! Leave comments! All my contact info and such will also be there if you want to write me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-4807557006350242366?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4807557006350242366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=4807557006350242366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/4807557006350242366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/4807557006350242366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-leaving-on-my-mission-tomorrow-ill.html' title='I&apos;m Leavin&apos; on a Jet Plane!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/S0zEPfCNDnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/R4UwGbi3rKs/s72-c/DSC09412s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-6619142280118380145</id><published>2010-01-03T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:10:26.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama, I just want you to know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     It’s hard for me to believe it’s possible, but as I prepare to leave for 18 months, I have indeed become MORE sappy! I’m very driven by relationships and care deeply for so many people in my life. I have been blessed with many treasured friends and an incredible family- both immediate and extended. There is one person though, that I feel I should blog about this evening. If you couldn’t guess by the title… It’s my mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422778366609731234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/S0GUMX1yLqI/AAAAAAAAAns/ZXPzOdZfP-A/s320/20090707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nobody in the whole world quite like my mother, and I love her so much! She’s an absolutely incredible woman full of light and love. She has so much patience and is such a strength to our family. Here’s a small sampling of why I love my mom and our awesome relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If we go out to eat, there’s about a 90% chance that we’ll order the exact same thing or even split an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s probably the reason I listen to country music. (She listened to it in the car, when we ran errands together when I was little.) We have so much fun when we go to country concerts together! (Especially Collin Raye, Tracy Byrd, or Little Texas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s a great shopping companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s always willing to help me with a sewing project, and loves me to help her with craft projects. We make a fabulous team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We love BYU football, and are more passionate Cougar fans than anyone else in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s always been a mom first, and a friend second- laying down the law when it was needed. I believe that to be a key reason why we can now be such great friends and have such a healthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s always been so respectful and supportive of my choices and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Her love is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She lives her testimony of the gospel and is an amazing example of faith and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s a great cook and a great source of practical kitchen advice. (And she always willing to email a recipe to me or answer cooking questions over the phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She’s one of my favoritest people to talk to in the whole wide world. Whether I want to chat about nonsense, vent about a boy, or talk through something serious, she’s always there with a willing ear and usually the right thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She has mommy magic, and also she just might know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having served a mission herself, she has been such a support and help as I prepare to serve. I honestly don’t know how I could have handled all the logistics of mission prep without her and her awesome support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list could go on for quite awhile, but since I need to get to bed I’ll end it here for now. Just know that my mom is a hero to me and represents so much of who I want to be. I told my brother earlier tonight, “If I can be half the mommy that Mommy is, I’ll be a good mommy. “ His response? “Truth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody says it quite like Boyz II Men, so please enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAh0Tn0B8Gk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAh0Tn0B8Gk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-6619142280118380145?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6619142280118380145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=6619142280118380145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/6619142280118380145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/6619142280118380145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/mama-i-just-want-you-to-know.html' title='Mama, I just want you to know...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/S0GUMX1yLqI/AAAAAAAAAns/ZXPzOdZfP-A/s72-c/20090707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-1043636578673896295</id><published>2009-12-30T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:59:23.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Turn Off the Sun, But I'm Still Gonna Shine!</title><content type='html'>I caught up on reading my friends’ blogs this afternoon, and am relieved to know I’m not the only one who didn’t post enough (or at all) over the holidays. Between finishing up school, enjoying the holidays, and preparing to leave on my mission… blogging just took a backseat for the last couple of months. I’m still alive though and doing fabulously! I have a goal of posting at least every other day until I leave on my mission. (more if I can manage it) In two weeks though, I enter the Missionary Training Center! Crazy huh? It’s coming so fast! I am incredibly excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finishing up school was quite the adventure… especially the last 24 hours I spent Rexburg. The Thursday afternoon before I returned home to Utah (Friday afternoon), I had finally finished all my finals (which were all projects, no exams). Brandt came over to hang out with Emily, Katy, and me to say goodbyes and play for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288593740888610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SzxJQLbNeiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-sFZzdAVSb4/s320/2009-12-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a grand time, and taking lots of pics, when suddenly the power went out. We already had the camera out, so Brandt and I pretended to be scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288611390724882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SzxJRNLQmxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Etzr6doU0Jg/s320/222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend in the dorms said that there were tons of little freshman girls actually scared… screaming freshman girls in the dark… I’m really glad I wasn’t there. We were a little confused, but one of my roommates’ mom called the power company, and discovered that an entire substation had gone down. The power was out across several towns. So we spent the next while creating our own power outage fun. We tested our cell phones to see whose light was the brightest: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288614080833282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SzxJRXMoZwI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YkUeU0SRiv0/s320/223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We frolicked in the icy parking lot and went for a drive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288619305450034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SzxJRqqRujI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ZWoaUom5JVg/s320/224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brandt went home, and it was just Emily and I hanging out. I realized I might be in for a cold night considering all my blankets and bedding were in Utah. Justin came up Tuesday night and took all my stuff back with him. All I had for bedding was my little bean pillow and my new pink snuggie… Emily took pity on me and we decided to drag our top mattresses into the living room for a power outage sleepover. We used Emily’s awesome comforter and slept warmly with our matching bean pillows. The power did come on in the middle of the night, but we had fun in the meantime. We enjoyed some fun girl talk, and of course Oreos! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421288601968308834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SzxJQqEx8mI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hTx6DQLY3M0/s320/2009-12-201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my schedule for White Glove cleaning and wrapping everything up in Rexburg got set back because of the power outage… It was a fun adventure. Thanks to my awesome roomies and friends for making it so fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-1043636578673896295?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1043636578673896295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=1043636578673896295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/1043636578673896295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/1043636578673896295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-can-turn-off-sun-but-im-still-gonna.html' title='You Can Turn Off the Sun, But I&apos;m Still Gonna Shine!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SzxJQLbNeiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-sFZzdAVSb4/s72-c/2009-12-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-7633904905092650953</id><published>2009-11-14T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:10:08.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are the Moments, These Are the Times</title><content type='html'>After our temple session Friday night, my family and I set out to enjoy some quality time together in Rexburg. Our first initiative was to get some dinner at Craigo's- a Rexburg original pizza place. You can tell you're in Idaho when they serve pizza with potatoes on it :) I really like Craigo's and it was fun to share it with my family. After dinner we were all pretty tired, and went back to the hotel they were staying at for a little hot tubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived the hot tub was fully occupied so my sister and I decided to try sitting on a ledge in the pool... it wasn't quite the same. It was however,, entirely entertaining. A father, two little daughters, and one little son (all probably age 10 and under) were playing in the pool. The father was trying deperately to keep his kids from bothering us or any other guests. The children were trying desperately to be normal, rowdy, little kids in the pool. We were splashed over and over and the little girls liked swimming over to us and explaining how they used to take swimming lessons and such. The boy was my favorite though, he was shouting across the pool to his dad trying to get some attention, and it sounded something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad! Dad! I'll swim for you! Dad, Dad! I'll swim for you! Hey Dad! Dad! I'll swim for you Dad! ....."like a monkey! or a soldier! I can swim like a monkey!.... or a soldier! ... or a monkey!... or a soldier!... Hey Dad! I'll swim for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After half an hour or so, my mom eventually asked the current hot tub occupants if we could have a turn and they were very nice about it. The boys came out and joined us, and we enjoyed chatting and relaxing. The spot I sat in had like 5 awesomely powerful jets on my back, and it was SO nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBMKv5J39I/AAAAAAAAAmg/nYaU2tEH9Io/s1600-h/Picasa+ready+11092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404403300383186898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBMKv5J39I/AAAAAAAAAmg/nYaU2tEH9Io/s320/Picasa+ready+11092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying pizza and the hot tub~ (that's Amanda trying the "Spudalicious Pizza")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hot tub, we left the parents to get some shut eye and headed back to my apartment. The three of us had fun playing air hockey in my lounge. Amanda and I are pretty even in skill, and Justin can dominate both of us. The best part was while giggling uncontrollably, I scored 4 points for Justin (hitting the puck into my own goal) in rapid succession. After the fourth one, he and I both lost it and melted to the floor in hysteric laughter. It was fabulous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBPeSp_l8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/q_wflMpNq24/s1600-h/Picasa+ready+11093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404406934667237314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBPeSp_l8I/AAAAAAAAAmw/q_wflMpNq24/s320/Picasa+ready+11093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;air hockey fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the apartment to chill with my roomies. Brandt also came over to hang out with us and we mostly vegged a bit while Emily (roommate, not me) finished watching "Annie" on TV. Pickle headed back to the hotel, and the rest of us sat around being ridiculous, chatting, watching you tube, and letting Brandt entertain us. For a glimpse into our craziness, read some quotes of the evening in my &lt;a href="http://thebookguardian.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-ya-gotta-have-friends.html"&gt;sister's blog post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBMLGVFp9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/crVpSRbeyw0/s1600-h/Picasa+ready+11094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404403306405930962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBMLGVFp9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/crVpSRbeyw0/s320/Picasa+ready+11094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chillin' at my apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of the many ways Brandt entertained us (that's Amanda blogging in the background):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92c7bd1864060d05" 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://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92c7bd1864060d05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444018%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4744AB3CA5AFE0A617AE1DC578EFBDFEBE061DFF.4681934B5011BAFC9CE447C5F13BFB3F7A3798DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92c7bd1864060d05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqphfmKKJEdfJNenfcTrKFbfPpj8&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://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92c7bd1864060d05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444018%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4744AB3CA5AFE0A617AE1DC578EFBDFEBE061DFF.4681934B5011BAFC9CE447C5F13BFB3F7A3798DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92c7bd1864060d05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqphfmKKJEdfJNenfcTrKFbfPpj8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I tried to be cool and watch "Brothers Grimm" while we had our sleepover in my living room. It didn't really work. We crashed too quickly. I was SO sleepy when it was time to wake up. The fam headed out around 9:30 Saturday morning which was far too soon. I already miss them! It made me feel very loved to have them all in Rexburg with me. I love them SOOOOOOOO much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-7633904905092650953?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7633904905092650953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=7633904905092650953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7633904905092650953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7633904905092650953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-are-moments-these-are-times.html' title='These Are the Moments, These Are the Times'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SwBMKv5J39I/AAAAAAAAAmg/nYaU2tEH9Io/s72-c/Picasa+ready+11092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-6481725896598559435</id><published>2009-11-14T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:52:44.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart Don't Forget Somethin' Like That</title><content type='html'>In preparation for my mission, I was able to go through the temple for the first time last night.  It was a very special, spiritual, and sacred experience.  I know I won't remember a lot of what happened, but I will always remember how I felt.  One of the very best parts?  My whole immediate family was able to be there with me.  I'm the youngest and the last to go through, and it was such a sweet moment to see my beautiful family all together in the Celestial room of the temple.  I love them so very much.  Even with leaving out details, I do realize this is a rather personal post... it just makes me so happy that I just have to share how happy I am and why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my amazing little family in front of the Rexburg temple last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sv9eW2--xVI/AAAAAAAAAmY/F8samz3fMio/s1600-h/mom%27s+cam+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sv9eW2--xVI/AAAAAAAAAmY/F8samz3fMio/s320/mom%27s+cam+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404141824677692754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-6481725896598559435?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6481725896598559435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=6481725896598559435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/6481725896598559435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/6481725896598559435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-dont-forget-somethin-like-that.html' title='A Heart Don&apos;t Forget Somethin&apos; Like That'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sv9eW2--xVI/AAAAAAAAAmY/F8samz3fMio/s72-c/mom%27s+cam+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-7610763684372818067</id><published>2009-11-13T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:47:55.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up, I Wanna be Famous</title><content type='html'>My first photo shoot for Mormon Artist magazine has finally been published!  I'd tell you more about the magazine and what they do... but it's probably more effective for you to just go read it on their web site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographing Jack Weyland was a lot of fun.  He's a very sweet man, who's pretty shy about the whole photography thing, but was a really good sport!  My favorite photo from the shoot is the angled black and white one, so I was really happy they chose to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://mormonartist.net/issue-7/jack-weyland/"&gt;article featuring my photos&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the&lt;a href="http://mormonartist.net/"&gt; home page&lt;/a&gt; of the magazine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-7610763684372818067?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7610763684372818067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=7610763684372818067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7610763684372818067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7610763684372818067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-famous.html' title='When I Grow Up, I Wanna be Famous'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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-1292723471848814143.post-7653638301632554515</id><published>2009-11-11T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:58:47.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Haven't Met You Yet . . .</title><content type='html'>It's that time again!! Song of the week! I was right about Wednesday's being crazy overwhelming though. I really don't have time for this, but that's why I need to do it. It's healthy to take a break and enjoy a little music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a lot of you have already heard this song, and hopefully already love it. Regardless though, you should definitely check out the music video. I'm always a fan of breaking into song and dance in everyday places. I wish it happened in real life on a regular basis. (I mean... including people besides me... it's not as fun when you're the only person singing and dancing. And yes, I really do sing and dance in random places, including the grocery store.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Michael :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-7653638301632554515?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7653638301632554515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=7653638301632554515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7653638301632554515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7653638301632554515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-havent-met-you-yet.html' title='Just Haven&apos;t Met You Yet . . .'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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-1292723471848814143.post-6552947683663196886</id><published>2009-11-09T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:39:13.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates! Meet the Roommates!</title><content type='html'>I have some pretty rad roommates this semester.  Here's a little about each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily (yes, we have two Emily's) is 18 and is from Maryland.  She's a Mechanical Engineering major and is very smart.  She's also very talented at painting cool nail designs, and she happily helps me make my nails look awesome on a regular basis.  She really likes Toaster Strudel and Spaghettio's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjJCo7cFrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/l8u5EhqHdwM/s1600-h/perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjJCo7cFrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/l8u5EhqHdwM/s320/perry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402288800214554290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(enjoying some magical hot chocolate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun is also 18 and is  room-roommates with Emily and is from Korea and California.  She's also incredibly brilliant, and just applied for the Nursing program.  She has a rice cooker that speaks Korean... we're pretty sure it's throwing insults at us... possibly plotting to explode and kill us.  Everything Chun ever does is pretty much adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjKDuV7DUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5OMejxhypso/s1600-h/chun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjKDuV7DUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/5OMejxhypso/s320/chun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402289918359309634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Chun trying on some 3-D glasses we bought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is 19 from Malad, Idaho... and I have no idea what she is studying or if she even knows.  She is off track, and just working this semester.  She likes having fun, dancing, dressing up, whatever!  She's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjLy1UT8rI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9oEUmm-OmoM/s1600-h/nessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjLy1UT8rI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9oEUmm-OmoM/s320/nessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402291827197080242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Chillin' while we watch a movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren rooms with Vanessa.  She is 19, from California, and engaged to be married in less than 2 weeks!  She's not around all that much, being busy with school, wedding planning, and being engaged.  She's also applying for the Nursing program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjM81kma0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/29u7IklMPUY/s1600-h/luren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjM81kma0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/29u7IklMPUY/s320/luren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402293098575719234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lauren w/her fiance Allen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but certainly not least, is my roomie Katey!  She's 19 (almost 20) from California.  She is hoping to get into the Photography program, and is a very talented photographer!  She and I had fun doing a photo shoot together a couple of weeks ago... and we pretty much have fun together all the time.  She loves all things Johnny Depp and has an awesome sense of style.  I could brag about her forever.  We were basically meant to be roommates and she rocks my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjQ0Pebe_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/U4LhW65FGEk/s1600-h/dance%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjQ0Pebe_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/U4LhW65FGEk/s320/dance%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402297348956847090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(at a black light dance party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are the girls I live with!  We have a lot of fun together, and learn a lot from each other.  It's a fabulous apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-6552947683663196886?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6552947683663196886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=6552947683663196886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/6552947683663196886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/6552947683663196886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/roommates-meet-roommates.html' title='Roommates! Meet the Roommates!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvjJCo7cFrI/AAAAAAAAAlw/l8u5EhqHdwM/s72-c/perry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-5855753118502050820</id><published>2009-11-08T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T00:30:43.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only it was Saturday, Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>(Oh how I love that song by The Rocket Summer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weekend, and even though this weekend was far less productive than it probably should have been, it was especially enjoyable and rejuvenating.  My favorite accomplishment of the weekend?  Making homemade lasagna from scratch!  I have a really awesome authentic sauce recipe from my mom, who got it from my grandma, who got it from some Italian guy or something.  It's delicious, especially when made with real fresh ingredients like fresh garlic and parsley.  Fresh onions are excellent too... but my eyes react really easily while mincing them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve5oMDGwmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9bRj_Wz4fkE/s1600-h/skulls+442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve5oMDGwmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9bRj_Wz4fkE/s320/skulls+442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401990378134356578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture doesn't quite do it justice, but trust me- LOTS of watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also pretty amusing that while I was making the sauce Saturday- my roommate Emily was making Spaghettio's on the adjacent burner.  The juxtaposition was amusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvfEHBhY62I/AAAAAAAAAlY/WKFd-HSjxxE/s1600-h/Recently+Updated2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvfEHBhY62I/AAAAAAAAAlY/WKFd-HSjxxE/s320/Recently+Updated2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402001903000808290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of the partially eaten final product... the photo makes it looks nasty, but I promise it tasted like heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SverFyuNq_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/BQPS3pHmZLc/s1600-h/skulls+467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SverFyuNq_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/BQPS3pHmZLc/s320/skulls+467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401974394057501682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some highlights of my delightful weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Grocery shopping and playing w/ Brandt and Katey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve86rKlNiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8dOXg3QP86o/s1600-h/Recently+Updated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve86rKlNiI/AAAAAAAAAlI/8dOXg3QP86o/s320/Recently+Updated1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401993994259740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Brandt letting me drive his car everywhere we went- I love driving and miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Going to Comic Frenzy (improv comedy show) w/ Katey and watching Brandt perform:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not sure where our pics and videos of him peforming went?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday and Sunday sessions of Stake conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Napping because church started and ended way earlier than usual :) , here's my roommate Emily during her nap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvfHzdhAWjI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O2gMjWX75rM/s1600-h/skulls+446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvfHzdhAWjI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O2gMjWX75rM/s320/skulls+446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402005964964518450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dinner w/ roomies + Brandt + Landon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve86Uget0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/PFKbJIxjt_k/s1600-h/Recently+Updated3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve86Uget0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/PFKbJIxjt_k/s320/Recently+Updated3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401993988177573698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After Sunday dinner activities including cleaning up, playing "Big Booty", playing the "laughing game", massage/back scratch train, overall craziness and relaxation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvfQvInvllI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uQNTOzwHyO8/s1600-h/Recently+Updated4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvfQvInvllI/AAAAAAAAAlo/uQNTOzwHyO8/s320/Recently+Updated4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402015786240808530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no legit explanation for this video... except maybe insanity?  Enjoy ;)  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43d4483c340b92a7" 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://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43d4483c340b92a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444018%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84D970926B4FE5F80CFB01780FFFF5FF55BD9951.9D6409A53E838D459C71411B0E06CCAC603002A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43d4483c340b92a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjPOUFd-_7SiWwoFzqj79fXIF4Xo&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://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43d4483c340b92a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331444018%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84D970926B4FE5F80CFB01780FFFF5FF55BD9951.9D6409A53E838D459C71411B0E06CCAC603002A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43d4483c340b92a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjPOUFd-_7SiWwoFzqj79fXIF4Xo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Dessert swap w/ the boys from Delta Phi 3 and girls from Mountain Pines 308:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pics will be added later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all- you should be jealous of my weekend.  I have some really amazing friends and roommates am really really grateful to have them in my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-5855753118502050820?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5855753118502050820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=5855753118502050820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5855753118502050820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5855753118502050820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only-it-was-saturday-saturday.html' title='If Only it was Saturday, Saturday!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sve5oMDGwmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9bRj_Wz4fkE/s72-c/skulls+442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-3180949764073515174</id><published>2009-11-07T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:36:37.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Mind, if I'm in Texas</title><content type='html'>BIG NEWS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a little delayed... so most of you probably already know this... but in case you didn't... I'm going on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints!  I have been called to serve in the Texas Houston East mission for 18 months, and I enter the MTC (missionary training center) on January 13th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so incredibly happy and excited about it!  It just feels really really right, and that's the best feeling in the world.  I'm also delighted that Beaumont, TX (where I lived from ages 2-10) is right in the middle of my mission.  I don't think there's another area of the planet that I love more than where I'm headed :) (as much?- yes. but more?- no.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a few pics of my super supportive family and friends after I opened my mission call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvZ1s5ajjyI/AAAAAAAAAko/3qLUxxqsThc/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvZ1s5ajjyI/AAAAAAAAAko/3qLUxxqsThc/s320/Recently+Updated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401634217264385826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(video of the opening to be posted later as well as other prep updates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more people there, whose support I appreciated so much!  I want to thank all of you who have been so supportive as I prepare to serve.  It really means so much to me, and I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-3180949764073515174?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3180949764073515174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=3180949764073515174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/3180949764073515174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/3180949764073515174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-mind-if-im-in-texas.html' title='I Don&apos;t Mind, if I&apos;m in Texas'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SvZ1s5ajjyI/AAAAAAAAAko/3qLUxxqsThc/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-7701478985612017997</id><published>2009-11-04T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:00:49.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Soul Sister!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to start posting a song of the week... and I might try to to do it every Wednesday.... because today is Wednesday and I'm posting a song right now.  Not only that, but Wednesday being in the middle of the (crazy, busy, overwhelming) week, it's good time to take  a breather and appreciate some sweet tunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This week's song is "Hey Soul Sister" by Train, and it is amazing.  My friend Davita was singing it in ceramics today and said I should look it up.  I'm SO glad I did.  I've just listened to it at least 4 times, and just can't get enough!  Some songs I listen to over and over just because I love them, and others because they have such fascinating lyrics that I can't fully understand its brilliance in just one listen.  This song falls into both categories.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVpv8-5XWOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kVpv8-5XWOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-7701478985612017997?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7701478985612017997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=7701478985612017997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7701478985612017997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7701478985612017997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-soul-sister.html' title='Hey Soul Sister!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-1166380523394571623</id><published>2009-10-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:53:05.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Rainbow Today- All the Colors of the World</title><content type='html'>I hope this isn't too shocking for any of you, but I have a confession to make.... I'm a total nerd.  At first glance or meeting, many wouldn't think that about me.  That doesn't make it any less true.  Those of you who know me well can attest to the fact that I am indeed, very nerdy.  One example of my nerdiness? I LOVE new office and school supplies! (new folders, pencils, erasers, post-it notes... the list goes on)  They make me so happy!  I partially blame my mother for this. Due to my special brand of "Art Nerdiness" this love exponentially increases for new art supplies. (Paints, fancy tapes and adhesives, charcoal- you name it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my excitement then, about my recent purchase of a set of 132 Prismacolor Pencils!  That's every color that Prismacolor currently makes.  For those unfamiliar with these pencils- they are super high quality colored pencils that blend amazingly well.  They are one of my very very very favoritest art mediums.  The reason I had to buy them is actually a little sad.  The large set that was given to me as a gift in highschool somehow disappeared.  I'm still hoping that it is only temporarily misplaced, because it was a huge set that I added to... worth lots of money and very important to me.  My mother and I were unable to find it in either Utah or Idaho though, so I had to buy a new set to use for a school project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with them!  Look how pretty!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SueuqiukryI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sabWAfCFFfk/s1600-h/september+09+606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SueuqiukryI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sabWAfCFFfk/s320/september+09+606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397474724326715170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More examples of my nerdiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- They didn't come color sorted like that.... I did that myself.&lt;br /&gt;2- Logically one would just sharpen them as needed, but I was so excited that I sharpened every single one of them before I ever used them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a very effective electric sharpener for that process.  I was not crazy enough to try to sharpen them all using this little guy that came with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Suevp42zV0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/irn5hov1-WQ/s1600-h/september+09+604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Suevp42zV0I/AAAAAAAAAkA/irn5hov1-WQ/s320/september+09+604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475812598568770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am not sure why they included a couple of blue oil pastels... there was no advertisement or explanation included.  And I actually haven't tested them yet so they could be something else, but they look like NuPastels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SuevqZ7YRjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2T7x7A9VzAk/s1600-h/september+09+608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SuevqZ7YRjI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2T7x7A9VzAk/s320/september+09+608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397475821476136498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what project did I need these for?  It was one I developed myself for my Secondary Methods class.  I designed my own project and lesson plan for a drawing class and then created an example of what my students would do as the assignment.  The drawing itself is fun and cool and all that jazz, but I was most excited about the feedback I got about my lesson and project development.  Both my teacher and the class hotshot gave me lots of great feedback about the appeal my project would have to students and how well it incorporated the 4 components of Discipline Based Art Education.  After that critique I called my mom and cheerfully announced, "I'm going to be a good art teacher!"  Here's a photo of the final product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Suews-dfWVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/eiqZ-wzQXHo/s1600-h/adflkasdlf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Suews-dfWVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/eiqZ-wzQXHo/s320/adflkasdlf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397476965154249042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*New Prismacolor set------------------------------------------------------ $115&lt;br /&gt;(actually a really good deal)&lt;br /&gt;*Drafting Tape and Illustration Board-------------------------------------- $10&lt;br /&gt;(ish)&lt;br /&gt;*Feeling like I may one day actually be effective in my chosen career?------ PRICELESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-1166380523394571623?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1166380523394571623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=1166380523394571623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/1166380523394571623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/1166380523394571623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-rainbow-today-all-colors-of-world.html' title='I&apos;m a Rainbow Today- All the Colors of the World'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SueuqiukryI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sabWAfCFFfk/s72-c/september+09+606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-1131572380325189426</id><published>2009-10-19T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:41:23.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't You See That It's Just Rainin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/St0GPGBixgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/P12FTkc4lUk/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/St0GPGBixgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/P12FTkc4lUk/s320/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474785044612610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in Rexburg is fairly unpredictable.  There's a popular saying that explains "if you don't like the weather, just wait an hour- it will change."  That doesn't always hold true, but it can be pretty accurate.  A couple of weeks ago (I believe it was a Wednesday), as I was preparing to walk out the door and head to my 8 a.m. Head Drawing Class, I realized it was sprinkling.  I knew full well that it could stop at any moment, but I also realized it could start coming  down harder just as quickly.  I decided I should take an umbrella.  I ran to my bedroom closet and (in the dark because Katey was still sleeping soundly)  grabbed the first umbrella I could reach.  I slid it over my wrist and headed to class lugging my large portfolio bag, and art supply tackle box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started raining harder, and as I walked quickly through the final stretch to the Spori building, the wind also increased considerably.  I was pretty soaked by the time I got to class.  It's a three hour class though, so I had plenty of time to dry before I had to brave the outdoors again.  As I left the building, rain was coming down pretty hard.  I decided to open the umbrella.  The umbrella I had grabbed is a very cute shade of pink, but rather flimsy.  (Not flimsy by normal standards, but flimsy by "able to handle Rexburg wind" standards)  I pointed it into the wind and headed to the library to print some assignments.  Running on very little sleep, I quickly zoned into my own little world as I trekked across campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I was pulled out of that world... someone was talking to me.  It was a young man, complimenting my umbrella.  I'm fairly sure all he said was, "I like your umbrella" but it really caught me off guard.  I tried to say "thanks", but I'm really not sure if it actually came out or not, at least in any audible degree.  My face must have portrayed the confusion I felt as well.  I had not been prepared for human interaction.  (Yes, I do realize that is silly seeing as I was walking in the heart of campus at 11 a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encounter was incredibly brief, but as I left the library to head back to my apartment, "Umbrella Man"  was still on my mind.  Later that evening he still kept popping into my head.  What was it about this boy?!  I figured it out that night (as I ridiculously compared him to a recent crush that was sitting in my living room).  Umbrella Man, though good looking, wasn't extraordinarily physically attractive.  He did however have an extraordinarily kind personality.  I can't explain it very well, but it was so easy for me to sense what a caring, kind, genuinley sweet guy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragic thing?  I'll probably never speak to him again.  I don't know that I'd even recognize him if I saw him.  My ridiculous confession?  Even though, I have 2 or 3 other umbrellas that are tougher and more sensible than that pink one (all of which are very cute)- that is the one I carry in my backpack every day.   I secretly hope for rain, even though I know it will be cold and windy and unpleasant.  I hope against hope that as I walk into the wind, Umbrella Man will cross my path and compliment my weather gear once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's silly, and that even if I did see him again he's probably married or something.  He's definitely a nice idea though.  Someday I'll find an Umbrella Man to keep:  the kind of guy who would notice something as silly as a pink umbrella, a guy considerate enough to offer a genuine compliment, a guy who warms my rainy days just by existing, a guy who carries the sun in his pocket and shares it everytime he smiles.  So here's to my Umbrella Man- may he continue to brighten the world, one person at a time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this reminded me of one of my favorite paintings by Jack Vettriano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/St0F0_nkmRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XQEPcKO2NhA/s1600-h/Jack-Vettriano-The-Singing-Butler--medium-size--205025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/St0F0_nkmRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XQEPcKO2NhA/s320/Jack-Vettriano-The-Singing-Butler--medium-size--205025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474336648468754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-1131572380325189426?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1131572380325189426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=1131572380325189426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/1131572380325189426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/1131572380325189426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-you-see-that-its-just-rainin.html' title='Can&apos;t You See That It&apos;s Just Rainin&apos;?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/St0GPGBixgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/P12FTkc4lUk/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-7795421560109521977</id><published>2009-10-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:32:21.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Don't You Worry What the Bitter Hearts Are Gonna Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Stei0R4gD0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RVkKTVMUfTU/s1600-h/dontworrybeehappysticke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Stei0R4gD0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RVkKTVMUfTU/s320/dontworrybeehappysticke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392958097836740418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently participating in a Practicum project for my Book of Mormon class.  I had the option of choosing from 4 areas and I chose language.   This means for two weeks I am following 4 rules, creating a plan of action to follow them successfully, keeping a daily journal of my progress, and writing a review of my experience at the end of the two weeks.  My 4 rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- no complaining&lt;br /&gt;2- no gossip&lt;br /&gt;3-no sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;4-only say positive and uplifting things about others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been doing really well, and it's been a really good experience.  I have complained twice though... both times it was about Head Drawing.  While doing my homework I told my roommate Emily, I was drawing a "stupid skull".  And when I talked to my mom after class yesterday, I whimpered that "drawing was hard".  I went on to tell her about some of the success I'd had while drawing that day, and was mostly positive, but I definitely started with a complaint.  Apparently my attitude about my Head Drawing class is a weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with that realization- here's some things I'm understanding better, because of this assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Bad things happen, and talking about them isn't complaining.  What makes the difference, is attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Though I don't believe sarcasm is always inappropriate, thinking a little more about when you use it, can help one be a little more sensitive to those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Being positive really is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I know that I'm already an optimistic person.. but my roomie says that this project has increased it.  That's okay with me, because I really like being happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-7795421560109521977?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7795421560109521977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=7795421560109521977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7795421560109521977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7795421560109521977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-dont-you-worry-what-bitter-hearts.html' title='And Don&apos;t You Worry What the Bitter Hearts Are Gonna Say'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Stei0R4gD0I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RVkKTVMUfTU/s72-c/dontworrybeehappysticke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-7079189732812805219</id><published>2009-10-12T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:17:08.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me Together, Workin' on Forever</title><content type='html'>It's time for me to do a little back tracking and post about some of the awesome stuff that happened while I was too busy to blog.  The subject of this particular trip down memory lane?  The wedding of two of my very best friends!  Daniel and Elissa Larsen were married on Saturday, August 15th in the Bountiful,Utah LDS temple and I couldn't be happier for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I have been really good friends since high school, and I met Elissa right when they started dating.  She and I hit it off, pretty much from day one, so I was a big fan of them as a couple.  That came in handy when Daniel stressed after realizing how young Elissa was.  I don't think I did that much, but Elissa likes to give me credit for helping him come to his senses and not worry about it.  It also came in handy when I helped Daniel plan and arrange the big proposal :)  I may or may not post that complete story another day, but here are some pics from that evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgqlIDc9zI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IqhiLWbwPGY/s1600-h/2009-06-07,+D%26E+engagements%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgqlIDc9zI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IqhiLWbwPGY/s320/2009-06-07,+D%26E+engagements%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393107371081660210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the wonderful privilege of taking their engagement photos.  They turned out fabulously, and we had so much fun taking them! Here's a collage that I created with some of the photos and framed as a gift for Elissa's bridal shower.  The quote is a favorite of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgqMMTpbsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gWwkd3U7ht4/s1600-h/love-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgqMMTpbsI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/gWwkd3U7ht4/s320/love-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393106942726598338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their wedding day came so fast (though I'm sure the wait seemed much longer for them).  I was so excited for them!  One might ask- what is the role of a girl who is basically best friends with both the bride and the groom?  On their wedding day- it was very multifaceted.  My main roles were bridesmaid, babysitter, and photographer.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only major trickiness was how to take pictures that I needed to be in.  This was solved by my wonderful brother agreeing to be my assistant for the photography outside the temple.  For group shots I needed to be in, I simply set the shot up and left him to press the button.  He was also a good sport about carrying my junk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgiEkvPKBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E_kM7F8eCoc/s1600-h/DSC05375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgiEkvPKBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E_kM7F8eCoc/s320/DSC05375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393098015752792082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was perfect and wonderful and full of interesting adventures.  Luckily for everyone involved, Daniel and Elissa are the most chill bride and groom ever, and stressed out about absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure #1: Traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone was late to the temple.  (Except those who stayed the night before up in Bountiful)  I rode up with Jason (friend and groomsman)  and I think we were about 40 minutes late.  It was bumper to bumper traffic on the freeway.  We never did figure out why there were so many cars on a Saturday morning, but at one point all the lanes closed except for one, so that didn't help the situation all. Jason handled things pretty well, and I was in a chill mood- knowing there was nothing I could do about it.  Things worked out.  People got there, and most importantly- Daniel and Elissa got married :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure #2: Bug (this is a small one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large bug ended up in the train of Elissa's dress.  For some reason, Pickle was the one who ended up in charge of evicting the creature from its new home.   Jason and Daniel were apparently in charge of supervising. These pics are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgopKEgk7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/vVr8oBjgUqU/s1600-h/At+the+Temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgopKEgk7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/vVr8oBjgUqU/s320/At+the+Temple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393105241319183282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure #3: Dead Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremony and the photo shoot we had outside the temple.... Jason left his car headlights on.  When we returned to the car, it wouldn't start.  fortunately, he had jumper cables, and it didn't take long for a kind family to stop and help us out.  We were only a little late to the wedding luncheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgnYSWdhiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3DWKcPWyyWE/s1600-h/other.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgnYSWdhiI/AAAAAAAAAi4/3DWKcPWyyWE/s320/other.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393103851972560418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure #4:  Bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding up to the wedding, Jason informed me that his arm was all scraped up from a long-boarding crash the previous day, and that he may end up bleeding through the sleeve of his shirt.  I shared with him (from my vast depository of random knowledge) that if he bled into his shirt, the best way to remove his own blood was with his own spit.  There's something about the composition of your own saliva that reacts with the composition of your blood to effectively remove it from fabric.  He was impressed, and rightfully so.  It's a useful thing to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening while taking a few couple shots before the reception started, I pinned Daniel's boutonniere  on his lapel and poked my poor little thumb.  We took a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StglBuyQI2I/AAAAAAAAAio/HYCX_sX6CYw/s1600-h/DSC05624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StglBuyQI2I/AAAAAAAAAio/HYCX_sX6CYw/s320/DSC05624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393101265445069666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the blood away and proceeded with the photo shoot.  I began arranging Elissa's dress when we realized I was bleeding all over the skirt!!  smears and drops everywhere!  So what was I to do?..... that's right...I licked it out.... all of it.  I did a pretty spectacular job, if I do say so myself.  I wish we had taken pictures.  And in case any of you are wondering.... wedding dress does not taste very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception in Orem that evening was lovely as was the second reception they held in Idaho two weeks later.  That whole weekend was spectacular and possibly deserving of its own blog post at a future date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working as a photographer so much, and it doesn't get better than getting to capture treasured memories for those you love most.   Here is a small sampling from the very immense collection of pictures of the various wedding festivities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgjMNNpjBI/AAAAAAAAAig/HT2J8D62lcI/s1600-h/At+the+Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgjMNNpjBI/AAAAAAAAAig/HT2J8D62lcI/s320/At+the+Temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393099246388481042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StkMP5dC6sI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FxuEyAcy05k/s1600-h/Utah+Reception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StkMP5dC6sI/AAAAAAAAAjg/FxuEyAcy05k/s320/Utah+Reception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393355496013097666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Elissa and Daniel and wish them every happiness in their life together.  I'm so glad we're friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Stgmab1AZyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Oko7gxGMnSs/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Stgmab1AZyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Oko7gxGMnSs/s320/DSC05476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393102789364705058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-7079189732812805219?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7079189732812805219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=7079189732812805219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7079189732812805219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/7079189732812805219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-and-me-together-workin-on-forever.html' title='You and Me Together, Workin&apos; on Forever'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StgqlIDc9zI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IqhiLWbwPGY/s72-c/2009-06-07,+D%26E+engagements%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-2261496254158100126</id><published>2009-10-11T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:58:50.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream If You Wanna Go Faster</title><content type='html'>***note- despite my better judgment, I decided to type this up directly in the blog window instead of a word processor... bad news bears. I was almost done with the post when I somehow clicked away from the page and erased everything! Ack!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a horrible blogger for the past couple months!  My life got pretty crazy towards the end of the summer, especially with work, but with other things as well.  Then I moved back up to Rexburg to go back to school, and things haven’t really slowed down.  I don’t anticipate a slow down any time soon, but am going to try to make time to post regularly, regardless of my intense schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in Rexburg, attending BYU-Idaho, studying Art Education.  Life in Idaho is fabulous, and I love it here, but I do miss Utah, specifically the people in Utah.    I was able to visit over General Conference weekend, and see lots of the wonderful people I love.  I’m hoping to visit again very soon and pretty regularly throughout the semester.   I tend to be able to visit home quite a bit during Fall semester.  For those of my Utah friends reading this, you’re always welcome to come visit me in Rexburg as well!  It’s only 4 hours away :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School takes up the majority of my time right now as is prone to be the case for college students.  These are the classes I’m taking this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART 414- Secondary Art Methods 2:  This is the second half of the methods class for Art Education.  We cover a wide range of concepts for teaching art, particularly at the secondary ed level.  In this portion we deal with a lot of curriculum development, assessment, and things of that nature.  A large chunk of what we’ll be doing throughout the semester is developing our own projects that we would use in a future class, and then creating them ourselves.  It’s fun for me to have so much control over what I’m creating for a class assignment.  It’s been awhile since I’ve had that! I’m currently working on a project for a drawing class, using Prismacolor pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART 212R- Head Drawing:  It’s what it sounds like… drawing heads.  It’s way more intense than most people would think, and is very time consuming.  My teacher openly admits that his class should be worth more than 3 credits based on how much he packs into it.  It’s going to be so so good for me in the end, but right now it’s still kicking my trash.  (This is the class responsible for my first all-nighter of the semester.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART 220- Ceramics I: This the first of a few ceramics classes I'll be taking. So far I'm LOVING it! Working in the clay is very therapeutic, especially for a kinesthetic learner like me. I love hands-on work. We'll see how well I do on the potter's wheel, but if I get that down, I pretty much plan to rock ceramics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FDREL 121- Book of Mormon Part 1: We're studying the first half of the Book of Mormon. My teacher, Ross Baron, is incredible. I love every minute of that class, and every assignment he gives us is an extraordinarily valuable and enriching experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED 304- Education Psychology: I'm learning all about learning! We're learning all about how the brain and body work together during the learning process, what methods are effective, how male and female brains differ, and the list goes on. It's a brilliant class taught by a brilliant teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s my schedule.  Outside of school and homework, my time fills up pretty fast.  I just finished my first photography assignment for a non-profit magazine called Mormon Artist.  I did a photo shoot of the author, Jack Weyland for the upcoming issue.  It should be released soon, so I’ll post a link for y’all to check it out.  My portrait photography business is growing slowly, but surely and I enjoy it SO much.  (Keep referring all your friends who need engagement, wedding, family, baby, whatever portrait photography my way :) &lt;a href="http://pilmerportraits.com/"&gt;pilmerportraits.com&lt;/a&gt;)  I also am working as an Apartment Assistant for my complex which mostly consists of helping manage our public areas (laundry rooms, workout room, and lounge) and letting girls into their apartments when they get locked out.  I’m serving as Music Coordinator/ Chorister in the Relief Society for my student ward at church.  It’s a pretty chill calling and being all musical, is just delightful for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is rather long… but it still needs some pics!  Here’s my cute little bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed and side of the room:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKNmsxd8iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HufB3lx1Rag/s1600-h/september+09+596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKNmsxd8iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HufB3lx1Rag/s320/september+09+596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527399909093922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKOErXhFdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/8f_tVt3c7iI/s1600-h/september+09+597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKOErXhFdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/8f_tVt3c7iI/s320/september+09+597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527914927887826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from my bed, including my awesome roommate Katey:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKOFIW1mTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WBXEUZ9xYTc/s1600-h/september+09+600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKOFIW1mTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WBXEUZ9xYTc/s320/september+09+600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391527922709666098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you (like my fam) who know me well, you’ll be proud to hear that my room really does get picked up and clean like that at least once a week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-2261496254158100126?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2261496254158100126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=2261496254158100126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/2261496254158100126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/2261496254158100126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/10/note-despite-my-better-judgment-i.html' title='Scream If You Wanna Go Faster'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/StKNmsxd8iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/HufB3lx1Rag/s72-c/september+09+596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-5847236006908698973</id><published>2009-08-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T12:21:56.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Green Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5Bd0ufRGQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r5Bd0ufRGQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jason Aldean- at the moment I can't think of anything more romantic than taking a ride on a big green tractor with an amazing guy.  Kenny Chesney's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2KmzFABujM"&gt;classic&lt;/a&gt; made it sound sexy, but Jason takes it to a whole new level of being sweet and romantic sounding.  Too bad I don't have any real prospects at the moment, not to mention one who has a tractor...  But Hey! A girl can dream right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous how so many songs give me such unrealistic expectations!  What songs have done that for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-5847236006908698973?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5847236006908698973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=5847236006908698973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5847236006908698973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5847236006908698973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-green-tractor.html' title='Big Green Tractor'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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-1292723471848814143.post-3873887327579242091</id><published>2009-08-13T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:58:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Pizza Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SoS1RUx2ufI/AAAAAAAAAho/xizBE_A3Y9g/s1600-h/mom%27s+cam+julyaugust+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Before I begin my actual post I'd also like to add a hooray for the Aquabats and their brilliant songs including Pizza Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Weekend before last, I came in from mowing the lawn on a Saturday afternoon- hot, sweaty, and hungry. It was a fairly chill day for me, so I had time to make something, but not a lot of energy after all that yard work. It was about time for a trip to the grocery store, so the cupboards and fridge were a little lacking in easy prep food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I first found some leftover shredded mozzarella, and thought it would be yummy melted on a tortilla. We usually keep tortillas on hand, but being so close to grocery day- we were out! I was bummed, but soon decided to let my creative juices flow and put together an easy tasty meal. I hunted around the kitchen some more and found the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-1 &amp;amp; 1/2 leftover hamburger buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a jar of spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a handful of shredded mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a slice of ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369616266938210786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SoS1i5sC2eI/AAAAAAAAAhw/s5QW3vYkfJA/s320/mom%27s+cam+julyaugust+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy little mini-pizzas:  Lightly toast the hamburger buns, spread sauce, add cheese and toppings, then bake on a cookie sheet (around 375) until cheese is melted.  Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1292723471848814143-3873887327579242091?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3873887327579242091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=3873887327579242091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/3873887327579242091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/3873887327579242091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/08/hooray-for-pizza-day.html' title='Hooray for Pizza Day!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SoS1i5sC2eI/AAAAAAAAAhw/s5QW3vYkfJA/s72-c/mom%27s+cam+julyaugust+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-5819987307496026076</id><published>2009-08-05T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:56:49.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Touch This!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was pretty much marvelous for me- not perfect, but overall rather delightful.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My original plan was to spend the entire weekend, from Thursday night to Sunday night, playing in Las Vegas with my brother Justin and my friends that live there.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That plan however, died along with several others, following Justin’s knee surgery.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He tore his ACL playing soccer and needed surgery to repair it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His recovery has been solid and fairly consistent, but more difficult and painful than anticipated.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Considering his post-surgery state, combined with him dealing with Strep Throat earlier last week, we reached the inevitable conclusion that our Vegas road trip was a no-go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to still spend some quality sibling time here in Utah, which included a fun little mini-trip to Salt Lake to play at The Gateway.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy the following highlights and photos from our remarkable weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Night-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend technically got started Thursday night with an exciting trip to the salon.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Justin has naturally very curly hair (like mine only thicker), but has had it chemically straightened for the last few months just to switch things up a little.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He decided it was time to return to the curls, and that the easiest way to do that would be to just shave his head.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And logically if he was going to shave his head, he might as well rock the Mohawk for a few days!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So off to the salon we went, where the fabulous Kristi helped Justin to fulfill his Mohawk dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqJzDhe70I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Tu2tX9GeRIw/s1600-h/2009-08-02,+end+of+july.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366753416177446722" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqJzDhe70I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Tu2tX9GeRIw/s320/2009-08-02,+end+of+july.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up our evening with some exciting stops at Wal-mart and Walgreens.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We’re cool like that. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Friday Morning-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work for a few hours Friday morning, and then came home around 10:30 to take Justin to physical therapy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After dropping him off, I ran home to change out of the ridiculous outfit I wore to work.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;APX has dress up days every Friday and it was “Crayon Day”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snol00OHqHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ugz6Q4O42l4/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 157px; display: block; height: 210px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366643495266658418" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snol00OHqHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ugz6Q4O42l4/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous to wear in public- I know.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I changed and went back to wait for Pickle (Pickle= Justin, Justin=Pickle) to finish up w/ physical therapy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It took longer than expected, but I was able to chill and read, and notice the cute guy coming out of physical therapy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was all good.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Pickle finished, drove home, and showered... it was time for our first attempt at Mohawk styling.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s harder than you might expect, and it turned out differently every time- but by the third time I did it on Sunday, I was quite the Mohawk styling pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Afternoon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 pm, we were finally on our way to Salt Lake.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The drive was up was uneventful , and I ended up sleeping most of the way.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Justin woke me up when we were almost there so I could help navigate.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we drove through downtown we enjoyed taking note of some of the fascinating people we passed.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our favorite was this man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp9Hp9-4BI/AAAAAAAAAgA/22aL4CJfV7I/s1600-h/mom%27s+cam+julyaugust+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 220px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366739476443750418" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp9Hp9-4BI/AAAAAAAAAgA/22aL4CJfV7I/s320/mom%27s+cam+julyaugust+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed like such a tough, manly man until you saw the fluffy, tiny, little dog he was carrying.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Justin gave him the benefit of the doubt and thought it might be his girlfriend’s dog or something…&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That thought was only valid until we saw him and petting and rocking the doggie with the most sincere affection… and talking to it…. And giving it kisses… It just was quite tender and entirely amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first priority was finding some food.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We decided to try a cool looking burger joint called &lt;a href="http://www.thecounterburger.com/menu/"&gt;“The Counter”&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was A-MAZ-ING.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I ordered a 1/3 lb. beef burger on a honey-wheat bun with honey-cured bacon, imported swiss, tomatoes, Bermuda red onion, mixed baby greens, and the most delicious buttermilk ranch sauce ever.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure Pickle would love to comment on here and share what he ordered, but besides ordering the same meat and bun as me, all I remember is that he ordered his with a goat cheese spread.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We also split sweet potato fries with horseradish mayo.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were quite heavenly, but our burgers were so intense that we didn’t even finish half of them.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was rather pricey, but worth every penny.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s probably a good thing it’s all the way in Salt Lake or I’d probably go broke.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We agreed that the restaurant was very “food network-esque” which only made it twice as enjoyable for us.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We LOVE the food network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnonE2r15bI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uu2KuIN_a8s/s1600-h/j%26em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366644870317729202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnonE2r15bI/AAAAAAAAAfw/uu2KuIN_a8s/s320/j%26em.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed up lunch with a little shopping (more like store browsing though, because neither of us bought anything) and then a show at the Planetarium.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We saw “Bugs! In 3-D” in their I-MAX theater.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not only was the show pretty rad, but we also got to rock the sweet glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnonWRR-1vI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HmEQQeZm9l4/s1600-h/6132_585810675484_193307958_33839753_3676961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 192px; display: block; height: 144px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366645169514796786" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnonWRR-1vI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HmEQQeZm9l4/s320/6132_585810675484_193307958_33839753_3676961_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading home we enjoyed a little photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp9nOPzHRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/dXAjlM9307E/s1600-h/j%26em1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366740018758098194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp9nOPzHRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/dXAjlM9307E/s320/j%26em1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp-j4_KrII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Cf9ZWz4BmSo/s1600-h/j%26em2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366741061023214722" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp-j4_KrII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Cf9ZWz4BmSo/s320/j%26em2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp_3z0QJqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/DEjVs0I75P0/s1600-h/j%26em3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366742502744270498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Snp_3z0QJqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/DEjVs0I75P0/s320/j%26em3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was delightful.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Traffic was pretty heavy, but Justin let me play DJ on his iPod and I’m pretty sure that was one of the best playlists ever.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We rocked to Vanilla Ice, the Temptations and everything in between.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We took a little break at home, and then headed down to Provo to see Stacy dance beautifully in her Pioneer Legacy show.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The show is more than a little cheesy, but StaceFace is always fun to watch so it was enjoyable.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before calling it a night, we made an appearance at Deba’s birthday party.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This involved ice cream cake, gawking over Justin and his “freakin’ Mohawk” as we lovingly referred to it all weekend, and modeling a sexy 80’s jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnuJUL3FWNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CI8Iih3ap-g/s1600-h/j%26em4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnuJUL3FWNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CI8Iih3ap-g/s320/j%26em4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367034360816294098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty chill.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We both did yard work and did a decent amount of nothing productive.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We restyled the Mohawk which Justin enjoyed displaying at his 5-year high school reunion.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I ran some errands and finally finished finding shoes and accessories for my bridesmaid dress, before meeting up with Pickle to watch his indoor soccer team play.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He misses playing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning/afternoon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to church on Sunday was awesome in every way.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone loved Justin’s hair and we took some more pictures after we got home. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqC38kwJOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Hu0y4uHekX0/s1600-h/2009-08-02,+end+of+july1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366745803630060770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqC38kwJOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Hu0y4uHekX0/s320/2009-08-02,+end+of+july1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept mentioning to me how different Justin and I are. I can't say it's not true- we are very different. But in a lot of ways we're very much alike, and no matter what, we're definitely siblings. I just love us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqDCCIoRqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1r75_Q5mPNU/s1600-h/end+of+july+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366745976921409186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqDCCIoRqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1r75_Q5mPNU/s320/end+of+july+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sunday Evening-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the "freakin' Mohawk" to go, but before getting rid of it we had some fun coloring it, and then parting it different ways after it was washed. And then... the glory of the Mohawk was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqGDUL5s2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/3G3lUg9-AQM/s1600-h/j%26em5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366749297481724770" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqGDUL5s2I/AAAAAAAAAg4/3G3lUg9-AQM/s320/j%26em5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our splendid weekend came to a close with a little quality time watching the food network. Thanks for a rockin' weekend Pickle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-5819987307496026076?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5819987307496026076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=5819987307496026076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5819987307496026076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/5819987307496026076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-touch-this.html' title='Can&apos;t Touch This!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/SnqJzDhe70I/AAAAAAAAAhA/Tu2tX9GeRIw/s72-c/2009-08-02,+end+of+july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292723471848814143.post-8820651112825877333</id><published>2009-07-28T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:08:35.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Good Place to Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Welcome to my first blog post!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Remember that “25 things about me” post ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;yone was doing awhile back?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was tagged several times on facebook, but never did it because I didn’t want t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;o do it while it was so trendy… Lame- I know. Espec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;ially because I was too lazy to do it later on… until now.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I decided it would be the perfect first post for my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;blog.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Laziness was still a factor, so I recruited the help of several of my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;s.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I asked them to name something interesting about me- random, uniqu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;e, weird, not widely known, or whatever!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The responses were incredibly entertainin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;g and enlightening. Almost all of these are inspired by a statement made by o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;ne or more of my friends.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To protect the innocent, I’m not going to outline who stated what, but you’re more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt; than welcome to take credit for yours if you’d like.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I didn’t use your response in this post, that’s because it was fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;bulous enough that I intend to use it as the subject of a future post.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;I love shoes. I love it when my shoes perfectly complete an outfit or make m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;y legs or feet look fabulous.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I own over 61 pairs of shoes.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That includes 18 pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;s of flip flops, 7 pairs of dance shoes (all different kinds), and 2 pairs of high heels that light up when I walk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;2.That being said, I spend as much time barefoot as I can possibly get away with.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If my shoes kick off easily, they probably won’t be on my feet under my desk during class.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I walk around my office barefoot 90% of the time I’m at work, and it’s a very rare occasion that I have shoes on inside my house or apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;3.I have my own portrait photography business and I love what I do.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are few things I enjoy more than capturing personalities and relationships with a camera.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Check it out at &lt;a href="http://pilmerportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;pilmerportraits.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;4.I have no balance. That’s actually not true. . .&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can dance backwards and twirl around in 4 inch heels for hours with all the grace and poise in the world.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s the normal stuff- like walking down the sidewalk in tennis shoes- that gives me trouble.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The person who mentioned this trait claims I “trip over my own feet more than anyone else he knows”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;5.&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;I love Jelly Belly’s candy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can name many of the flavors just by glancing at them.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are some flavors I can’t stand.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m currently in the process of ranking my favorite top 10 flavors.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll probably post it when I figure it out&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;6.I love the movie version of Saturday’s Warrior with all my heart.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The one with the bright colored pajamas and fog machines and awesomeness- yeah that one.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’re probably not missing much, but I watched it over and over and over again as a child and made up dances to the songs.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can sing every song and quote every line.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;7.I have a really cool mailbox.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I painted my family’s mailbox when I was 12 with a sweet looking night vs. day design.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For Fathers’ Day this year I finally painted a new one. It took FOR-EV-ER…. But I think it turned out rather fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sm-ftBSAYsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/X56MTTIi-cg/s1600-h/mailbox+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363681277008437954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sm-ftBSAYsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/X56MTTIi-cg/s320/mailbox+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;8.I have more than a dozen different colors of playdough.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Playdough rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;9.I have eaten alligator, shark, and frog legs- all of which I enjoyed at least a little bit.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t stand most “normal” seafood though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;10.I’m an Art Education major, and I love it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I were to change majors though, I would be a Business major with a Supply Chain emphasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;11.I enjoy planning parties.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I had the time and money I would shop at Zurchers and throw awesome themed parties all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;12.&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;My favorite kind of pizza is ham with extra cheese- preferably from Papa John’s.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Soooo good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;13.I easily pick up phrases other people say (especially close friends and roommates) and then use them so much I annoy myself. Examples include: “I’m not gonna lie”and&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“your face”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;14.I love people!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love meeting new people and developing close friendships.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m naturally pretty darn shy, but few people realize that because I make an effort to be outgoing.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have lots of friends, and they all me SO much to me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(One of the people replied to my question by describing me as a “fiercely loyal friend”.)&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;15.Glitter makes me happy.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like sparkly clothes, sparkly shoes, and sparkly make-up.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It just makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;16.As an inventory supervisor at APX Alarm, I know the part #’s for dozens and dozens of pieces of alarm equipment.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every summer I come back thinking I’ll have to re-learn them, but somehow I never forget them.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s ridiculous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;17.I like my eyes.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not all that confident about my physical appearance most of the time, but one thing I do feel confident about is my eyes.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They’re pretty and blue and I have long eyelashes.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Interestingly enough, none of my parents or siblings have blue eyes- just me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;18.I regularly pour water through my face to clear out my sinuses using a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasal_irrigation"&gt;Neti Pot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;19.I have issues with guys named Jake.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will not post full stories on here, but I’ve dated or had weird friendships with like 6 guys named Jacob that have each complicated my life in their own special way.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most people who know the full history think that means I should either avoid Jakes at all costs or that I will end up marrying one.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(disclaimer: there have been Jakes in my life that have just been normal friends with no issues, just not most of them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;20.I love ballroom dancing and have been doing it since the 6th grade.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I competed tons in high school, and have enjoyed it in college as well, through awesome classes and even coaching opportunities.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately they won’t let me have a dance minor at BYU-I,&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because it’s not compatible with my major and the credit limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;21.I really want to be fluent in Spanish. I took several Spanish classes in Jr. High and high school and one in college.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a few more foreign language credits required for my degree so hopefully I’ll get there.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Currently though, I still feel so silly when speaking Spanish to native speakers. (This was inspired by the friend’s response that told me I “have a cute Spanish accent”. I’m not sure what that means, but he’s from Mexico so it must be true.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;22.I enjoy wearing toe rings…. and painting my toenails…. And I kind of think I have cute feet….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;23.I kind of enjoy laundry.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve never publicly admitted it before, so that’s kind of a big deal, but it’s not as irrational as it sounds.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I like the following parts of laundry: (1) the happy domestic feeling I get from washing and drying, &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(2) the folding of fresh, clean, soft clothing, (3) the glorious replenishment of my wardrobe when laundry is complete.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I greatly dislike the following parts of laundry: (1) Feeding quarters to a machine when I don’t have access to my own washer and dryer, (2) carting laundry to and from a laundry room under those same circumstances, (3) the actual process of hanging clothes up and putting them away.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was a long explanation… maybe I’m still in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;24.I’m a total spelling nerd.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Correct spelling is very important to me.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was a spelling bee competitor and champion at various levels in Elementary and Jr. High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;25.My favorite number is 5.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;This introductory post is definitely plenty long now, so it’s time to wrap it up.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some of my friends replied with some fabulous / fabulously entertaining statements that I didn’t use in my list, but are still worth sharing.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here are a few real gems:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Super sweet: “You have the kindest voice in the world. It is so sweet.”&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Who knew?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Super vague: “You have a strong capacity to make relationships special.” (What does that really mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;Super random: “Your house has the most comfortable relaxing toilet seat I’ve sat on.” (Wow…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292723471848814143-8820651112825877333?l=stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8820651112825877333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292723471848814143&amp;postID=8820651112825877333&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/8820651112825877333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292723471848814143/posts/default/8820651112825877333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stardustandsparklystuff.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-my-first-blog-post-remember.html' title='A Very Good Place to Start'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12367613375045189999</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_juJHiyGDEec/Sm-ftBSAYsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/X56MTTIi-cg/s72-c/mailbox+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
