<?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-6802787173050469608</id><updated>2012-01-28T12:46:30.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITNEY CLARE</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS IS WHO I AM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6748961309634207441</id><published>2012-01-24T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:40:29.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures 2012</title><content type='html'>We FINALLY got our family pictures taken after a year or so of trying! ha Here are few a my most favorite ones, hope you enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsDksQWQk90/Tx9JcBTtiUI/AAAAAAAACFg/bEsQzQKnUkY/s1600/kids%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356399010613570" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsDksQWQk90/Tx9JcBTtiUI/AAAAAAAACFg/bEsQzQKnUkY/s320/kids%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly Faces!!&lt;br /&gt;Brayden with his aunts &amp;amp; uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvnsKhoMa24/Tx9Jblg6oQI/AAAAAAAACFU/Oekqw2CNcEc/s1600/whit%2B%2526%2BKys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 229px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356391549804802" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvnsKhoMa24/Tx9Jblg6oQI/AAAAAAAACFU/Oekqw2CNcEc/s320/whit%2B%2526%2BKys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kys&lt;br /&gt;(this pic is one we have made a tradition of getting every family photo shoot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4f_qNem7mEM/Tx9Jbm2lA0I/AAAAAAAACFI/VQPoPdQKEp4/s1600/a%2526w%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 229px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356391909098306" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4f_qNem7mEM/Tx9Jbm2lA0I/AAAAAAAACFI/VQPoPdQKEp4/s320/a%2526w%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;(i know he is technically not family... yet but a girl can hope right? plus we were the cutest couple being photographed!! ha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oKJ8reDrbY/Tx9JQvvAgGI/AAAAAAAACE4/h9tR_xdFTA4/s1600/409045_345521155458957_189107391100335_1353114_2037226732_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356205314703458" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oKJ8reDrbY/Tx9JQvvAgGI/AAAAAAAACE4/h9tR_xdFTA4/s320/409045_345521155458957_189107391100335_1353114_2037226732_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My handsome model, nephew.. BRAYDEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_p_KvQQ008A/Tx9JPFHiD1I/AAAAAAAACEw/haNGIz-L6dE/s1600/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356176694972242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_p_KvQQ008A/Tx9JPFHiD1I/AAAAAAAACEw/haNGIz-L6dE/s320/kids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 5 kids oldest to youngest, not necessarily tallest to shortest, thanks to our high heels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb6miBCkZOc/Tx9JO98JVSI/AAAAAAAACEg/KkpOcETvuPU/s1600/family%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 256px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356174768166178" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb6miBCkZOc/Tx9JO98JVSI/AAAAAAAACEg/KkpOcETvuPU/s320/family%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Pic 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_Bj5LK4FQ/Tx9JONdea1I/AAAAAAAACEU/FGuiGyM2yJ8/s1600/family%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 256px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356161754622802" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5_Bj5LK4FQ/Tx9JONdea1I/AAAAAAAACEU/FGuiGyM2yJ8/s320/family%2B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Pic 2&lt;br /&gt;(one of my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg4dP00WTNY/Tx9JNzuYeMI/AAAAAAAACEI/1BOcA3bAW88/s1600/401692_345521502125589_189107391100335_1353121_324223920_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 229px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701356154846214338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg4dP00WTNY/Tx9JNzuYeMI/AAAAAAAACEI/1BOcA3bAW88/s320/401692_345521502125589_189107391100335_1353121_324223920_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Pic 3&lt;br /&gt;(another favorite!)&lt;br /&gt;To see all of our family pictures you can facebook Dream Photography or you can visit Kortney's blog website at: kortneyphotography.blogspot.com (prices are listed on the blog)&lt;br /&gt;Or to schedule your session email her at: dreamphoto@live.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvSVznd4PvA/TyGqkYpFJzI/AAAAAAAACGA/CpL3cm4v5fA/s1600/316932_10150342733859887_719714886_7903195_202016503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NvSVznd4PvA/TyGqkYpFJzI/AAAAAAAACGA/CpL3cm4v5fA/s320/316932_10150342733859887_719714886_7903195_202016503_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702026145294526258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME &amp;amp; KORTNEY (aka our AMAZING photographer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photographer Bio: Kortney Olds&lt;br /&gt;Kortney has been taking pictures forever!! She has started her own business but works as a photographer at Sears Portrait Studio as well. Not only is she my cousin but we have been best friends since the beginning of time &amp;amp; i would highly recommend her as your next photographer!! She does an amazing job for a price that is affordable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that pictures are the best way to  remember the past and that is why i believe that everyone should have  them. It is my goal to make it affordable for anyone to get pictures  because everyone deserves memories!"-Kortney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6748961309634207441?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6748961309634207441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6748961309634207441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6748961309634207441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6748961309634207441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-pictures-2012.html' title='Family Pictures 2012'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsDksQWQk90/Tx9JcBTtiUI/AAAAAAAACFg/bEsQzQKnUkY/s72-c/kids%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5898474850096433093</id><published>2012-01-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T22:06:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas from Adam!!</title><content type='html'>So, Adam was super creative with my Christmas present this year &amp;amp; he wrote a story for me &amp;amp; t threw in some gifts to go along with it.  Some are inside jokes but i'll do my best to describe each gift at the end of the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a small town called Hurricane something extraordinary happened. A series of very fortunate events occurred &amp;amp; brought two people together named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;dam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hitney. (Gift #1 A&amp;amp;W root beer bottle w/ candies) When they started to get to know each other their dreams began to come alive! It was JUST LIKE HEAVEN. (Gift #2 Movie Just Like Heaven) They did all kinds of cute things together which included dancing, going to the look out point, &amp;amp; eating two candle lit dinners. (Gift #3 Candle) Could you believe that? Then on a very cloudy morning a dream caught Whitney away!!&lt;br /&gt;Adam searched for her but just could not find her anywhere. He decided to take a journey to the nation of sand where the wise old bilagona (that's Navajo for white person) sat ready to share his wisdom. As he passed through the long sleeved big hair village aka (Colorado  City), over the Jacob Lake candy cane  mountain, &amp;amp; down into the valley of the root beer jellybean river he finally arrived at the wise man's mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the old man sitting outside his double wide trailer Adam approached him on bended knees &amp;amp; pleaded to know where Whitney was &amp;amp; how he could get her back. After the old man put on his bifocals, stepped back a foot or two &amp;amp; looked Adam in the eyes, he told him, " I perceive that her heart is locked. There is a book with a mark in it &amp;amp; i see many hands. I see an image of her face framed in a dream. "&lt;br /&gt;Adam looked at him for a long time, cocked his head &amp;amp; said, "Wait...what?" The old man said, "Never mind, go down the path to the dead cow, turn right at the tire, feed my dog Cooper &amp;amp; run towards the sun, there you will find what you are looking for, &amp;amp; here, take this."&lt;br /&gt;The old man put a wrapper gift in Adam's pocket as Adam ran away &amp;amp; said , "Got it," GOT IT!"&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at the end of the road, finding nothing, he fell down in despair &amp;amp; thought, "There must have been some mistake." He looked up at the sky &amp;amp; then it dawned on him; if he fell asleep his dreams might bring her back. He reached in his pocket, opened the gift, &amp;amp; placed it next to his heart. (Gift # 4 legit blue dream catcher)&lt;br /&gt;The dream began to unfold as he drifted away into a deep slumber. From the mist of the dream walked out a black cat with yellow eyes &amp;amp; said, "What are you looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;Adam answered saying, "I have lost my Whittles &amp;amp; don't know where to find her." The cat responded, "Why should I care? She doesn't matter."&lt;br /&gt;Adam looked right back at that cat &amp;amp; said, "What matters is that i care." " Well what does she look like?" Adam described every detail of her face as the cat drew the image in the air. (Gift # 5 Picture of my face, drawn by Adam) When it was complete, Adam framed the image in his mind. (Gift #6 Picture Frame)&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's her!" The cat then agreed to take him to where she was but on one condition that when he finds her again he had to see her for who she really is.&lt;br /&gt;Adam agreed to the cat's request &amp;amp; in a moment she was before him. As he stood looking at her, he noticed that she couldn't move forward because her heart was locked. (Open # 7 heart &amp;amp; key chain)&lt;br /&gt;Adam asked the cat, "How do i release her from this bondage?" The cat replied, "Read the words from the bookmark &amp;amp; the answer will come." (Open #8 Bookmark)  Adam then looked at Whitney, &amp;amp; without breaking his gaze said,"I see your true nature &amp;amp; Whitney, I love you just the way you are."&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the dream was broken &amp;amp; Adam said, "Hands off, she's mine!! " (Gift # 9 Tee Shirt w/ colored hand prints, &amp;amp; words "Hands off, She's mine!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift#1 A&amp;amp;W Root beer Candies- A&amp;amp;W for Adam &amp;amp; Whit for those of you who didn't get it...&lt;br /&gt;Gift #2 The movie Just Like Heaven.. it is one of my favorites &amp;amp; i have been searching for years for it... Adam looked it up on Amazon. com &amp;amp; ordered it for me!&lt;br /&gt;Gift #3 Candle (in memory of the 2 candle light dinners we had.. one cuz the power went out &amp;amp; the other at his parents)&lt;br /&gt;Gift #4 A legit, cute, blue &amp;amp; white dream catcher (i'm excited cuz i've never had one before)&lt;br /&gt;Gift #5 Adam drew my facebook profile picture &amp;amp; did an excellent job! (pictures later)&lt;br /&gt;Gift #6 He gave me a cute as heck picture frame that says Memories all over it&lt;br /&gt;Gift #7 Chain with a heart shape &amp;amp; a key hole in  the middle of the heart &amp;amp; on the other end of the chain a key that fits into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;Gift #8 Bookmark that says: "Be strong &amp;amp; of good courage, you are truly royal spirit daughters of Almighty God. You are Princesses destined to become Queens. Your own wondrous story has already begun. Your once upon a time is now." -President Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;br /&gt;Gift #9 Tee-Shirt... pretty much self explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Babe for the cute gift, i loved it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5898474850096433093?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5898474850096433093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5898474850096433093&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5898474850096433093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5898474850096433093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-christmas-from-adam.html' title='My Christmas from Adam!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6433153964690656508</id><published>2011-12-20T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:19:00.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam</title><content type='html'>I decided that this post is going to be dedicated to Adam. I don't get on here as much as I'd like to but i just wanted to share some of the exciting things we have done &amp;amp; just tell you all the reasons i love him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It was so fun playing futsal with our families on Thanksgiving &amp;amp; the day before, it'll definitely have to be an annual thing!&lt;br /&gt;-Going to the temple to do baptisms with you &amp;amp; being super nervous cuz you wanted to baptize me, i can't wait to go back many times in the future with you! I think this day was the first day we kissed too!! :)&lt;br /&gt;-Our first date, going to see lights at Tuachan.. but getting there &amp;amp; not really any special lights on so wandering around talking, which was very fun :) then going to get ice cream at iceberg &amp;amp; watching a movie at my place.&lt;br /&gt;-Dancing in your living room, with only the christmas tree lights on. One earphone in my ear &amp;amp; one in yours playing the music from the ipod! Seriously the most romantic thing ever!! :)&lt;br /&gt;-1st Road trip up north to see you.&lt;br /&gt;             -Watching Sherlock Holmes 1 &amp;amp; 2 with you &amp;amp; your cousins. (both EXCELLENT movies, even though i fell asleep in the 2nd one &amp;amp; twitched a little bit! haha)&lt;br /&gt;                 - Going to Temple Square to see the beautiful lights! It was seriously the prettiest thing ever!!&lt;br /&gt;                 - Going with you to the Stephan family christmas party, i was so nervous but having you by my side the entire time i was able to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Doing the Turkey Trot with our families, we better do it every year!!&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to you tell me about the scriptures &amp;amp; interesting things you've learned!&lt;br /&gt;-Your Buick!! I love sitting next to you in the middle seat!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Our first kiss, i know i told you a few times that i wasn't going to let you kiss me because i didn't want it to be hard when you left...We'll after 2 days of saying that we were sitting on the couch &amp;amp;  you told me i had 5 minutes to leave or else you were gonna kiss me  but that 5 minutes really only last about 1 minute. You said ok 30 seconds &amp;amp; i'm gonna kiss you, so i stood up &amp;amp; said i was gonna go, even though i knew i couldn't leave without kissing you. We hugged each other for about 3 minutes then kinda pulled back &amp;amp; you put your forehead to mine &amp;amp; just looked into  my eyes &amp;amp; said are you sure i can't kiss you? I couldn't  take my forehead away from yours.. the butterflies were seriously eating me alive, so i just gave in...  but i was totally right though, kissing you  made it harder than crap to say goodbye to you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvJnY-AY2zA/Tvid4zNz3jI/AAAAAAAACAs/9E2dkNSMSL0/s1600/dec%2B25%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Holding hand with you, every time we are together just makes me so happy! I dread the days i wont be able to do that everyday!&lt;br /&gt;-I absolutely love that your not afraid to let people know we're together! I've never had a boyfriend hold my hand, hug me or kiss me in public/in front of people! It feels nice so have that affection! (even my aunt told me she was shocked to see me holding hands with you in front of people cuz she's never seen me like that, but i love it!!! ha)&lt;br /&gt;-Your creative Christmas present! I absolutely loved it, even though you made me open it in front of both our families! haha thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;amp; last but not least... I loved when you were at my apartment &amp;amp; we were looking at pictures of your cousin on facebook &amp;amp; you wanted to show me a band that you really liked (cake) so you pulled up your favorite song on you-tube &amp;amp; played it, then we went back to looking at pictures... My most favorite part of that all was the smile you had on your face during the entire song, literally your grin went from one ear to the other ear!! I have never seen you so excited about something, it seriously melted my heart &amp;amp; i am positive i fell more in love with you, if that's even possible!! It was so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Adam James Stephan!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvJnY-AY2zA/Tvid4zNz3jI/AAAAAAAACAs/9E2dkNSMSL0/s1600/dec%2B25%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvJnY-AY2zA/Tvid4zNz3jI/AAAAAAAACAs/9E2dkNSMSL0/s320/dec%2B25%2Bpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690471728328990258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6802787173050469608-6433153964690656508?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6433153964690656508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6433153964690656508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6433153964690656508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6433153964690656508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/12/adam.html' title='Adam'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dvJnY-AY2zA/Tvid4zNz3jI/AAAAAAAACAs/9E2dkNSMSL0/s72-c/dec%2B25%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7592139332830036278</id><published>2011-12-13T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:50:02.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct, Nov &amp; Dec</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been forever since i got on &amp;amp; posted so i decided.. since a LOT has happened recently i'd add a new post!! I'm gonna try to keep up with this blog, so we'll see how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-My (niece)Louise Doris Nuckles was born (technically i'm not her real aunt but i claim her mom as my sister/best friend so i figure that makes her my niece!!) She is so precious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXNEqdFKOlM/TuhQf4S2TgI/AAAAAAAACAg/fMexezCtbsE/s1600/309673_2603316525138_1321611922_3139519_857461054_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 125px; height: 134px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685883038172859906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXNEqdFKOlM/TuhQf4S2TgI/AAAAAAAACAg/fMexezCtbsE/s320/309673_2603316525138_1321611922_3139519_857461054_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-We (me, shaun, shay, allie, megs &amp;amp; lacy) won the costume contest at DSC Halloween Dance!! $50 &amp;amp; 10 punch Zumba pass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFSHz1qumKk/TuhQQpNa67I/AAAAAAAACAU/yN12Z82oRq8/s1600/309003_10150346698056814_576826813_8876056_64886551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685882776425524146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFSHz1qumKk/TuhQQpNa67I/AAAAAAAACAU/yN12Z82oRq8/s320/309003_10150346698056814_576826813_8876056_64886551_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;KISS THIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Started a few new traditions! 1st annual Turkey Day Futsal games &amp;amp; 1st annual Turkey Trot race with some of the Stephan Fam! Can't wait til next Thanksgiving! It'll be epic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToM5LbjYGtg/Tuf27pluQ7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/LqnhtOt6zok/s1600/317158_2210505622954_1256896458_31929738_1560099512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685784559215330226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ToM5LbjYGtg/Tuf27pluQ7I/AAAAAAAAB_8/LqnhtOt6zok/s320/317158_2210505622954_1256896458_31929738_1560099512_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Participants in Turkey Trot (l to r)&lt;br /&gt;Shauni, Kyson, Adam H, Me, Justin, Angela, Mom, Melis, Sky &amp;amp; Adam S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Cut down our 1st ever Christmas Tree for our apartment &amp;amp; decorated it with white lights &amp;amp; random pictures of us from the year! (pics later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December:&lt;/span&gt; (there is really only 1 important thing that happened this month so far worth blogging)&lt;br /&gt;-Adam &amp;amp; I started dating&lt;br /&gt;( A little about Adam.. He recently returned from his mission in Chile. We actually met through his sister, my sister-in-law (no relation, ha) About 9-11 months before he came home Melissa told me she had a cute brother on a mission that would be home in October &amp;amp; that i needed to be single when he got home so i could go on a date with him. I told her i'm sure i would be single in October so i'd go out with him. Little did i know that i'd meet him &amp;amp; fall for him! Adam is probably one of the sweetest guys i have ever met! He is different from every other guy i have dated &amp;amp; i am so grateful for that! I honestly don't deserve him! (not even kidding) He moved up north for school this coming spring &amp;amp; i am already missing him tremendously!! I don't know how i'm gonna survive til Summer!! Bring on the road trips!  Thank you Adam for everything! I'm so glad for the memories we have made &amp;amp; can't wait for many more that are to come. I would be lost without you! You are the best! :)&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/-bo1hw9qkREE/Tuf12zRu2cI/AAAAAAAAB_w/eZJrh51TqTk/s1600/us4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 228px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685783376404863426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bo1hw9qkREE/Tuf12zRu2cI/AAAAAAAAB_w/eZJrh51TqTk/s320/us4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; my handsome boyfriend Adam Stephan&lt;br /&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/6802787173050469608-7592139332830036278?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7592139332830036278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7592139332830036278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7592139332830036278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7592139332830036278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/12/oct-nov-dec.html' title='Oct, Nov &amp; Dec'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XXNEqdFKOlM/TuhQf4S2TgI/AAAAAAAACAg/fMexezCtbsE/s72-c/309673_2603316525138_1321611922_3139519_857461054_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4379893870524662233</id><published>2011-11-24T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:10:09.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Issues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font: bold 26pt/80% georgia; color: rgb(47, 47, 79);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou see that girl, yeah her. She seems so invincible right. But just touch her and she'll wince. She has secrets and she trusts no one. She’s the perfect example of betrayal.  Because everyone she trusted, broke her. I know i am one with lots of trust issues because the second i trust someone i ends badly!&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard, love is strange.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing last, people change.&lt;br /&gt;People talk just a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;You never know just who to trust.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Love grows where trust is laid, and love dies where trust is betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to trust people now days some don't understand your situation, some have big mouths, and some just don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Break my trust once. And everything changes from there. (so true, it's hard to trust again)&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a second chance, but trusting them won't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;It takes years to build up trust, and just seconds to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;People ask me why it's so hard to trust others, i ask them why it is so hard to keep a promise.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe this one helps a lot:&lt;br /&gt;And when your world seems to come crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;and the people you thought you trusted have betrayed you, smile.&lt;br /&gt;Smile, and make them wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to admit that i have trust issues! Almost everyone I've ever trusted, has betrayed that trust. There comes a day when you realize that you can trust no one but  yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-4379893870524662233?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4379893870524662233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4379893870524662233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4379893870524662233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4379893870524662233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/11/trust-issues.html' title='Trust Issues!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2864321705183419376</id><published>2011-08-28T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T08:56:00.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At Me Now...</title><content type='html'>So, my friend Luke showed me this song &amp;amp; i am still amazed at how fast she can rap! I am not usually a lover of rap music but this is...AMAZING!! I wish i could sing as fast as she does!! Holy Smokes!! She went on the Ellen DeGeneres show &amp;amp; when asked what inspired her to rap said she loves to rap in the shower...  i gotta start rappin in the shower!! :) ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khCokQt--l4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khCokQt--l4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lightheaded just listening to her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-2864321705183419376?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2864321705183419376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2864321705183419376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2864321705183419376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2864321705183419376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-at-me-now.html' title='Look At Me Now...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8586530956315868311</id><published>2011-08-24T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:04:28.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Happenings!</title><content type='html'>So, i decided it's been forever since i've posted! A lot has happened so i'll just give a few short bullet points on all the recent happenings then later i'll post about them in more detail!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved to St. George&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourpulling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashley picked JP :) &amp;amp; i'm ecstatic about it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buena Vista YSA ward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vollyball/Futsal Nights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got internet FINALLY!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Zebra Chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new journal (made by me at steamrollers) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Full-Time at work!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;90 degrees House!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least... Sean's home! Another good friend is home from the mission! He served his misison in Tampa, Florida! I would be super happy he's home except the fact that he is gone up to school, so it's like he never really came home!! ha Oh well, Welcome Home Sean! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; tons more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JVZGvaPQFQ/TlWPvntvs4I/AAAAAAAAB-w/_makCxNAlBc/s320/302975_2300019026114_1418313655_2672561_7875129_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644575756256260994" border="0" /&gt;photo compliments go to: allen hackworth&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/6802787173050469608-8586530956315868311?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8586530956315868311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8586530956315868311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8586530956315868311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8586530956315868311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-happenings.html' title='New Happenings!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_JVZGvaPQFQ/TlWPvntvs4I/AAAAAAAAB-w/_makCxNAlBc/s72-c/302975_2300019026114_1418313655_2672561_7875129_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6136114028242058638</id><published>2011-06-26T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:20:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBx12Hfy_NQ/TggM8Sbf4_I/AAAAAAAAB-I/IQ2b25hMJxs/s1600/ashley_a_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBx12Hfy_NQ/TggM8Sbf4_I/AAAAAAAAB-I/IQ2b25hMJxs/s320/ashley_a_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622758364650922994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I am addicted to the Bachelor/Bachelorette! Yes, there are about 6-7 of us girls who get together every Monday night &amp;amp; watch it religiously! Yes, i made a bracket that i keep updated each week, Yes i'm sad William is gone. (He was a jerk but he did apologize, maybe i was just in love with his looks) &amp;amp; Yes i am nervous for this weeks episode because i HATE bentley with a passion &amp;amp; want him to just get lost &amp;amp; her to just get over him!!!&lt;br /&gt;My two most favorites are... Blake &amp;amp; JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPOW75dbF_E/TggR-oB4UVI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Aq8TMRaumJs/s1600/Blake---Bachelorette-Contestant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPOW75dbF_E/TggR-oB4UVI/AAAAAAAAB-g/Aq8TMRaumJs/s320/Blake---Bachelorette-Contestant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622763902366929234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcd9PjOgBgQ/TggR-_uShSI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4pvzwEU-8pg/s1600/J-P---Bachelorette-Contestant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcd9PjOgBgQ/TggR-_uShSI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4pvzwEU-8pg/s320/J-P---Bachelorette-Contestant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622763908727211298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if she doesnt pick Blake then i want him!)&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts on this season or favorite guys?!&lt;br /&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/6802787173050469608-6136114028242058638?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6136114028242058638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6136114028242058638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6136114028242058638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6136114028242058638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/06/bachelorette-2011.html' title='Bachelorette 2011'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBx12Hfy_NQ/TggM8Sbf4_I/AAAAAAAAB-I/IQ2b25hMJxs/s72-c/ashley_a_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8178775888845965216</id><published>2011-05-17T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:12:10.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#20 Get Extensions</title><content type='html'># 20... CHECK!! 2 down 20 to go, at this pace i will complete all 22 way before my 22nd bday!!&lt;br /&gt;I got EXTENSIONS!!! Yup, i finally got them!! Thank you Brandi! This picture sucks, but it is the best i could do while i was home alone! I know it doesn't look that long, but it is about 2 inches longer than my real hair... next time i think i'll get 'em 4 inches longer!! :) They are so much fun!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fdm9-muBE/TdM4Fa4dqFI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aYupwbpyFdQ/s1600/extensions1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fdm9-muBE/TdM4Fa4dqFI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aYupwbpyFdQ/s320/extensions1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607887626773047378" 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/6802787173050469608-8178775888845965216?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8178775888845965216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8178775888845965216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8178775888845965216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8178775888845965216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/05/20-get-extensions.html' title='#20 Get Extensions'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8fdm9-muBE/TdM4Fa4dqFI/AAAAAAAAB9w/aYupwbpyFdQ/s72-c/extensions1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6980659079682726697</id><published>2011-05-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:29:59.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Love</title><content type='html'>Yes, this is kinda a depressing post, but i have kinda been in a depressed mood the past few days. Not sure exactly why, but i came up with this to expound on my current feelings...&lt;br /&gt;When i saw him the first time, it was nothing. As time went by, i noticed his personality. He wasn't my type, but maybe that was good. My type always seemed to crush me anyways. He would always make me laugh &amp;amp; i would think about the next time i'd get to see/talk to him. I fell in love with our friendship. It's just that i never let him know. I thought the signs were there that he liked me enough to let me tell him how i felt in my own time. Guess i was wrong because its not the same anymore. He's moved onto another girl &amp;amp; those feelings that were supposedly there, he has totally forgotten about!&lt;br /&gt;Right after graduating from high school I was searching for quotes to make me feel better of having never been given the chance to really date a lot in my teenage/high school years, but since all i could find were quotes about girls grieving over break-ups, i have decided to share my own "guy" feelings which are just as real &amp;amp; heartbroken as girls' feelings. We all search for what seems forever, but usually can find someone in maybe a year or two. I thought a couple of times that i had found the right one, only to be disappointed or hurt. I have been searching for a good few years, trying to convince those i had fallen for that i would give the world to them, just to have my vulnerable, perhaps even weak heart torn. I don't know, i guess i picture myself as that one person who was truly meant for someone, but was never even noticed, much less given the chance to share in the love &amp;amp; joy with that person. Well, if love these days really is not as much love, but more so desire &amp;amp; lust, then count me out! I'd rather rise up to do greater things to fix this twisted world. Anyways, that's my pathetic story/feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i completed yet another thing off my 22 things list, a blog post with details  &amp;amp; pictures coming very soon!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6980659079682726697?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6980659079682726697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6980659079682726697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6980659079682726697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6980659079682726697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/05/unspoken-love.html' title='Unspoken Love'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6038458261589797979</id><published>2011-04-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:08:21.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18. Purchase legit running shoes</title><content type='html'>#18: I finally decided that my crappy running shoes needed to be retired &amp;amp; it was time for a pair of legit running shoes. So, i went over to The St. George Running Center &amp;amp; got fitted for my favorite pair of new shoes. I love my new Asics! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fM4Np18N4I/Tbxq-suJU2I/AAAAAAAAB9o/MojVZ84O1es/s1600/043011125646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fM4Np18N4I/Tbxq-suJU2I/AAAAAAAAB9o/MojVZ84O1es/s320/043011125646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601469661931197282" 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/6802787173050469608-6038458261589797979?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6038458261589797979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6038458261589797979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6038458261589797979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6038458261589797979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/04/18-purchase-legit-running-shoes.html' title='18. Purchase legit running shoes'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fM4Np18N4I/Tbxq-suJU2I/AAAAAAAAB9o/MojVZ84O1es/s72-c/043011125646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7065839600423586473</id><published>2011-04-23T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:43:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Things TO DO Before I’m 22:</title><content type='html'>I didn't accomplish many off my last years list, but this year i decided that the majority of them needed to be more realistic, so i'm hoping for the best!! Keep your fingers crossed i can check off all 22!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Keep a journal—write in it EVERY night!&lt;br /&gt;2. Find &amp;amp; purchase the movie “Just Like Heaven”&lt;br /&gt;3. Run a half marathon&lt;br /&gt;4. Trust a guy… completely&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat at the Cheese Cake Factory&lt;br /&gt;6. Get my New Years Kiss… or just a kiss in the rain (NCMO)&lt;br /&gt;7. Purchase a long board &amp;amp; learn to ride it!&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to the Garment District in Cali/Road trip to Cali&lt;br /&gt;9. Lose 10 lbs. (get in shape)&lt;br /&gt;10. Be able to do the splits&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to the somewhere exotic&lt;br /&gt;12. Do baptisms for the dead at least 12 times! (once a month!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Go on a blind date or two!&lt;br /&gt;14. Move Out!! (into a studio apartment/casita)&lt;br /&gt;15. Attend Temple Prep (&amp;amp; maybe take out my endowments)&lt;br /&gt;16. Get a new pair of Vans&lt;br /&gt;17. Fly in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;18. Purchase legit running shoes&lt;br /&gt;19. When someone hugs me, let them be the first to let go (instead of me as usual)&lt;br /&gt;20. Get extensions &lt;br /&gt;21. Have a “DERMOT MULRONEY” movie marathon (my secret celebrity crush)&lt;br /&gt;22. Read the BOM cover to cover (it’ll be the 3rd time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7065839600423586473?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7065839600423586473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7065839600423586473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7065839600423586473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7065839600423586473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/04/22-things-to-do-before-im-22.html' title='22 Things TO DO Before I’m 22:'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4800092562073236969</id><published>2011-03-28T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:37:05.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush...</title><content type='html'>Dear You, I'm sorry i'm not one to reciprocate the same kind of actions &amp;amp; words that you do &amp;amp; say. I'm confused, &amp;amp; i've been hurt multiple times to a degree unimaginable. I'm not one to get close to people quickly, anymore. I used to, i use to be innocent, free, &amp;amp; willing to connect with anyone &amp;amp; everyone on a level that would make everyone my deep, close friend. You may never know it's you. I could say "it's your blue eyes &amp;amp; blonde hair that got me!" but you wouldn't know if it's actually you, or someone else entirely. You're someone I have a crush on, take heed to my words when i say that you're a great person, &amp;amp; it's a terrible tragedy that my fear of being let down, my trust issue, &amp;amp; having to suffer pain again, has led me to keep myself in silence, to make me push everything &amp;amp; everyone away when i realize hints may be put out there. I'm not one of those girls who sticks around, &amp;amp; is the 2nd person in a equation where you have to figure out who you like more. Either i'm your everything, or nothing. Even though i am horrible at figuring out what i am feeling exactly.. The reason i can be so demanding (if i am), is because that's how i treat those who i like. Yes, you're a mere crush right now, but i like you with each new day. Because with each new day, i learn something new, something more about you. So, crush of mine, you may never know if it's really you i'm not the best judge when it comes to knowing if i should trust someone enough to let them. So, my blue eyed, blonde haired crush, if one day you find out it's you i'm talking to, look back on this. You're a funny guy, you're kind, you're sweet, you've got a great personalilty, you always treat me better than i deserve &amp;amp; you have such a strong testimony. I'm not even sure you like hanging out with me when we do have the chance to...but that's just because of my fear. While people love to be around you, i was told that people couldn't STAND to be around me. Who knows eh? What a juvenille term CRUSH is...oh well... -Whitney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-4800092562073236969?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4800092562073236969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4800092562073236969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4800092562073236969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4800092562073236969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/03/crush.html' title='Crush...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2875098929676775157</id><published>2011-03-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:51:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disease called Perfection:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(The majority of this article was written by a man. I just took out some things &amp;amp; add some of my own words to it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Perfection: a beautiful fairy-tale that leaves you hating yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As a warning, the following post was written in complete desperation. I have recently learned some very sobering truths from people that I love dearly. These truths have set in motion a quest within me to do whatever I can to make a change. Today is not geared at funny. Today is geared at something greater. I promise after reading this, you will be affected in a way you have always needed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wonder. Am I the only one aware that there is an infectious mental disease laying siege on us right now? There is a serious pandemic of "Perfection" spreading, and it needs to stop. Hear me out because this is something for which I am passionately and constantly hurting. It's a sickness that I've been trying to put into words for years without much success. It's a sickness that I have personally struggled with. It's a sickness that at times has left me hiding in dark corners and hating myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And chances are it's hit you too. What is the disease called "Perfection"? Perhaps a list of its real-life symptoms will help you better understand it. We live in communities where people feel unconquerable amounts of pressure to always appear perfectly happy, perfectly functional, and perfectly figured. "Perfection" is much different than perfectionism. The following examples of "Perfection" are all real examples If you actually stop to think about some of these, you will cry as I did. If you don't, maybe you're infected with way too much of this "Perfection" infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a wife who feels trapped in a marriage to a lazy, angry, small man, but at soccer practice tells the other wives how wonderful her husband always is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a husband who is belittled, unappreciated, and abused by his wife, yet works endlessly to make his marriage appear incredible to those around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a daughter with an eating disorder that keeps it hidden for years because she doesn't want to be the first among her family and friends to be imperfect. She would give anything to confront it, but she can't because then the "Perfect" people would hate her as much as she hates herself for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a couple drowning in debt, but who still agree to that cruise with their friends because the words "we don't have the money" are impossible ones to push across their lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    -"Perfection" is a mom hating herself because she only sees that every other mom around her is the perfect mother, the perfect wife, and the perfect neighbor. What this mom doesn't know is that Mrs. Jones is also at home crying right now because the pressure to be "Perfect" never lets up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a dad hating himself because he can't give the same thing to his kids that other dads do, and then hates himself further because he takes his self-loathing out on his kids behind closed doors. You know what would have been nice? If you were never born. Do you realize how much money I'd have right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a child hating herself because the boys at school call her fat, and when she goes home she tells her mom that school was fine. Her mom never stops to question why her daughter doesn't have any friends, because her mom doesn't want to think that anything might be less than "Perfect".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"Perfection" is a woman who is so overwhelmed that she thinks about killing herself daily. "Perfection" makes it so that she never will because of the things people will think if she does. How could I make my suicide look like an accident? If I kill myself, I don't want anybody knowing that I ever had any problems. She never stops to look at why she wants to do it, because healing means admitting imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    -"Perfection" is a man who everybody heralds as perfect, and inside he is screaming to be seen as the faulty human being that he always has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I could go on. This is all a small sampling of the disease called "Perfection". You have brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, extended family members, neighbors, friends, and children who are ALL these things, yet none of us will ever know. "Perfection" is a hideous monster with a really beautiful face. And chances are you're infected. The good news is, there is a cure….. Be real!! Embrace that you have weakness. Because everybody does. Embrace that your body is not perfect. Because nobody's is. Embrace that you have things you can't control. We all have a list of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here's your wake-up call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who feels worthless sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who took your frustrations out on someone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who isn't making enough money to support your lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who has questions about your religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who sometimes says things that really hurt other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who feels trapped in your marriage or relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who gets down and hates yourself and you can't figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one who hates your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You aren't the only one that can't control yourself around food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;        The cure is so simple. …Be real!! Be bold about your weaknesses and you will change people's lives. Be honest about who you actually are, and others will begin to be their actual selves around you. Once you cure yourself of the disease, others will come to you, asking if they can just "talk". People are desperate to talk. Some of the most "perfect" people around you will tell you of some of the greatest struggles going on. Some of the most "perfect" people around you will break down in tears as they tell you how difficult life is for them. Turns out some of the most "perfect" people around us are human beings after all, and are dying to talk to another human being about it. You'll love them for it. And you'll love yourself even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;**Let's not forget this quote: "I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere." Somebody who is being a friend doesn't spread "Perfection". Somebody who is being a friend spreads "Real". Then, and only then, can we all grow together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am not perfect, nor do I want anybody to think of me as such. Here's my dose of real:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-I once sat in my bedroom crying uncontrollably because I felt like everybody thought I was fat and ugly. I was a full grown woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-There are some people I avoid bumping into in public because I feel like I'm not as good as them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-I judge people harshly who share the same features that I hate about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Sometimes I'm sad. Sometimes I'm not funny. Sometimes I just want to be alone. Sometimes I stay at home on a weekend because I just don't want to see the "Perfection" going on around me. Sometimes I want to drop-kick a perfect person's head across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    "Perfection" infects every corner of society. It infects our schools. It infects neighborhoods. It infects our workplaces. This is not to say that there aren't a lot of genuinely, happy people. I am one of those people. Most of the time. There is nothing more beautiful than a person finding true happiness in who they are and what they believe. No, this is not me trying to diminish the happiness in others. This is merely me pathetically attempting to put a face on a problem that I see everywhere but few people ever notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;{this last paragraph was all taken from the man who wrote the perfection article}&lt;br /&gt;This is me, weeping as I write, asking the good people of the world to find somebody to put their arm around and be "real". This is me, wishing that people would realize how beautiful they are, even with all of their imperfections. This is me, sad and desperate for the girls in this world to love themselves. This is me, a very imperfect man, trying to help others feel a little more perfect by asking you to act a little less perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-2875098929676775157?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2875098929676775157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2875098929676775157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2875098929676775157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2875098929676775157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/03/disease-called-perfection.html' title='The Disease called Perfection:'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2360710792993595594</id><published>2011-02-12T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:40:53.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15, 14, 13 &amp; 12</title><content type='html'>Day 15, 14, 13 &amp;amp; 12 (hectic week again!)&lt;br /&gt;15: A picture of something you wanna do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWlTUNJkYNo/TVbg6c64DlI/AAAAAAAAB80/szWdJbg4r-s/s1600/Washinton-DC-temple.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/-aWlTUNJkYNo/TVbg6c64DlI/AAAAAAAAB80/szWdJbg4r-s/s320/Washinton-DC-temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888883717738066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go to the Washington D.C. Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14: A picture of your all time favorite movie:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3plQQSPM6ZE/TVbg6ICy90I/AAAAAAAAB8s/X_GSyE9Am6c/s1600/pride-and-prejudice-poster-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3plQQSPM6ZE/TVbg6ICy90I/AAAAAAAAB8s/X_GSyE9Am6c/s320/pride-and-prejudice-poster-300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888878113814338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice (this version cuz of Mr. Darcy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;13: A picture that can always make you smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rh6w84oWEo0/TVbg516XXwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/dI8balNi85s/s1600/me%252B%2526%252Bbrady%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rh6w84oWEo0/TVbg516XXwI/AAAAAAAAB8c/dI8balNi85s/s320/me%252B%2526%252Bbrady%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888873246613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Brady (one of my really good friends i met at DSC) &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;12: A picture of your celebrity crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbhytrSYMGg/TVbg6JhWP4I/AAAAAAAAB8k/5VC7jJ9F6DM/s1600/Jude-Law0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbhytrSYMGg/TVbg6JhWP4I/AAAAAAAAB8k/5VC7jJ9F6DM/s320/Jude-Law0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572888878510391170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a very tough decision cuz i have quite a few but i would have to say...&lt;br /&gt;JUDE LAW&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/6802787173050469608-2360710792993595594?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2360710792993595594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2360710792993595594&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2360710792993595594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2360710792993595594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-14-13-12.html' title='Day 15, 14, 13 &amp; 12'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aWlTUNJkYNo/TVbg6c64DlI/AAAAAAAAB80/szWdJbg4r-s/s72-c/Washinton-DC-temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2932813731280791313</id><published>2011-02-08T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:37:19.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 &amp; 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yet another day missed.. so another double post, life has been crazy busy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 16: A picture of your most treasured items: (i couldn't pick just one of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInRVxDFsI/AAAAAAAAB8E/2d8Zdz4Etqo/s1600/22184-DrPepperL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInRVxDFsI/AAAAAAAAB8E/2d8Zdz4Etqo/s320/22184-DrPepperL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571558867864852162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInRtrDsMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/HnWDc8c6GNg/s1600/black-zebra-bedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInRtrDsMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/HnWDc8c6GNg/s320/black-zebra-bedding1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571558874282176706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dr. pepper &amp;amp; my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 17: A picture of somewhere you'd LOVE to travel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInR17E_8I/AAAAAAAAB8U/nns7wiQcdWs/s1600/231407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInR17E_8I/AAAAAAAAB8U/nns7wiQcdWs/s320/231407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571558876496854978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARIS, FRANCE! since i was about 8 yrs old (or younger) i have always wanted to go to Paris &amp;amp; see the Eiffel Tower!&lt;br /&gt;One day!!&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/6802787173050469608-2932813731280791313?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2932813731280791313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2932813731280791313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2932813731280791313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2932813731280791313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-17-16.html' title='Day 17 &amp; 16'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TVInRVxDFsI/AAAAAAAAB8E/2d8Zdz4Etqo/s72-c/22184-DrPepperL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2336569883119346786</id><published>2011-02-06T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:12:56.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>Day 18 A picture of you &amp;amp; a family member from at least 3 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TU-AruIBdMI/AAAAAAAAB78/K8hm6JlUVCU/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BSky.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/_fICrc5celj8/TU-AruIBdMI/AAAAAAAAB78/K8hm6JlUVCU/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BSky.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570812752685003970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you probably dont recognize me in this picture, due to the fact that i no longer have blonde hair &amp;amp; the fact that we look like little kids here. (ages 17 &amp;amp; 19)&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/6802787173050469608-2336569883119346786?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2336569883119346786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2336569883119346786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2336569883119346786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2336569883119346786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-19.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TU-AruIBdMI/AAAAAAAAB78/K8hm6JlUVCU/s72-c/Me%2B%2526%2BSky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7392515447580737446</id><published>2011-02-05T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:12:39.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>Day 19 A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TU47Hi4SBBI/AAAAAAAAB70/4-7PUxKPe9A/s1600/me%2B%2526%2Bmom%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TU47Hi4SBBI/AAAAAAAAB70/4-7PUxKPe9A/s320/me%2B%2526%2Bmom%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570454789911872530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; my WONDERFUL mom Kellie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(excuse the fact that this picture is 2 years old, its the only one i could find!)&lt;br /&gt;not pictured to also answer this question, would be my 2nd mother, Lisa Stratton!&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/6802787173050469608-7392515447580737446?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7392515447580737446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7392515447580737446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7392515447580737446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7392515447580737446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-20.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TU47Hi4SBBI/AAAAAAAAB70/4-7PUxKPe9A/s72-c/me%2B%2526%2Bmom%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2070556078843577098</id><published>2011-02-04T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:12:14.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Day 20 - A picture of someone you miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUyKALNQUqI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Dr7fa26nIS8/s1600/bestfriendsforever.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/_fICrc5celj8/TUyKALNQUqI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Dr7fa26nIS8/s320/bestfriendsforever.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569978574763479714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me &amp;amp; my very best friend Marie. I love her to death!! The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only problem right now is... she lives 6 hours  away &amp;amp; i rarely get to see her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-2070556078843577098?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2070556078843577098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2070556078843577098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2070556078843577098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2070556078843577098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-30.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUyKALNQUqI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Dr7fa26nIS8/s72-c/bestfriendsforever.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1333794851069747406</id><published>2011-02-03T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:37:11.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>Day 21 A picture of your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUueXQgzy7I/AAAAAAAAB7k/mPAZRg-XJms/s1600/010711130927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUueXQgzy7I/AAAAAAAAB7k/mPAZRg-XJms/s320/010711130927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569719486580509618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is actually a picture i took a few weeks ago at work, but i did almost this exact thing today! This is a stack of charts of patients who haven't been seen in years &amp;amp; need to be shredded!! All i can say is i am exhausted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-1333794851069747406?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1333794851069747406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1333794851069747406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1333794851069747406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1333794851069747406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUueXQgzy7I/AAAAAAAAB7k/mPAZRg-XJms/s72-c/010711130927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7641578315334212877</id><published>2011-02-02T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:19:06.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 &amp; 22</title><content type='html'>Day 23 &amp;amp; 22 (i missed a day so here are two pic's to make up for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;23: A picture of the person/people you the craziest things with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUlnY08sYWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/l0u2lvzCHY0/s1600/roomies.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/_fICrc5celj8/TUlnY08sYWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/l0u2lvzCHY0/s320/roomies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569096090448060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Britt, Shay &amp;amp; Mikyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22: A picture of something or someone you wish you could forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{picture removed!}&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/6802787173050469608-7641578315334212877?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7641578315334212877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7641578315334212877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7641578315334212877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7641578315334212877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-23-22.html' title='Day 23 &amp; 22'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUlnY08sYWI/AAAAAAAAB7U/l0u2lvzCHY0/s72-c/roomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6717471249292446426</id><published>2011-01-31T22:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:34:13.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Day 24 A picture of the person/people who has/have gotten you through the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUeoageYbNI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6B9PPlxRbYg/s1600/besties%2Bfor%2Blife....%2Bme%252C%2Bclaire%2B%2526%2Bstacia.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/_fICrc5celj8/TUeoageYbNI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6B9PPlxRbYg/s320/besties%2Bfor%2Blife....%2Bme%252C%2Bclaire%2B%2526%2Bstacia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568604637614337234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire &amp;amp; Stacia&lt;br /&gt;Two of my best friends throughout high school.&lt;br /&gt;These 2 girls have gotten me through the everything  from the toughest breakups to the stupidest problems with boys, life, school, etc. You name it they were there to help!&lt;br /&gt;I remember our countless&lt;br /&gt;chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;girls nights.&lt;br /&gt;helped get us through anything!!&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/6802787173050469608-6717471249292446426?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6717471249292446426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6717471249292446426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6717471249292446426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6717471249292446426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUeoageYbNI/AAAAAAAAB7A/6B9PPlxRbYg/s72-c/besties%2Bfor%2Blife....%2Bme%252C%2Bclaire%2B%2526%2Bstacia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3315080903132121973</id><published>2011-01-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:06:15.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>Day 25 A picture or two from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_fICrc5celj8/TUXSgDiZApI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Jbneio1_F2c/s1600/165180_494003060962_702345962_6171477_1560660_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/TUXSgDiZApI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Jbneio1_F2c/s320/165180_494003060962_702345962_6171477_1560660_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568087962460684946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACIALS w/ Jacob, Melissa, Shauni, Skyler &amp;amp; Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUXSNfU37NI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9H041BrJHqM/s1600/167503_494003145962_702345962_6171480_684252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUXSNfU37NI/AAAAAAAAB6g/9H041BrJHqM/s320/167503_494003145962_702345962_6171480_684252_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568087643502669010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3315080903132121973?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3315080903132121973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3315080903132121973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3315080903132121973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3315080903132121973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUXSgDiZApI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Jbneio1_F2c/s72-c/165180_494003060962_702345962_6171477_1560660_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4977524394273535954</id><published>2011-01-29T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T08:56:51.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26</title><content type='html'>Day 26: A picture of your favorite memory from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TURFWuwWnXI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/GrgVRvANbzc/s1600/day%2B26.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/_fICrc5celj8/TURFWuwWnXI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/GrgVRvANbzc/s320/day%2B26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567651296147053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1ST ANNUAL DARE NIGHT BATTLE!&lt;br /&gt;E2 VS. D2&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/6802787173050469608-4977524394273535954?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4977524394273535954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4977524394273535954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4977524394273535954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4977524394273535954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-26.html' title='Day 26'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TURFWuwWnXI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/GrgVRvANbzc/s72-c/day%2B26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4666310566597586509</id><published>2011-01-28T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:15:43.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 27: A picture that makes you laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of Jaydin &amp;amp; that is her moms bra. I seriously laugh everytime i see this cuz i can totally imagine her running around the house wearing this on her head!! (i mean she is 2 &amp;amp; got her first bra for Christmas that she wears around the house!  She loves them, as you can tell!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUO9hp1CYYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/rNYQnAs0-ns/s1600/28343_122464857792317_100000864093806_116341_3782365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUO9hp1CYYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/rNYQnAs0-ns/s320/28343_122464857792317_100000864093806_116341_3782365_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567501950221705602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you Jaydin!!&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/6802787173050469608-4666310566597586509?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4666310566597586509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4666310566597586509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4666310566597586509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4666310566597586509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUO9hp1CYYI/AAAAAAAAB6I/rNYQnAs0-ns/s72-c/28343_122464857792317_100000864093806_116341_3782365_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5099897216934432931</id><published>2011-01-27T22:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:19:38.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28</title><content type='html'>Day 28- A picture of the cast from your favorite tv show-- BONES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUJetdNeFPI/AAAAAAAAB54/PyljWUbh_RA/s1600/day%2B28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUJetdNeFPI/AAAAAAAAB54/PyljWUbh_RA/s320/day%2B28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567116224411604210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cast Members from l t0 r: Dr. Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Agent Seely Booth, Dr. Temperance Brennan aka Bones, Dr. Zac Addy &amp;amp; Dr. Camille Saroyan. Not photographed Dr. Lance Sweets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't ever seen this, i would highly recommend watching it, i am ADDICTED!! :)&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/6802787173050469608-5099897216934432931?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5099897216934432931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5099897216934432931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5099897216934432931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5099897216934432931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-28.html' title='Day 28'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUJetdNeFPI/AAAAAAAAB54/PyljWUbh_RA/s72-c/day%2B28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7855802524656117933</id><published>2011-01-26T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:11:54.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day #29 A picture of you &amp;amp; the person  you have been the closest with the longest:&lt;br /&gt;  Claire has been my best friend for as long as i can remember. The day i met her i knew we'd be best friends for life. I love her like a sister! I can't imagine my life without her... High school would have been so lonely! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_fICrc5celj8/TUEHsaRSNaI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ElmrMHvt0SE/s1600/n1321611922_23347_987.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/_fICrc5celj8/TUEHsaRSNaI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ElmrMHvt0SE/s320/n1321611922_23347_987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566739073954100642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Claire- Graduation 2008&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/6802787173050469608-7855802524656117933?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7855802524656117933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7855802524656117933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7855802524656117933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7855802524656117933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-of-30-day-challenge.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TUEHsaRSNaI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ElmrMHvt0SE/s72-c/n1321611922_23347_987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3739838604915886761</id><published>2011-01-25T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:11:27.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Picture Challenge</title><content type='html'>One of my friends was doing this on her blog, so i decided to take her idea &amp;amp; do one of my own. Its called the 30 Day Picture Challenge! Each day you post a different picture to go with the question/statement for that day. (in reverse.. so starting with 30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day #30 A picture of yourself with 15 different facts about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TT-_8AsegHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/RShs826rBgI/s1600/memorial%2Bweekend%2B%2B2%2B719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TT-_8AsegHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/RShs826rBgI/s320/memorial%2Bweekend%2B%2B2%2B719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566378702152826994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i would rather break a bone than be touched by feet!&lt;br /&gt;2. i LOVE singing. Especially when i'm alone, in the shower or in the car&lt;br /&gt;3. My favorite Ice Cream flavor: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;4. i HATE being the decision maker.&lt;br /&gt;5. i LOVE asparagus&lt;br /&gt;6. i like getting dressed up all nice (high heels, dress, etc.)but would rather be in a pair of comfy jeans &amp;amp; a plain tee all day.&lt;br /&gt;7. Good music &amp;amp; Chocolate cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;8. i LOVE writing in my journal&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Movie: Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice (newer version)&lt;br /&gt;10. My original hair color is blonde&lt;br /&gt;11. I am double jointed&lt;br /&gt;12. i LOVE being outdoors&lt;br /&gt;13. i am a firm believer that one shoe can change your life&lt;br /&gt;14. i want a temple marriage (in the washington, dc temple..i wish)&lt;br /&gt;15. my favorite color is blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3739838604915886761?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3739838604915886761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3739838604915886761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3739838604915886761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3739838604915886761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-picture-challenge.html' title='30 Day Picture Challenge'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TT-_8AsegHI/AAAAAAAAB5g/RShs826rBgI/s72-c/memorial%2Bweekend%2B%2B2%2B719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7531853628091044428</id><published>2011-01-04T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:01:21.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John...</title><content type='html'>I was writing a really good missionary friend the yesterday &amp; i came across this really funny Dear John letter. I totally want to send it to someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Elder {enter missionaries name here},&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you mean the world to me. I will always treasure the moments we spent together, and I know we will have many more of those moments in the future, considering that I’m marrying your older brother {insert name} in two weeks!! Yeah, isn’t it crazy!? We wanted you to come to the wedding, but we decided that we couldn’t wait that long. We’re getting married on {insert date here} in the {Temple name} Temple. I know I promised to wait for you back when we were dating, but I know God has a better plan in mind for both of us. But we’re thinking that we might name our first son after you. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? I hope we can still be really good friends, otherwise {insert older bro’s name here} would feel really bad. Anyways, have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Love Always,&lt;br /&gt; {insert your name}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a classic Dear John, isn't it!! hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7531853628091044428?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7531853628091044428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7531853628091044428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7531853628091044428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7531853628091044428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-john.html' title='Dear John...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8309057646328033767</id><published>2011-01-01T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:53:03.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{2011}  Happy New Year  {2011}</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Yes it is almost 3 a.m. &amp; since i can't sleep i decided i would type up my New Years Resolutions, we'll to be exact i am only typing 9 of them... why 9? just cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals: (some may be worldly others may be religious)&lt;br /&gt;*note* they are not in order from most important to least, just random order!&lt;br /&gt;1. Become NOT shy! (this ones is just for dan!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Attend the temple regularly (1-3 times a month)&lt;br /&gt;3. Master a song or 2 on the piano&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose 10 lbs/ Get in shape&lt;br /&gt;5. Run a 1/2 marathon, maybe 2&lt;br /&gt;6. Be better at remembering to say my morning prayers&lt;br /&gt;7. Scripture study.. do it better!&lt;br /&gt;8. Pay off my car&lt;br /&gt;9. Get a new years kiss! New Years 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! Cuz i'm gonna need all the luck i can get to complete these all before 2012!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-8309057646328033767?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8309057646328033767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8309057646328033767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8309057646328033767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8309057646328033767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-2011.html' title='{2011}  Happy New Year  {2011}'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8818521901583148105</id><published>2010-12-27T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T17:42:15.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes..</title><content type='html'>i HATE goodbyes. i dont know why they were even invented! To me the hardest part of any friendship is when it's time to say goodbye. As much as we might like things to stay the same, change is an inevitable part of life. I have a love/hate relationship with change, more so HATE. With goodbyes there is a chance you may never seen that person again &amp; that is rather depressing.... After a while you learn the difference between holding a hand &amp; falling in love. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something, promises can be broken as quickly as they are made &amp; goodbyes really are forever!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYES SUCK MAJOR BUTT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-8818521901583148105?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8818521901583148105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8818521901583148105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8818521901583148105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8818521901583148105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbyes.html' title='Goodbyes..'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3435329004510607325</id><published>2010-12-13T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:10:55.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Feel Proud ?</title><content type='html'>Did you feel proud as you walked away?&lt;br /&gt;Left Me standing with everything you didn't say.&lt;br /&gt;You broke it all, every last part.&lt;br /&gt;Now deep inside lies my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left you took my pride,&lt;br /&gt;Taking my happiness with every stride.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't cry,&lt;br /&gt;But just like us, that promise died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty, I'm not thin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident &amp; I never win.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to be with someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is to be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed since that day,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my mind always.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think about you without shame, &lt;br /&gt;I know why you left, I am to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty, I'm not thin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident &amp; I never win.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to be with someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is to be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from this life &amp; this heavy ache.&lt;br /&gt;Free from the heart that you just had to break,&lt;br /&gt;Before i'm gone, there's just one thing I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with all my heart, but you made me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretty, I'm not thin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident &amp; I never win.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to be with someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;Now all i need is to be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written: February 14th, 2010 (S.A.D. single awareness day! haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3435329004510607325?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3435329004510607325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3435329004510607325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3435329004510607325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3435329004510607325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/12/did-you-feel-proud.html' title='Did You Feel Proud ?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8464393400534688400</id><published>2010-12-03T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:12:27.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends....</title><content type='html'>So, over the past month or longer, we (my family) have sort of adopted the Spanish speaking missionaries in Hurricane (They live right around the corner from us)There are 3 of them at the moment, Elder Davis from Washington, Elder Perez from Florida &amp; Elder Carter from California (who is waiting on his visa to go to Mexico). The funny thing about Elder Davis is that he is from a town in Washington that a relative of mine Turk DeMille is from. Elder Davis knows &amp; loves Turk like a grandpa. We've had them over for dinner 2 times now, but tonight they brought 2 english speaking missionaries from the west stake Elder Springer &amp; Elder Pressgrove. It was a blast. I have never laughed so hard in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-8464393400534688400?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8464393400534688400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8464393400534688400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8464393400534688400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8464393400534688400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-friends.html' title='New Friends....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7650445307847354537</id><published>2010-11-28T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:25:33.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxing.... Girls Only!</title><content type='html'>I know it is long, but it is totally worth reading!!! Guys read at your own risk..&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: This is very funny. Be prepared to laugh out loud… I laughed til I almost cried as I could just see this happening!!&lt;br /&gt;All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal—The epilady, scissors, razors, nair &amp; now…. the wax!&lt;br /&gt;My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: &lt;br /&gt;“Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.” So I headed to the site of my demise: The Bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those “cold wax” kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm &amp; you peel them apart &amp; press them to your leg (or wherever else) &amp; you peel the hair right off… No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (ya think?)&lt;br /&gt;So I pull one of the thin strips out. It’s two strips facing each other, stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer &amp; heat it to 100 degrees. (Cold wax, yeah right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight &amp; pull. It works!! Ok, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair &amp; maker of smooth skin extraordinaire! &lt;br /&gt;With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties &amp; place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* &amp; stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek. (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply &amp; brace myself…RRRIIPP!!!&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind!! Blinded from pain!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!! Another deep breath &amp; RRRIIPP! Everything is swirly &amp; spotted. I think I may pass out… must stay conscious… do I hear crashing drums?? Breathe, breathe... Ok, back to normal!&lt;br /&gt;I want to see my trophy—a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There’s no hair on it. Where is the hair?!? WHERE IS THE WAX??? &lt;br /&gt;Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. &lt;br /&gt;Crap! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax &amp; matted hair.&lt;br /&gt;Then I make the next BIG mistake… remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. &lt;br /&gt;DARN!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *Hoo-hoo* ? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!&lt;br /&gt;I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do &amp; think to myself, “Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!” What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits &amp; the wax should melt &amp; I can gently wipe it off, right?? WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;I get in the tub—the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment—I sit. &lt;br /&gt;Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together &amp; then glued to the bottom of the tub… in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax?&lt;br /&gt;So, now I’m stuck in the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!&lt;br /&gt;God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!&lt;br /&gt;I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before &amp; has some secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation starter—“So, my butt &amp; who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!” &lt;br /&gt;There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, “Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?&lt;br /&gt;She’s laughing out loud by now… I can hear her. I give her the rundown &amp; she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH, RIGHT!!!! I should be the joke of someone else’s night!&lt;br /&gt;While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub, in super hot water, &amp; then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!&lt;br /&gt;By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike &amp; I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.&lt;br /&gt;My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace… the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on &amp; OH MY GOODNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;The scream probably woke the kids &amp; scared the dickens out of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;It’s sooo painful, but I really don’t care. IT WORKS!!! It works!! I get a hearty congratulation from my friend &amp; she hangs up!&lt;br /&gt;I successfully removed the remainder of the wax &amp; then notice to my grief &amp; despair… THE HAIR IS STILL THERE….ALL OF IT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point!&lt;br /&gt;Next week I’m going to try hair color…. Now that’s funny!!! NOT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7650445307847354537?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7650445307847354537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7650445307847354537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7650445307847354537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7650445307847354537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/11/waxing-girls-only.html' title='Waxing.... Girls Only!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7179651434290171561</id><published>2010-11-23T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:35:40.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friends Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TOvehi7MAlI/AAAAAAAAB3I/RZ2itv2AZDw/s1600/45880_1175009111890_1727957576_307189_7854252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TOvehi7MAlI/AAAAAAAAB3I/RZ2itv2AZDw/s320/45880_1175009111890_1727957576_307189_7854252_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542768434301633106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Beautiful Stacia Pedersen &amp; the Handsome Jake Edmonds&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day, Stacia &amp; Jake become Mr.&amp; Mrs. Jake Edmonds! I am so happy for them both. I love you Stacia!! Your gonna be a beautiful bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after today the grand total will be 2 best friends married 1 to go!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7179651434290171561?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7179651434290171561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7179651434290171561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7179651434290171561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7179651434290171561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friends Wedding'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TOvehi7MAlI/AAAAAAAAB3I/RZ2itv2AZDw/s72-c/45880_1175009111890_1727957576_307189_7854252_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-216101613988728269</id><published>2010-10-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:07:26.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Dog</title><content type='html'>My pretty chill run turned into a run from hell! I was running up this hill about 7 blocks from my house when i looked up &amp; saw this boxer/pit bull-mix (meanest looking dog ever). I am not scared of dogs but when i saw this one break away from his metal chain that was keeping him tied up. I stopped dead in my tracks about 50 meters away from this dog &amp; just stared at him. He just stood there growling &amp; stared straight back at me. I had a feeling that i needed to turn around &amp; get out of there as quick as i could so i begin to walk down the hill &amp; get away from him. Before i knew it this dog began to chase after m. I had no where to go! To my right was a house with a small front lawn nothing else, to my left was a big open field, a few trees &amp; a bob-wire fence surrounding the field. I, being scared to death, walked briskly to the nearest tree &amp; wrapped my arms around it as i whipped out my phone &amp; pressed the speed dial to call my house &amp; then i began to pray that someone would answer &amp; that this dog would not attack me. Within 2 seconds this dog was not even 5 inches away from me growling &amp; barking. He began banging into my leg with his mouth/head over &amp; over again. I felt wet on my leg &amp; thought to myself, i'm gonna get bit! Each time he hit into my leg harder &amp; harder, my heart stopped because i was sure he was gonna bite me. I didn't dare jump over the fence into the field because i knew he would follow right behind me &amp; probably attack me, so i just stood next to this tree trying to fight back the tears. Luckily after a few rings my mom answered, i was only able to spit out, "Come get me, i'm at 180W &amp; 1300S" My mom heard the terror in my voice &amp; then heard the growling. Within 30 seconds my sisters pulled up in their car &amp; the dog took off running. I'm sure if they would have been even 30 seconds longer that dog would have ripped me to shreds. I have never been so scared in my life, i swear my heart was beating over 200 beats per minute &amp; i was shaking like an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad to be home safe &amp; away from that dog! Now if only i could stop shaking &amp; my heart could beat normal again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-216101613988728269?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/216101613988728269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=216101613988728269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/216101613988728269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/216101613988728269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/10/evil-dog.html' title='Evil Dog'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6326809675922031531</id><published>2010-10-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:22:26.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i LOVE sales</title><content type='html'>My 2 most recent purchases. Which i love! Both for under $50&lt;br /&gt;This is my new winter coat &amp; oh my gosh it's so so warm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TLDDPrwyhVI/AAAAAAAAB2w/HdRR0bty4HQ/s1600/new+brown+coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TLDDPrwyhVI/AAAAAAAAB2w/HdRR0bty4HQ/s320/new+brown+coat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526131416996414802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; This is my new suit for hot tub this winter &amp; for summer 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TLDOVMfkegI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vutVu0XsYZw/s1600/new+zebra+suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TLDOVMfkegI/AAAAAAAAB3A/vutVu0XsYZw/s320/new+zebra+suit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526143606309812738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i purchased this suit on limericki.com they had a sale going on 50% off all sale items. So, $15 for the top &amp; $6 for the bottoms! :) i love, love, love sales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6326809675922031531?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6326809675922031531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6326809675922031531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6326809675922031531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6326809675922031531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-sales.html' title='i LOVE sales'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TLDDPrwyhVI/AAAAAAAAB2w/HdRR0bty4HQ/s72-c/new+brown+coat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-447231623263248219</id><published>2010-10-02T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:29:35.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up North</title><content type='html'>So, skyler had a mission reunion up in Draper yesterday, so i agreed to go up with him, so he didn't have to go alone.(haha plus my best friend lives like 30 minutes from there &amp; i wanted to see her!!) Before Sky went to the Draper Temple &amp; i headed off to play with my bestest friend Marie, we met up with my cousin Brooke in Draper to give her a baby gift, &amp; saw her new cute little girl Marley. Here is a picture i took of her yesterday. What a little chunk! She is a very cute, good baby, with perfect blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TKeg4NxwwFI/AAAAAAAAB2g/jemFg0okkxk/s1600/downsize-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TKeg4NxwwFI/AAAAAAAAB2g/jemFg0okkxk/s320/downsize-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523560355624697938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie picked me up from the temple &amp; we headed to IKEA!! My new favorite store. I wish i could live there! :) I especially want this picture, for $149 dollars. Its about 5 1/2- 6 feet tall. I had Marie stand by it so you could see how big it really was. Now i've gotta save my moneys so i can purchase it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TKeg4f7LgEI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Hd-p9ijY6L0/s1600/downsize-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TKeg4f7LgEI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Hd-p9ijY6L0/s320/downsize-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523560360496037954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i WILL go to Paris, France &amp; i WILL visit the Eiffel Tower &amp; take a picture with it!  &lt;br /&gt;Keep checking back for more pictures purchases &amp; words from the rest of my trip up there!! Trust me what you just read is only a small amount of what all happened from friday at 10 am til today at 2:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-447231623263248219?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/447231623263248219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=447231623263248219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/447231623263248219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/447231623263248219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/10/up-north.html' title='Up North'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TKeg4NxwwFI/AAAAAAAAB2g/jemFg0okkxk/s72-c/downsize-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-138229433887441813</id><published>2010-09-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:36:46.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BONES</title><content type='html'>The new season of BONES starts this Thursday September 23rd!! I am so freakin excited!! Bones is my all time favorite show,i could watch it 24/7!! I could especially look at Agent Booth 24/7! Don't worry something really good has come from him. Last week I needed a new book mark in my scriptures cuz i lost my old one so, i decided to print a picture of Agent Booth &amp; use it as a book mark. And let me just tell you that i have noticed i want to read my scriptures more than once a day so i can just look at that picture!! ha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:61553/83a9551cf035c1c3a2778082273884d0/image/8c844af70bf3781.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:61553/83a9551cf035c1c3a2778082273884d0/image/8c844af70bf3781.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment i, along with many others i'm sure of it, have been waiting for since season 1 episode 1 (see photo's below!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TJWm4yu6gaI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/30BnQufKuX8/s1600/Desktop2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TJWm4yu6gaI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/30BnQufKuX8/s320/Desktop2.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They are perfect together!! :) I can't wait for this season!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-138229433887441813?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/138229433887441813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=138229433887441813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/138229433887441813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/138229433887441813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/09/bones.html' title='BONES'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TJWm4yu6gaI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/30BnQufKuX8/s72-c/Desktop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-37161020214179715</id><published>2010-09-15T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:43:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Always" Maxi Pads</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be long. but i promise if you read all the way to the end you will be glad you did!! its hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an "actual letter" from an Austin , Texas woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding one of their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine's 2009 Editors' Choice award-winner for the best letter sent via e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Thatcher,&lt;br /&gt;I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now.  As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'  Isn't the human body amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TJGpnj87cfI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/UOlH9BUAfXY/s1600/GetInline.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TJGpnj87cfI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/UOlH9BUAfXY/s320/GetInline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517377515636355570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you freakin kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?  FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&amp;amp;M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of Pete, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull crap. And that's a promise I will keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendi Aarons&lt;br /&gt;Austin , TX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-37161020214179715?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/37161020214179715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=37161020214179715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/37161020214179715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/37161020214179715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/09/always-maxi-pads.html' title='&quot;Always&quot; Maxi Pads'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TJGpnj87cfI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/UOlH9BUAfXY/s72-c/GetInline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5208421456934089536</id><published>2010-09-11T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:32:49.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11/10</title><content type='html'>BYU...All i can say right now is... i am a pretty disappointed with the way you played today... or the way you didn't play! I couldn't even finish watching you it was so bad! I hope you do better next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts &amp; prayers go out to all who lost loved ones 9 years ago! They will never be forgotten! GOD BLESS AMERICA! Good patriotic song "America" By: Imagine Dragons&lt;br /&gt;&amp; on a happier note, i found this quote this morning &amp; it made me laugh so freakin' loud:&lt;br /&gt;It has been scientifically proven that any woman can be satisfied with only 3 ½ inches—&amp; it doesn’t matter if it is Visa or MasterCard…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5208421456934089536?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5208421456934089536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5208421456934089536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5208421456934089536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5208421456934089536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/09/91110.html' title='9/11/10'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7791249909922147427</id><published>2010-08-29T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:01:46.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion....</title><content type='html'>So i know i should be excited for the weekend to get here cuz of our big Annual Leavitt Family Reunion on Kolob but I can honestly say after everything going on right now i am NOT excited for our reunion this year, &amp; dont want to go. I'd rather stay home alone, &amp; i'd rather be here in hurricane for Peach Days. In my 20 years of life i can only remember attending Peach Days 1 time for sure, maybe 2 times max. I think it's time to change that number &amp; attend Peach Days every year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7791249909922147427?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7791249909922147427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7791249909922147427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7791249909922147427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7791249909922147427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/08/reunion.html' title='Reunion....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5975046799304618656</id><published>2010-08-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:52:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is HOPE!</title><content type='html'>This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don't want to laugh, because you know it's not going to help, but you don't want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. You don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That's the confusing part, you don't know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most are normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but you know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you're back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can't help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don't know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you're to the point where you don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay…” But you know it won't. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this... &lt;br /&gt;But dont worry one day you'll wake up &amp; decided "what a waste of time it was to dwell on the sadness that one person caused me." One day you will be happier that you every could have imagined!! Trust me it happens, you'll realize life is happy!! :) THERE IS HOPE!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5975046799304618656?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5975046799304618656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5975046799304618656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5975046799304618656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5975046799304618656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-hope.html' title='There is HOPE!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2658240610880098761</id><published>2010-08-16T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:35:31.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eventful Weekend</title><content type='html'>THURSDAY: Went to Kolob with Dan, Sky, Sarah C, Chancen, Jordanne, Stephanie &amp; Sara. It was way fun, i had my very 1st celestial smore &amp; will never be the same! We were also serenaded by Dan, if you all didn't know he was famous way back when! If you see him, ask him about it!! :) maybe he'll sing his song for ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: i babysat the cutest little guy in the whole world, tate johnson, &amp; took my grandma to her doctors appointments.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: sky &amp; axton convinced me to go to the regional singles ward activity @ the lake, so we got on their 4-wheelers &amp; headed out to the lake the backway takin the trail that came out right above the lake. I figured i'd be ok to not wear sunscreen cuz i already had my 1 sunburn this summer &amp; already had my base tan started, we'll the 2 hours @ the lake &amp; about an hour 4 wheeling back in my swimming suit. my shoulders are fried &amp; hurt! The plan that night was i was going to go to the fair for the 1st time in 3 years (long story), but i guess plans fell through or there must have been a mis-understanding cuz when 8:00 rolled around i hadn't heard a thing.. So i text my cousin kenz &amp; we went to the late showing of Eat Pray Love. It was a pretty cute show, &amp; i love Julia Roberts. &lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: we went to church &amp; if i would have known the a/c wouldn't be working i would have worn a ponytail &amp; brought a fan! But my dad got a new calling. He is now known as the 2nd counselor to the Bishop. haha Guess thats what he gets for asking the stake president if he can be the "stake nursery treat coordinator" haha&lt;br /&gt;What a eventful crazy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-2658240610880098761?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2658240610880098761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2658240610880098761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2658240610880098761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2658240610880098761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-eventful-weekend.html' title='My Eventful Weekend'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4796576832505309514</id><published>2010-08-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:16:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DATING, HANGING OUT..or NEITHER...</title><content type='html'>Something scares you men. It's not terrorism, economic recession, global warming, or gasoline prices. These things might worry you, but something else makes your palms sweat and your pulse hit triple digits, that is... Asking a girl out on a date. That's because asking a girl out involves potential pain. If the object of your affection becomes aware of your intentions, she might not reciprocate, &amp; that's going to hurt. I don't care if you're the most self-confident, well-adjusted person around; rejection hurts! It makes the remaining friendship awkward at best, humiliation at worst. Revealing romantic feelings is a risky business. Many guys find a way around the risk, or at least they think they do. Instead of asking a girl out on a date &amp; being bold in their intentions, they turn to the soggy milquetoast alternative to dating... "Hanging Out".&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong hanging out every now &amp; again is fun, but seriously what happened to the good old days when a guy would actually pick up the phone &amp; call a girl to ask her out? Seems that now days it involves a text asking if they wanna hang or go do this, clearly not clarifying "date" or "hang out". Being a girl it makes the situation slightly awkward if you go thinking its a date, only to get there &amp; there to be more girls than guys or visa versa. Its not that big group "dates" are bad, its when the numbers of girls dont match the number of guys, that bugs us. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i'm not the only girl who feels this way, but i wish guys could just get in there head that dating is cool &amp; more fun than hanging out.The end, thats all i gotta say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-4796576832505309514?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4796576832505309514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4796576832505309514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4796576832505309514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4796576832505309514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/08/dating-hanging-outor-neither.html' title='DATING, HANGING OUT..or NEITHER...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5724426410167484906</id><published>2010-08-03T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:56:33.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to Maries</title><content type='html'>So the past few days i have been at my friend Marie's house. Here is some of what we did:&lt;br /&gt;-Watched Just Married, Cake Boss, Trama in the ER, Americas Next Top Model...&lt;br /&gt;-Went to a water park called Cowabunga Bay. (stayed for 4 hours) &lt;br /&gt;-Went shopping in Park City! At the AMAZING outlets &amp; i got some excellent deals&lt;br /&gt;-Helped Amy (maries sis) teach primary. &lt;br /&gt;-Went headed to Temple Square. They currently have a replica of the inside of the Salt Lake Temple at the visitors center &amp; we had a missionary experience while looking at it. (The inside of the slc temple is beautiful!!) &lt;br /&gt;-Shopping at The Gateway.&lt;br /&gt;-Laid out by the pool. (Got some sweet tan lines!) &lt;br /&gt;-Watched THE BACHELORETTE SEASON FINALE! With with Marie, Amy, Brad (maries dad) &amp; Darb (maries dads girlfriend) Hated the ending but i nothing new... they never pick my favorite person. &lt;br /&gt;-And so much more, but i dont have time to go into much detail, i've got to go running, but what a wonderful road trip/weekend with Marie &amp; her family!I can't wait for another one up that way or her coming down here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pictures from the weekend trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TFjt1LTrJPI/AAAAAAAAB14/NlD6cICSkj4/s1600/Cowabunga+Bay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TFjt1LTrJPI/AAAAAAAAB14/NlD6cICSkj4/s320/Cowabunga+Bay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501408442657219826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COWABUNGA BAY (not all of it cuz my phone couldnt capture it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TFjvW3l9kYI/AAAAAAAAB2A/5SsFPK_3TTs/s1600/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TFjvW3l9kYI/AAAAAAAAB2A/5SsFPK_3TTs/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501410120992395650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Us on Temple Square :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5724426410167484906?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5724426410167484906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5724426410167484906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5724426410167484906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5724426410167484906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/08/road-trip-to-maries.html' title='Road Trip to Maries'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TFjt1LTrJPI/AAAAAAAAB14/NlD6cICSkj4/s72-c/Cowabunga+Bay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5014993244964048301</id><published>2010-07-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:12:23.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Extension/ Road Trip/ B-day</title><content type='html'>This past weekend i spent with my family up in Heaven a.k.a. Kolob Mountain for our family reunion. The weather was excellent (in about the 70's)all weekend long. I have decided though that next year it will either be me at the reunion or the dogs! Not both! On Saturday while everyone was going down the dangerous zipline i decided to do this!! Here is a photo of my new hair extension. Please ignore the fact that when i took this pic i had no make-up on &amp; am in my pj's (go cougars!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0WYKjXZtI/AAAAAAAAB1o/aCqzx3r2ueY/s1600/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0WYKjXZtI/AAAAAAAAB1o/aCqzx3r2ueY/s320/hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498075324494603986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i am going up to Woods Cross to visit/stay with my best friend Marie. I can't wait!! :) i miss her so much! We are going to party it up for about 3-4 days!  The quality of this picture sucks cuz it was taking with a sucky phone camera! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0V1g0ExcI/AAAAAAAAB1g/4Jui0fZbxPs/s1600/best+buds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0V1g0ExcI/AAAAAAAAB1g/4Jui0fZbxPs/s320/best+buds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498074729174844866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Happy Belated 18th Birthday to my beautiful little sisters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0XvWyD45I/AAAAAAAAB1w/tZ5Og9a-118/s1600/jfkd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0XvWyD45I/AAAAAAAAB1w/tZ5Og9a-118/s320/jfkd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498076822426084242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5014993244964048301?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5014993244964048301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5014993244964048301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5014993244964048301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5014993244964048301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/07/hair-extension-road-trip-b-day.html' title='Hair Extension/ Road Trip/ B-day'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TE0WYKjXZtI/AAAAAAAAB1o/aCqzx3r2ueY/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3698251598070723186</id><published>2010-07-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:25:20.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Running... I seriously love it. It makes me super duper happy! :)It is one of the only cures for my bad days (that &amp; chocolate). When i'm mad, upset, stressed, or frustrated once again its the best cure!! Also i got a new running tank top complete with a ipod/phone pocket on the shoulder! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture describes it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEZLD5SEzFI/AAAAAAAAB1I/X5vdjhbzU3k/s1600/whyirun2-hover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEZLD5SEzFI/AAAAAAAAB1I/X5vdjhbzU3k/s320/whyirun2-hover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496162925540592722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3698251598070723186?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3698251598070723186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3698251598070723186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3698251598070723186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3698251598070723186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/07/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEZLD5SEzFI/AAAAAAAAB1I/X5vdjhbzU3k/s72-c/whyirun2-hover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8559455363872973313</id><published>2010-07-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:32:13.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Visitor!!</title><content type='html'>So today i was sittin on the couch watchin a very weird show with my dad when we heard our (old john wayne) bell in the back yard start to ring. My dad turned to me &amp; said Whit, look outside &amp; see who that is! I looked out the blinds &amp; was extremely SURPRISED to see my very dear friend BRADY CASE :) (who i haven't seen in about a year) I hurried &amp; ran out back to give him a big hug! We came inside &amp; visited for about 2 hours. My dad &amp; Brady could be best friends... he is a cowboy, loves Gunsmoke (any western to be exact), &amp; could talk to my dad FOREVER about john wayne or any old cowboy! Brady brought his new guitar &amp; we attempted to have a jam session.. we could probably use some practice. But it was way fun!!!! Thanks for comin over Brady!! I've missed ya!&lt;br /&gt;this is brady (in the 1st pic that is brady &amp; his sisters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEJ1FwS1-1I/AAAAAAAAB1A/ilI5dzibUqs/s1600/brady+c.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/_fICrc5celj8/TEJ1FwS1-1I/AAAAAAAAB1A/ilI5dzibUqs/s320/brady+c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495083237069159250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEJ1F-1cNsI/AAAAAAAAB04/ecbNDBAr9do/s1600/brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEJ1F-1cNsI/AAAAAAAAB04/ecbNDBAr9do/s320/brady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495083240972367554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-8559455363872973313?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8559455363872973313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8559455363872973313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8559455363872973313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8559455363872973313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/07/surprise-visitor.html' title='Surprise Visitor!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TEJ1FwS1-1I/AAAAAAAAB1A/ilI5dzibUqs/s72-c/brady+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2203290982226625586</id><published>2010-07-10T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:54:09.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>* I would rather break a bone than be touched by feet.&lt;br /&gt;* I know that good music + good food can fix anything. It has many of times&lt;br /&gt;* I say I'm fine...I'm lying (usually)&lt;br /&gt;* I am a firm believer that one shoe can change your life&lt;br /&gt;* I only tried on skinny jeans once before I feel in love with them&lt;br /&gt;* I absolutely love my vans, I need a few more pairs&lt;br /&gt;* I enjoy long walks &amp; talks, especially when I have a hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;* I really ENJOY just driving w/ no end destination&lt;br /&gt;* I love flipping my pillow over to the cold side on any given night&lt;br /&gt;* I should warn you… when I am in a bad mood… let me cool down by myself&lt;br /&gt;* "There's never a right time to say goodbye..." (Chris Brown)&lt;br /&gt;* I like to read… but only if it’s interesting in the first few pages&lt;br /&gt;* I would listen to music all day everyday if I could&lt;br /&gt;* "....we adore who ignores us and ignore who adores us"&lt;br /&gt;* I cry more than I’d like to admit&lt;br /&gt;* I LOVE motorcycle rides. They are a good way to just release some steam&lt;br /&gt;* I don’t like being the decision maker. I really don’t care what we do, &amp; if I do, I’ll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;* I can think of a few specific times I've laughed so hard that I've almost peed my pants.&lt;br /&gt;* I love singing. Especially in the car, the shower or when I am all alone.&lt;br /&gt;* I like getting dressed up all nice &amp; pretty but would rather be in a pair jeans, a plain tee &amp; my vans&lt;br /&gt;* I am quiet &amp; shy at first but once you get to know me a little I really start to just open up&lt;br /&gt;* I know that I'm exceptionally far from perfect, but I like to believe I'm almost perfect&lt;br /&gt;* I can't wake up to an alarm&lt;br /&gt;* I have always wanted a temple marriage &amp; a family of my own :)&lt;br /&gt;* I have an obsession with tom's deli (greatest creation)&lt;br /&gt;* I should have been born a mermaid or fish... i love the water&lt;br /&gt;* I am addicted to the tv show Bones... (mainly cuz of Booth :) what a babe!)&lt;br /&gt;* I already know what i want my headstone to look like (weird i know?!)&lt;br /&gt;* "... you never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have...."&lt;br /&gt;* I have always wanted to be hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;* I can't see when i drive @ night :/(a recent discovery)&lt;br /&gt;* I have a fear of snakes, spiders, sharks &amp; drowning&lt;br /&gt;* I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE feet! &amp; often have nightmares about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now, if you didnt know me well before hope you know me better now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-2203290982226625586?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2203290982226625586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2203290982226625586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2203290982226625586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2203290982226625586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-things-about-me.html' title='Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6961770851073900350</id><published>2010-07-03T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:39:19.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GREAT SHOES...FOR A GREAT PRICE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TDAckdapxsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/iObuljF7gac/s1600/new+blue+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TDAckdapxsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/iObuljF7gac/s320/new+blue+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489919358461920962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest pair of shoes followed me home a few weeks ago!! I know i don't really need anymore, but i couldn't pass up this deal.... These were regularly $60.00 but i got them for a SWEET deal... only $11.00!!! I seriously would have been STUPID to not buy them!! Funny thing is they dont look comfy but they are, really comfy!!&lt;br /&gt;I got these shoes for my friends wedding, cuz i was one of her bridesmaids. I thought once i found shoes i'd easily find a dress... i was wrong!! I had the hardest time finding a dress to match them, thanks heavens for my bff marie &amp;amp; her willingness to loan me her yellow dress. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE SHOES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6961770851073900350?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6961770851073900350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6961770851073900350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6961770851073900350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6961770851073900350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TDAckdapxsI/AAAAAAAAB0E/iObuljF7gac/s72-c/new+blue+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7538316009439587219</id><published>2010-06-30T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:22:16.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post....</title><content type='html'>Well its been quite some time since i've been on here &amp;amp; posted so i decided that its past time to post! Here are a few of the things that have happened recently: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbRiT-mjI/AAAAAAAABzs/PPWpIO_qGqk/s1600/big+lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488721665195940402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbRiT-mjI/AAAAAAAABzs/PPWpIO_qGqk/s320/big+lips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First off, ignore the ugly close face shot! If you look closely at my lips, you can see they have huge blisters on the inside of my lips. This is a result of hot chocolate. I decided i'd get it after work one day cuz i had froze at work (it was like 60 degrees inside &amp;amp; i was in shorts) Well i got it &amp;amp; decided that i'd drink it with my orange peel straw instead of the little ones you can get at the gas station... well that was THE stupidest decision i've ever made! My lips were swollen for about a week, worst week ever! I look like i got stung by a bee, &amp;amp; i was allergic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbSnm2xcI/AAAAAAAABz8/aGV42glvmaY/s1600/june+12-hail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488721683797165506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbSnm2xcI/AAAAAAAABz8/aGV42glvmaY/s320/june+12-hail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 12th/13th 2010. Yes this is a picture taken in Hurricane, Utah in the middle of June. Saturday June 12th, we were hit with a HUGE hail storm/ rain storm. House flooded, hail on the ground for 2 days, lots of water everywhere. I never imagined to see this in hurricane during June, looks more like wintertime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbSGUCjyI/AAAAAAAABz0/xBO5JiE5Jsk/s1600/lead+singer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488721674859876130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbSGUCjyI/AAAAAAAABz0/xBO5JiE5Jsk/s320/lead+singer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least (cuz i'm out of time!) This is the lead singer of Imagine Dragons. They are my new favorite band! While in Vegas last weekend w/ Shayli, Shauni &amp;amp; BreAnna for Brinley's baptism we decided to go to see them in concert! They are freaking amazing! I loved the concert minus the HEAT &amp;amp; the opening band called Otherwise! Their lead singer was FREAKY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All in all a great weekend in Vegas, went on a fun blind date &amp;amp; attended a great concert!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7538316009439587219?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7538316009439587219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7538316009439587219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7538316009439587219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7538316009439587219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/TCvbRiT-mjI/AAAAAAAABzs/PPWpIO_qGqk/s72-c/big+lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3653152725338879199</id><published>2010-05-16T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:52:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>Never Again will i rent anything from U-haul! They are way over priced &amp;amp; i met one of their rudest workers today!! The 2 of those things together can really ruin your day!!&lt;br /&gt;So about 8:30 this morning i got a call from Sky saying "Hey whit, your car broke down on us in payson, can you please drive my truck up here &amp;amp; tow us home. So while driving up Sky called the U-haul in provo &amp;amp; reserved a tow trailer (the one with only 2 wheels) When we got to provo u-haul the guy working said "we DONT have one here! Around 4 or 5  we'll have one which is a 2 car one &amp;amp; would cost 119 if we returned it to their store w/in 24 hours, so Sky asked why they didnt have it when clearly 4 hours sooner they told us they did! The worker checked online &amp;amp; said "oh it looks like you called here &amp;amp; the lady you talked to didn't know what she was doing. We have one reserved for you 40 miles away in West Valley so you'll have to go there!" (might i add he was a complete jerk about it) So we had no choice but to head up &amp;amp; get it. We got one of those 2 wheeled tow trailers connected together with a bar &amp;amp; i was thinking this should be at least half the cost cuz the 2 car one cost 119 to rent but NOPE!! It cost us $190 freakin dollars for this stupid trailer!! &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;A complete rip off if you ask me! So not only was i in a super pissy mood all day because my car broke down &amp;amp;wont start but we had to drive 1 1/2 hours longer than we expected because of screw up at the freakin u-haul! I officially hate any &amp;amp; all U-Haul Rentals &amp;amp; will NEVER use one again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3653152725338879199?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3653152725338879199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3653152725338879199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3653152725338879199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3653152725338879199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-again.html' title='NEVER AGAIN!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8942033142011444196</id><published>2010-05-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:00:36.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>1 down 20 to go!! ha So, i ordered my new swimmin suit off limericki.com. (a wonderful site for LONG, modest, pretty cheap suits) It arrived about a week ago in the mail &amp;amp; it took about a week to get a picture of it on! haha! Now all i need to buy are some new colorful bottoms.&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/_fICrc5celj8/S-Dd-joJnpI/AAAAAAAABzM/iSjGDmGiU8A/s1600/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S-Dd-joJnpI/AAAAAAAABzM/iSjGDmGiU8A/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467614014413053586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think!?!&lt;br /&gt;(ignore my ribs poking out!)&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/6802787173050469608-8942033142011444196?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8942033142011444196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8942033142011444196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8942033142011444196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8942033142011444196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/05/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S-Dd-joJnpI/AAAAAAAABzM/iSjGDmGiU8A/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1837048550484565738</id><published>2010-04-22T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:28:56.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Things To Do Before I Turn 21</title><content type='html'>So i like to make list, all sorts just like one of my friend lauren (who gave me this great idea) I hope i can finish all or most of these before my birthday next year!! Keep your fingers crossed that i finish them all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;21 Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trade my car for a Toyota 4 Runner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that i dont love my little Chevy Aveo i have just always wanted a a toyota 4 runner, so why not get it this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep out South under the stars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one time last summer me, shay &amp;amp; brady slept out south but it was way to cold for me &amp;amp; shay  to sleep under the stars so this summer i'll have to take my dads truck &amp;amp; be tougher &amp;amp; sleep in the back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eat at the Cheese Cake Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  i almost ate there in March but didn't cuz the boys chose Sonic instead! What weirdo's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Buy a new swim suit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't purchased one in about 1 1/2- 2 years so i figured so it's about time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Run a 5K, 10K or Half Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to do the marathon, but there is no chance of that this year, i can barely run a mile! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Learn to play the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully next year i will have  learned  to play the guitar so i can add on my list to play it &amp;amp; sing at the same time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Road trip to California&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only been there once  &amp;amp; it was cloudy, so the beach sucked! Gotta go back on a  Sunny day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay up all night to see the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; this doesn't include New Years Eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Read the B.O.M. cover to cover...again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have successfully completed cover to cover  once &amp;amp; attempted to a few times, this time i'm gonna try to finish it in 60 days or around that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Go to an amusement park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; either Seven Peaks, Six Flags, Disney Land ... any park really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Find a job &amp;amp; a place to live up north&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've always want to live up in the Orem/Provo area, hopefully i'll be up there soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have done P90X &amp;amp; pilates but never yoga! Better try it too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Go Skydiving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This has always been a want of mine, most would say i'm nuts or stupid but hey i wanna fly!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Be able to do the splits!&lt;/span&gt; (stretch stretch stretch!!)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once upon a time, way back when i could do the splits both ways, but i now i'm very old &amp;amp; am about 3 1/2- 4 inches from touching the ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hike the Narrows up in Zion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hiked most of the trails up in Zion, but this one, angels landing &amp;amp; the subway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kiss someone in the rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have always dreamed about doing this, hopefully it'll happen soon!! haha maybe it'll have to be one of those n.c.m.o's (only some people may get this! Shay you are one of them!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the Nicholas Sparks books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i absolutely LOVE his movies, so i am hoping the book be as good or even better, if that is possible!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Learn to wake board&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tried  a million times a few summers ago &amp;amp; face planted it too many times!! hopefully 2010 will bring me luck &amp;amp; i'll be able to get up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Learn to drive stick shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i successfully did it once but then our car broke down so i could never master it  &amp;amp; now i dont know exactly how to do it without killing it every time i shift!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lose 10-15lbs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I basically just get into shape &amp;amp; tone up my body &amp;amp; get the size where i'll feel comfortable with my body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Have a FRIENDS marathon with Marie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2009 i was one of the unlucky people who got the H1N1 flu, i was out of work &amp;amp; quarantined to my house, so i started with season 1 episode 1 &amp;amp; watched the complete Friends series! (watched them &amp;amp; slept! a very lazy week, but enjoyable!!)  Marie has a few seasons &amp;amp; loves Friends  as much as i do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish me luck as i try to finish all 21 of these in 10 1/2 months a little less!! Keep checking back for when i post about finishing &amp;amp; checking things  off my list!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-1837048550484565738?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1837048550484565738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1837048550484565738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1837048550484565738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1837048550484565738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/04/21-things-to-do-before-i-turn-21.html' title='21 Things To Do Before I Turn 21'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3989473011346526922</id><published>2010-04-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:31:24.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Have Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rules: Bold or Color the things you’ve done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;01. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;02. Swam with dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;03. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;05. Rode in the back of a cop car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;06. Held a tarantula/squashed a Hobo spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;07. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;08.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;09. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Stayed up all night to watch the sunrise&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made up your own recipe and served to guests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(w/ my cousin kortney when we were young!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grown and eaten your own vegetables &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;(with the help of my mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Changed a baby's diaper&lt;/span&gt; (many)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Touched a stingray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. Rode naked on a pink bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day/slapped someone who adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(many many times, used to be blonde!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt; (still do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(unified studies, didn't  actually steal, just took it &amp;amp;  moved to to a new location!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;46. Used a urinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;50. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gone sky diving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(someday i hope!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(not really although sometimes it seems that way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;56.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;58. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;60. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Played tackle football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;61. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gone scuba diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in SUU's indoor pool haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;62. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kissed in the rain &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(maybe someday... i hope!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;63. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;(mud football baby!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;64. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;65. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;(yw activity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;67. Started a business . .sorta kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;68. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;69. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;72. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gotten married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;74. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;76. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone without food for a few days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(had the swine flu, nothing sounded good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;82. Been on a television news program as an "expert"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;83. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;84. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;85.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Been to Las Vegas &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;(numerous of times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;86. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;88&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kissed on the first date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;90. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;92. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;96. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Raised children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;98. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passed out cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hit my head on a toilet seat to break my fall!! :( woke up in a different room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Feel free to copy and paste on your own blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3989473011346526922?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3989473011346526922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3989473011346526922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3989473011346526922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3989473011346526922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-have-done.html' title='Things I Have Done'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2750201026276921157</id><published>2010-04-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:06:50.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NECESSITY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in need &amp;amp; in search of a new swimming suit, I haven't bought a new one really in about 3 years. I have been looking for about 3 months but can't seem to find one anywhere....&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few MUSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;LONG, i have a longer torso, makes finding a tankini hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheap!!  i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will not&lt;/span&gt; spending a fortune on a top!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; Cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any ideas?! Please feel free to let me know!&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/6802787173050469608-2750201026276921157?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2750201026276921157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2750201026276921157&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2750201026276921157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2750201026276921157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/04/necessity.html' title='NECESSITY!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5975288396520729077</id><published>2010-04-01T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:46:18.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just went &amp;amp; saw The Last Song with my friend Marie &amp;amp; let me just say its a new favorite for sure! I seriously loved it! Teared up a little bit.. alright maybe a lot a bit but it was definitely worth it! Nicholas Sparks, is one AMAZING, TALENTED man! I mean this, The Notebook, A Walk To Remember, Dear John..the list could go on &amp;amp; on! I love you Nicholas Sparks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7V08x1OwaI/AAAAAAAAByk/VxMOLYsiZEQ/s1600/the-last-song-poster_552x755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7V08x1OwaI/AAAAAAAAByk/VxMOLYsiZEQ/s320/the-last-song-poster_552x755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455395111146799522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend it for anyone who hasn't seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you cry in shows too, maybe take a tissue or two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6802787173050469608-5975288396520729077?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5975288396520729077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5975288396520729077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5975288396520729077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5975288396520729077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-song.html' title='The Last Song....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7V08x1OwaI/AAAAAAAAByk/VxMOLYsiZEQ/s72-c/the-last-song-poster_552x755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2040174278126246888</id><published>2010-03-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:27:23.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So i was going through old pictures  &amp;amp; i came across a few that made me cry, laugh, &amp;amp; smile so i just had to share  &amp;amp; tell a little something to go along with each picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTO 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7EMoxYAIxI/AAAAAAAABxc/3jxehghOvaQ/s1600/IMG_3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7EMoxYAIxI/AAAAAAAABxc/3jxehghOvaQ/s320/IMG_3763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454154518310691602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was probably the hardest moment of my life, saying goodbye to not only my big brother &amp;amp; best friend for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i know, doesn't look like me now... for those who don't know or dont really remember i had blonde hair back then!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7EMpvQ4FdI/AAAAAAAABxs/NtWAXrHEvcc/s1600/california+faily+vacation+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7EMpvQ4FdI/AAAAAAAABxs/NtWAXrHEvcc/s320/california+faily+vacation+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454154534923802066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a picture of a real Cow Tongue. For a YW/YM activity we did Fear Factor. One member of each team had to eat a piece of this, i was a member of an all guys team &amp;amp; was the one who ended up eating some. (The guys on my team were seriously the biggest wimps!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There were a number of gross things i ate this night including chocolate covered crickets, sardines &amp;amp; the tongue. The only gross thing i didnt eat that night was pickled pigs feet, &amp;amp; the reason behind that is pretty obvious. I HATE FEET &amp;amp; will &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eat them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although it wasn't super horrible tasting i will probably never eat cow tongue or roast beef (tasted similar) ever again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHOTO 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7FLDKLzCOI/AAAAAAAAByE/AtrPT5v7u3E/s1600/IMG_9833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7FLDKLzCOI/AAAAAAAAByE/AtrPT5v7u3E/s320/IMG_9833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454223141367908578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the scariest, coldest rides of my life, yet funnest!&lt;br /&gt;Four-wheeling with Sky &amp;amp; Axton has always been a favorite of mine, but this time in particular was by far the scariest. There is a very very steep scary hill way out in the dunes, numerous of times  i have observed from up top as they have tried to ride up it only to make it half-way &amp;amp; almost flip over sideways on the way down. I vowed many years ago to never go up or down it! Well this day we were driving above it &amp;amp; i remember Axton telling me that "we" were going down it. As my grip around his waist got tighter  &amp;amp; tighter, I began to say (my words exactly) "How about i watch you, sky &amp;amp; marie from up here, i'm scared to go down it." He stopped &amp;amp; looked back with this sad puppy dog face &amp;amp; said Dont you trust me?! I began to stand up &amp;amp; say i do but i'd feel safer up here watching... He then pushed on the gas &amp;amp; said Hold on Whit! As i tried to forcefully shove myself off he back of the fast moving four-wheeler, i felt Axton grab ahold of my arm to make sure i wasn't going off the back of it, but instead down the hill on the with him!! Not only did my life flash before my eyes but I thought i was literally gonna die. Once we made it to the bottom, Axton turned to me &amp;amp; said, See that wasn't even a scary. I do believe i was about 90% of the way off the 4-wheeler at that time. Considering it happened against my own will,  i guess i can say, Ya i've been down that hill &amp;amp; once is more than enough for me!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last pic i promise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PHOTO 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7GJljtAqlI/AAAAAAAAByc/g5lxbpepZlA/s1600/wart+side+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7GJljtAqlI/AAAAAAAAByc/g5lxbpepZlA/s320/wart+side+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454291902054574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i know this is really gross! This is the after picture of my wart i had frozen. (side view of my ring finger on my right hand, middle knuckle) The original wart was very small, smaller than a half a skittle. I was very self conscious of my hand so i decided that i wanted it gone. When the doctor began to freeze it i told him to do it til i said stop. He froze it for about 2 minutes, when i finally couldnt stand the pain any longer I told him to stop. This is what it looked like later that night &amp;amp; about 3 weeks following. (sorry i'm getting a little graphic now) It was about the size of a grape, some days even bigger. It was stretching the skin so much that at times i thought my skin would rip, it was so shiny around the edges. Every night i would drain the blood out of it &amp;amp; this is what it would look like by morning. Life was pretty hard for the month or so following this procedure! But today all that is left on my finger is a small scar that i am ok with!&lt;br /&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/6802787173050469608-2040174278126246888?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2040174278126246888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2040174278126246888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2040174278126246888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2040174278126246888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-from-past.html' title='Pictures From The Past'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S7EMoxYAIxI/AAAAAAAABxc/3jxehghOvaQ/s72-c/IMG_3763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-980489125737799269</id><published>2010-03-22T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:56:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So today was just one of those days when you think to yourself.. ah gosh i shouldn't have even gotten out of bed today! I had a very very long day at work, to top it off the a/c wasn't working &amp;amp; i had too many phone calls from impatient (rude) patients.Had to stay indoors while its was such a pretty day outside. &amp;amp; After i got off i went for a run &amp;amp; it was super sucky. Today was also one of those days where everything i did reminded me of you &amp;amp; every song i heard somehow related to you. I hate days like today, because they reminded me of the one thing i don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess all i can do is smile &amp;amp; pretend everything is amazing &amp;amp; keep my fingers crossed for a better tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-980489125737799269?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/980489125737799269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=980489125737799269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/980489125737799269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/980489125737799269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1347535540575726827</id><published>2010-03-19T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:13:22.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Guys Should Always Do For Girls. Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have met some guys in the past few years who have turned out to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; jerks! So what you are about to read, pretty much says it all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are 21 things guys should always do for girls. PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALWAYS open doors whenever possible- whether it be to a building or the passenger car door.&lt;br /&gt;2. A man should tolerate the occasional chick flick, musical, opera, or ballet- whatever her preference is *without* complaining about it!&lt;br /&gt;3. If you miss her, or love her, TELL HER! It's nice to hear it every now &amp;amp; again&lt;br /&gt;4. Hold her hand while you talk, drive, or just for the heck of it (it's the small things that win you big points!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember- The best gifts you can give are usually FREE of cost!&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave a note (send a message) or call her just to say hi&lt;br /&gt;7. Ask her questions about herself (its a good way to get to know her!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Dress nice every once in a while. Any girl likes to see her brother/friend/boyfriend/etc. in a well-ironed button-up with some nice jeans or slacks.&lt;br /&gt;9. LOOK IN HER EYES, NOT AT HER CHEST! (big turn off)&lt;br /&gt;10. Sometimes you have to take the initiative. Don't always wait for her to come to you, because if that's how it always is, you're going to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;11. Offer her your jacket/sweatshirt/hoodie (Note: You may not see that particular item of clothing for a while, if ever again :)&lt;br /&gt;12. PRIDE &amp;amp; PREJUDICE... that's all i have to say about that. I mean, that should speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;13. Kiss her on the forehead every once in a while, it doesn't always have to be on the lips!&lt;br /&gt;14. Always be honest with her. No woman wants or likes a dishonest man. If you can't be honest with her, she can't trust you, &amp;amp; it shows you don't trust her enough to be honest. Trust, Honesty &amp;amp; Integrity are just as important in a relationship as is hugs &amp;amp; kisses&lt;br /&gt;15. Men, sing to her, even if you're terrible, suck it up! They love to listen to it &amp;amp; will not care what you sound like. It's the thought that counts on this one.&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't always blame her bad moods on PMS, sometimes girls just have bad days too!&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys always offer to pay for the date, no matter how expensive it gets, especially if YOU  asked HER on the date (if she is willing (or offers) to pay now &amp;amp; again, don't let your "man pride" get in the way of her wanting to give back to you. She should understand money can be tight- especially when you're always buying)&lt;br /&gt;18. If you're gonna tease her, let her tease you back without getting all bent out of shape about it&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't call her hot or sexy, instead call her pretty, cute, or beautiful. "Hot" &amp;amp; "Sexy" are so overused &amp;amp; superficial!&lt;br /&gt;20. Its not stalking to watch her sleep if she falls asleep while watching a movie with you, but it is stalking to watch her sleep if you're standing outside her window with night vision googles on! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thats my spill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-1347535540575726827?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1347535540575726827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1347535540575726827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1347535540575726827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1347535540575726827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-guys-should-always-do-for-girls.html' title='Things Guys Should Always Do For Girls. Period.'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5700457347818574944</id><published>2010-03-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:42:03.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Decisions Ahead</title><content type='html'>So over the past few months i have been really debating on whether i wanna move or not. I want to get out of Hurricane/St. George area &amp;amp; go somewhere else. I'm tired of the same old everyday routine, i am ready to start a new chapter in my life &amp;amp; meet new people. I have always loved Provo/Orem area &amp;amp; 2 of my cousins have been working real hard on convincing me that i am ready to move up there with them this year. And really the only thing really holding me back right now is my job. It has the most flexible hours, its only open mon-fri., it's my doctor (so if i am sick i can just talked to him instead of scheduling an appointment), i work with people i love, its just all around the best job you could ask for....But I've said all along... If i could find a good job up there i'd move in a heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll i can say is.... let the job searching begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5700457347818574944?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5700457347818574944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5700457347818574944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5700457347818574944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5700457347818574944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-decisions-ahead.html' title='Big Decisions Ahead'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6324215835083385001</id><published>2010-03-14T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:17:03.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Vegas/ B-day Post (yesterday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So it has always been a dream of mine to go to Paris &amp;amp; see the Eiffel Tower... well since that dream will prob never come true i took this instead in Vegas :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52-cSOiY-I/AAAAAAAABv8/YlnktYyj6JU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52-cSOiY-I/AAAAAAAABv8/YlnktYyj6JU/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448720517326595042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;if anyone is going  to paris, take me with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my birthday presents....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52962SotGI/AAAAAAAABv0/AGCy4ZNvAcA/s1600-h/SANY0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52962SotGI/AAAAAAAABv0/AGCy4ZNvAcA/s320/SANY0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448719942891910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S5296NamoFI/AAAAAAAABvs/TYlVOeAa34E/s1600-h/SANY0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S5296NamoFI/AAAAAAAABvs/TYlVOeAa34E/s320/SANY0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448719931919474770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52950eon1I/AAAAAAAABvk/9bu2tXSyTwk/s1600-h/SANY0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52950eon1I/AAAAAAAABvk/9bu2tXSyTwk/s320/SANY0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448719925225496402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(left to right): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;pic 1:&lt;/span&gt; These are the shirts i got, a black long sleeve, a purple v-neck long sleeve, black short sleeve cardigan, a colorful tank, a blue dressy tee &amp;amp; a very pretty (even tho you can't tell in the pic) pink cardigan (thanks marie for some of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pic 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got the lamps that i have wanted for a long time now!! 1 tall one &amp;amp; 2 short ones!! :) now i just need to get some light bulbs :) ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;pic 3:&lt;/span&gt; Dont anyone get too excited, this isn't an engagement ring! It is a promise ring from my parents, to always stay morally clean, &amp;amp; true to myself. I love it! :) I just wish i could get a better pic of it! (its best in person! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;not pictured: &lt;/span&gt;breakfast made by ronnow &amp;amp; rhonda (french toast, bacon &amp;amp; oj) very delicious, fun car ride home from Vegas with my sisters, lunch @ durangos, banana splits w/ friends &amp;amp; the very intense 3 hours of Nertz (card game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6324215835083385001?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6324215835083385001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6324215835083385001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6324215835083385001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6324215835083385001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/pic.html' title='Pics from Vegas/ B-day Post (yesterday)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S52-cSOiY-I/AAAAAAAABv8/YlnktYyj6JU/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5248970523968310341</id><published>2010-03-13T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:02:21.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas / Birthday</title><content type='html'>So today was my 20th b-day, I am no longer a teenager!! Kinda a bitter-sweet moment. I'm a little sad to not be a teen but at the same time i am way excited to be 20. Guess its time to grow up &amp;amp; act mature! :) ha&lt;br /&gt;Recent happenings in a nut-shell cuz its 1:00 am &amp;amp; i am super tired......&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Vegas: (thurs-sat)&lt;br /&gt;   (thurs)-Hung out with the family, spent the afternoon on the strip, shopping, &amp;amp; a wonderful dinner (thanks ronnow &amp;amp; rhonda), &amp;amp; had a good talk with Taralee! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks for talking with me &amp;amp; helping me figure some confusing things in my life right now! it was really fun!!  we must do it more ofter, you made me feel so much better!!  i love you so much! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (fri) a little more shoppin, triple date (me, adam- brett, katie- sky, chelsea) might i say very fun, props to Brett Lane, &amp;amp; pretty much all i can say is i loved the bellagio water show, spent time with uncle ronnow, aunt rhonda &amp;amp; brett (might i say very fun)&lt;br /&gt;   (sat) slept in :) felt so nice after getting to bed around 2, got some b-day presents (i'll have to post pictures later), ate a delicious breakfast made by uncle ronnow (very delicious french toast &amp;amp; yummy bacon), then we came home &amp;amp; i had some friends over.&lt;br /&gt;- B-day Party&lt;br /&gt;    (sat night)&lt;br /&gt;   I had a couple of friends (claire,(her fiance justin), stacia, shay, kristen, brittany, &amp;amp; dan) over for banana splits for my b-day! Oh they were heavenly!! After we ate, we played Nertz, til about 12:30, it was so much fun!! I'll have to post funny stories about our Nertz game later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I am off to bed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5248970523968310341?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5248970523968310341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5248970523968310341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5248970523968310341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5248970523968310341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/vegas-birthday.html' title='Vegas / Birthday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6629298729317925480</id><published>2010-03-09T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:36:07.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, this is the 3rd day in a row posting on my blog :) that's a record for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, after eating a very delicious, HUGE slice of asphalt pie from wingers at lunch, i felt a little guilty so this evening so i decided to workout, my workout consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;- 100 regular crunches&lt;br /&gt;- 100 leg raises&lt;br /&gt;- 50 Wacky Jacks (sounds funny but really burns)&lt;br /&gt;- 15 minutes of our weighted hula hoop&lt;br /&gt;- 30 minute jog/sprint (wasn't gonna be a sprint but had a creepy moment so i had to sprint home!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-15 boy push-ups (most i can do which isn't many but for not doing them in a year or so that is good)&lt;br /&gt;           Vegas the day after tomorrow :) I totally am so so excited!!! It's gonna be so much fun to see Uncle Ronnow, Aunt Rhonda, Brett (&amp;amp; hopefully) Taralee &amp;amp; her cute little family :) We are def gonna have a fun time this weekend!! Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6629298729317925480?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6629298729317925480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6629298729317925480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6629298729317925480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6629298729317925480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3357521503328348367</id><published>2010-03-08T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:40:25.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Get!!</title><content type='html'>I went with my mom to Taylor Andrews (hair academy) this evening  &amp;amp; we both got a scalp massage. It felt amazing!! If you have never had one... go get one!! They are a wonderful invention!!! (Monday's throughout march &amp;amp; april they are only $5) Then i got a much needed trim. :) i love it! Got home about an hour ago, worked out for a bit, &amp;amp; then talked to Trevor.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i am kinda at a loss for words &amp;amp; in a little bit of a sad mood.... Guess i should be happier i have one thing to look forward to... Vegas this weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3357521503328348367?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3357521503328348367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3357521503328348367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3357521503328348367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3357521503328348367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-get.html' title='Must Get!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5936850606942921529</id><published>2010-03-07T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:09:24.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know Me Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random things about me to get to know me better!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would rather break a bone than be touched by feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pretty much have a horrible feet fetish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that good music + good food can fix anything. It has many of times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say I'm fine...I'm lying (usually)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love riding the tandem bike summer nights past the orchard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a firm believer that one shoe can change your life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I only tried on skinny jeans once before I feel in love with them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely love my vans, I need a few more pairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy long walks &amp;amp; talks, especially when I have a hand to hold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really ENJOY just driving  w/ no end destination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love flipping my pillow over to the cold side on any given night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get super attached to people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should warn you… when I am in a bad mood… let me cool down by myself &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There's never a right time to say goodbye..." (Chris Brown)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to read… but only if it’s interesting in the first few pages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love going out south of town &amp;amp; having bon fires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would listen to music all day everyday if I could &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"....we adore who ignores us and ignore who adores us" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry more than I’d like to admit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE motorcycle rides. They are a good way to just release some steam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don’t like being the decision maker. I really don’t care what we do, &amp;amp; if I do, I’ll let you know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can think of a few specific times I've laughed so hard that I've almost peed my pants. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can’t wait for summer to officially be here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can think of countless time that I've cried over something so stupid then laughed at it later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE writing in my journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love singing. Especially in the car, the shower or when I am all alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not care what other people think of me. I am who I am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like getting dressed up all nice &amp;amp; pretty but would rather be in a pair jeans, a plain tee &amp;amp; my vans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sports and every single day I miss playing them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am quiet &amp;amp; shy at first but once I get to know you, I really open up &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know that I'm exceptionally far from perfect, but I like to believe I'm almost perfect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wake up to an alarm &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always wanted a temple marriage &amp;amp; a family of my own :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an obsession with tom's deli (greatest creation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should have been born a mermaid or fish... i love the water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am addicted to the tv show Bones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I already know what i want my headstone to look like (weird?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I usually give my heart away too soon... resulting in my heart aching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"... you never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have...."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always wanted to be hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We'll that is all i can think of at the moment... Hope you learned lots :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5936850606942921529?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5936850606942921529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5936850606942921529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5936850606942921529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5936850606942921529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-to-know-me-better.html' title='Getting To Know Me Better'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-289290720740554994</id><published>2010-03-05T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:54:48.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a very long day! Yup, its my 5th day of waking up @ 4 am :( I dont know why it happens but it does at exactly 4:39am i am wide awake, luckily no tears the past 2 mornings! I slept through my phone alarm 3 times, so i woke up late. Worked from 9-1. Looked everywhere for some bright&amp;amp; cheerful gerber daisies... finally found some @ tai pan after an hour of searching. On my way home i almost had my car window shattered. (stupid truck driver!!) Made a gerber daisy bouquet to put on my friends grave for her b-day today (Happy Birthday Mandy Johnson, I love you &amp;amp; miss you lots!) Went to the Kim, Trev's &amp;amp; Tates with Sky &amp;amp; Marie  to watch Tristian &amp;amp; Isolde, pretty good movie... sad ending. Played NERTZ (a freaking fun card game), &amp;amp; had a blast! What an eventful day, if only i could go to sleep right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-289290720740554994?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/289290720740554994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=289290720740554994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/289290720740554994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/289290720740554994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-314871110886733668</id><published>2010-03-02T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:49:55.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal?!</title><content type='html'>Is it weird that i have woken up from a (semi) sad dream about a guy @ exactly 4 am the monday morning &amp;amp; tuesday morning in tears? It wasn't just a few tears, my pillow was pretty wet &amp;amp; i was breathing kinda funny (like people do when they cry extremely hard &amp;amp; they can barely catch there breath)I dont know whats up but i hope that when 4 am rolls around i am sound asleep with no tears! I guess part of this came true this morning rolled around &amp;amp; 4 am i was wide awake again!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, side note....I found this quote tonight &amp;amp; it describes my feelings for the guy i dreamed about...... (i know its prob too early to say this but its my honest feelings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S43j0Y6-OAI/AAAAAAAABuk/4-D9uX10Tpw/s1600-h/stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S43j0Y6-OAI/AAAAAAAABuk/4-D9uX10Tpw/s320/stand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444258013743298562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6802787173050469608-314871110886733668?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/314871110886733668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=314871110886733668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/314871110886733668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/314871110886733668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/03/normal.html' title='Normal?!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S43j0Y6-OAI/AAAAAAAABuk/4-D9uX10Tpw/s72-c/stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-908631564344071182</id><published>2010-02-27T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:38:36.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This weekend i took my sisters &amp;amp; 2 of their friends up to the boy's basketball state playoff games @ UVU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We got up there Friday &amp;amp;  played Wasatch, it was a very intense game, but we lost in the last quarter because of the ref's. I mean seriously 28 fouls called on us vs. 9 called on them during the entire game! That seems quite unfair. But great job tigers for playing your best &amp;amp; winning today!! :) After the game to calm the girls down we went out for ice cream, Trev met us there &amp;amp; then went back to our relatives house to watch Baby Mama. It was such a fun night, thanks Trev for cheering up the girls &amp;amp; especially for making my weekend lots of fun :) I'm sad i had to leave &amp;amp; come home but i am excited to sleep in my own bed tonight :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;events i CAN'T wait for in march:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-The Bachelor, last 2 episodes :) go tenley... boo vienna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Vegas trip with the fam March 11th-14th  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My 20th Birthday :) (i will no longer be a teenager...dang now i must grow up &amp;amp; act like an adult!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vegas trip with Trevor March 18th-21st (if i'm still invited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-My best friend Claire will be 20 on the 18th :) happy b-day! hope its a good one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Erin's Birthday on 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-908631564344071182?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/908631564344071182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=908631564344071182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/908631564344071182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/908631564344071182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1129261746193119476</id><published>2010-02-21T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:43:51.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted post something longer &amp;amp; way exciting but&lt;br /&gt;instead this is basically my weekend in a nutshell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i went up to Provo &amp;amp; spent the weekend with Trevor (&amp;amp; his family) :) Friday night i went to his soccer game &amp;amp; he got re-injured :( because of the stupid goalie! We watched some movies with his roommate &amp;amp; his girlfriend then with &amp;amp; his sister JaNae &amp;amp; her boyfriend, I slept over @ JaNae's apartment (by the way thanks!!) Spent lots of time with his family which was heaps of fun, &amp;amp; also with his cute nephew too, Camden is a handsome little guy. Went bowling with his whole family which was a blast. :) Basically his family is awesome &amp;amp; they are so funny! :) It was very sad to have leave Provo to come back home today but it had to end eventually :( oh &amp;amp; i decided that i really do hate the cold!! (snow especially!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-1129261746193119476?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1129261746193119476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1129261746193119476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1129261746193119476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1129261746193119476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/02/provo.html' title='Provo'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6367417329604778890</id><published>2010-02-15T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:19:52.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Welcome Home from your mission&lt;/span&gt; BRETT LANE LEAVITT!!&lt;/span&gt; The past 2 years went by so fast!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Friday- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We (me, sky, marie, shayli &amp;amp; shauni) got to Vegas later in the afternoon &amp;amp; went straight to Brett's so we could see him!! After visiting with all the family there we went to Town Square with Brett. It was lots of fun! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday-&lt;/span&gt; Spent more time with all the cousins, went shopping with Sky &amp;amp; Marie. It was pretty fun! I got a call on the way home from the mall &amp;amp; it was Trevor (Rhonda's nephew) he asked if i wanted to go on a date with him later that night! It made my whole day to have him ask me out! We went on our date with my brother Sky &amp;amp; his girlfriend Marie, my cousin Brett &amp;amp; trevor's friend Meagan. We ate at Buffalo Wild Wings, (i must say i was kinda nervous to eat it there having never heard of it but Trevor swore by it so i decided to try it &amp;amp; not be scared! It is was pretty good i might add!) After eating we went bowling. Game 1 Trevor &amp;amp; Sky tied for 1st place with a score of 156. I felt bad though for Trevor, his shoulder was hurting him so bad but he kept bowling. :( What a trooper!! Game 2 after the first 2 frames of me &amp;amp; Trevor had knocked down the exact same number of pins so we decided we were gonna end the game with the same score! Even though we didn't win, the end score was Me: 74, Trevor 74. That takes some mad skill &amp;amp; of course me &amp;amp; trevor  have it! :) Once we finished our games we headed over to his house to decorate some cookies his sister Meg had made for Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S3oIQ8o-b8I/AAAAAAAABr4/HnMJgN_FsVM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S3oIQ8o-b8I/AAAAAAAABr4/HnMJgN_FsVM/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668587252215746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is a picture of mine &amp;amp; Trevor's cookie! :) Isn't it just the cutest cookie ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I let Trevor pick the hearts cuz i frosted it, they say....call me, sweet pea, sweet love,my boo, my girl, me &amp;amp; you, you rock, love him, adore me, crazy 4U, &amp;amp; soul mate!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday-&lt;/span&gt; Slept @ Bretts again &amp;amp; then went to get ready with the rest of the family at Dax &amp;amp; Amy's. Church was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1:00, Brett did an amazing job with his testimony &amp;amp; talk. Taralee, Shelise, Kyle &amp;amp; Ronnow sang, it was very beautiful!! :) Afterwords we visited with family &amp;amp; had some delicious lunch! That night Trevor invited me, my sisters &amp;amp; brett to go watch a movie later at his house. We watch Iron Man, a little bit of The Office, Hannah Montana, some tree cutting show, &amp;amp; Wizards of Waverly Places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;/span&gt; We woke up, got ready, hung around the house for a little while, said our goodbyes :( Then went shopping at the mall. I found 3 new shirts &amp;amp; a new dress! The twins found there preference dresses :) Then we headed home!! It was a quick trip back. I am very sad this weekend is over, now back to the real world. I can't wait til another weekend in Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6367417329604778890?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6367417329604778890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6367417329604778890&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6367417329604778890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6367417329604778890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/02/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S3oIQ8o-b8I/AAAAAAAABr4/HnMJgN_FsVM/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7810430120235287750</id><published>2010-02-08T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:20:55.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Me Dang It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So i just heard this quote &amp;amp; i love it!!! It's so what i want to say to a select few people!! haha&lt;br /&gt;"There comes a time when you have to stand up &amp;amp; shout:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is me dang it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I look the way i look, think the way i feel, love the way i love!I am the whole complex package. Take me.... or leave me. Accept me.... or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because i don't fit your idea of who i should be &amp;amp; don't try to change me to fit your mold. If i need to change, i alone will make that decision. When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good &amp;amp; bad, you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; --stacey charter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&amp;amp; also tonight is THE BACHELOR!!! i so can't wait to see what happens tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;(is it bad that i am so so addicted to it? well that my whole family is? it basically is fhe every monday night!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7810430120235287750?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7810430120235287750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7810430120235287750&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7810430120235287750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7810430120235287750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-just-heard-this-quote-i-love-it.html' title='This Is Me Dang It'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-9092716725135118674</id><published>2010-02-03T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:51:47.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nEZwF-bPI/AAAAAAAABrw/QtktYiOecsY/s1600-h/jake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nEZwF-bPI/AAAAAAAABrw/QtktYiOecsY/s320/jake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434090372084952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jake Pavekla-- Bachelor 2010 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;So I must admit that i am 100% addicted to this seasons Bachelor. I haven't missed an episode yet!! Actually my whole family has become very faithful Bachelor watchers (even my dad &amp;amp; brothers haha) Since the very first episode i have already knew my favorite girls, least favorite girls &amp;amp; i have also picked my #1 favorite girl. About the girls left... (in order of Favorite to Least!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CwHiTnEy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt; 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 &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Tenley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nECLwIm0I/AAAAAAAABrg/g_TriuMMNbU/s1600-h/tenley+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nECLwIm0I/AAAAAAAABrg/g_TriuMMNbU/s320/tenley+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434089967192677186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CwHiTnEy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tenley is the one i would pick if i were Jake, if he doesn't pick her he is just plan STUPID!! She is freaking gorgeous!! &amp;amp; She is like the only girl who isn't fake. She seems to be on the show for the right reasons....to find love &amp;amp; to be the right one for Jake. She is definitely here for Jake &amp;amp; not just to be on the show. She is the ONLY one who goes on dates with Jake &amp;amp; all that matter are the two of them!! She hasn't ever brought up any of the problems that are going on with the other girls @ the house.... (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;VIENNA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!!!) Also being married previously i feel that she has more experience than any of the other girls &amp;amp; she deserves a husband who will treat her right!! :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nD5K--GtI/AAAAAAAABrY/ztcKdcLeJCk/s1600-h/ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nD5K--GtI/AAAAAAAABrY/ztcKdcLeJCk/s320/ali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434089812367645394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CwHiTnEy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali is my 2nd favorite. She is a very pretty girl, &amp;amp; i like her. To say the least she hates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; but who doesn't? I have noticed that the past couple of times Jake has taken her for there 1 on 1, she has brought up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in one way or another. It doesn't seem to me that she is all focused on the end prize as much as others may be! I just dont think she is completely right for Jake... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nDqUTsWcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Q1jk9erKuqQ/s1600-h/gia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nDqUTsWcI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Q1jk9erKuqQ/s320/gia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434089557172443586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CwHiTnEy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Gia is right there next to Ali, I like her but there is just some things that bug me, first of all she isn't confident at all.... In the last episode on her double with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; she kinda just hung back &amp;amp; didn't fit at all for Jake, she needs to be more confident cuz she is gorgeous! Second, her lips!! They are so so fake! It bugs me!! (My mom thinks when she smiles she looks like the Joker!!) She isn't right for Jake, they are 2 totally different people with different goals in life!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nDGQ_bWaI/AAAAAAAABrI/7xxooYHQi4s/s1600-h/vienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nDGQ_bWaI/AAAAAAAABrI/7xxooYHQi4s/s320/vienna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434088937806846370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CwHiTnEy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, i can pretty much describe my feelings for her in 5 words &amp;amp; 1 number! HATE HER, SHE IS 2 FACED! She just bugs the crap out of me!!! She acts completely different when she is with the girls in the house compared to when she is alone with Jake, &amp;amp; the dumbest thing about it is HE DOESN'T SEE IT &amp;amp; when others tell him about it HE JUST DOESN'T GET IT!!! I think if he picks her it will be the beginning of Hell for him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CwHiTnEy%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So question for all you avid watchers.... Is anyone else &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SO SO SO freakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; upset with Jake for not illuminating &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at the last rose ceremony? (&amp;amp; after what she did on the last episode!!) She drives me completely insane!! I knew girls in high school like her &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt; hated them, why can't Jake see who she really is, instead of seeing her as someone she is pretending to be!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If Jake is &lt;b&gt;STUPID&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; doesn't pick Tenley to be his wife, who votes she is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bachelorette?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-9092716725135118674?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/9092716725135118674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=9092716725135118674&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/9092716725135118674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/9092716725135118674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/02/jake-pavekla-bachelor-2010-so-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S2nEZwF-bPI/AAAAAAAABrw/QtktYiOecsY/s72-c/jake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-6487470715558051398</id><published>2010-01-18T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:31:12.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOWBOARDING!!</title><content type='html'>It finally happened!!!!! I went snowboarding!! Me, Kyson, Sky &amp;amp; Marie went up to Brian Head &amp;amp; went night boarding on Saturday!! It was super awesome! I can't wait to go again!! :) Also check out my brand new snowboarding outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(New Brown, Blue &amp;amp; White Jacket, White Pants, &amp;amp; a Brown Headband/Beanie)&lt;br /&gt;(i got it all for under $80 dollars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S1TbGqjjnmI/AAAAAAAABpI/NiGysx02A00/s1600-h/SANY0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S1TbGqjjnmI/AAAAAAAABpI/NiGysx02A00/s320/SANY0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428204358437412450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-6487470715558051398?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/6487470715558051398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=6487470715558051398&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6487470715558051398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/6487470715558051398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowboarding.html' title='SNOWBOARDING!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S1TbGqjjnmI/AAAAAAAABpI/NiGysx02A00/s72-c/SANY0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5687159074888944904</id><published>2010-01-11T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:51:50.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weeks Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post may be sorta on the long side but a lot happened this week!! Read on if you wish!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      Slept in &amp;amp; then just chillled all day with the family!! (oh &amp;amp; all my shows started back up again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to lunch with Tiff, Shay &amp;amp; Stacia to celebrate her (stacia) getting engaged! On my way across the street from work to Olive Garden i managed to tap a curb &amp;amp; pop my front tire completely. Work was so horrible! After being there for about 5 minutes i knew that the day was going to be one of those that NEVER end!! Enough said on that!! (just plain right bad!) That night i got a text from Axton inviting me to go to Kolob sledding/tubing... I agreed to it before he said we will be leaving @ 7:30 AM!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      S0... 7:30am came pretty fast. After picking up everyone we headed up to Kolob. Although it was long day was very eventful &amp;amp; very very fun! It ranged from finding out not only were we sledding/ tubing but we would be riding snowmobiles to Callins cabin to driving off the cliff &amp;amp; taking out a tree to sledding off the balcony on completely flat, pretty hard ground to knee deep snow in some places to me falling off the snowmobile cuz of the icy step! Don't get me wrong it was a freaking awesome day! But to be honest i have never seen my life flash before my eyes as many times that day as it did during the duration on the snowmobiles!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0xA-Jj3I/AAAAAAAABn4/ohsx5NywJ0o/s1600-h/18556_106702282676101_100000089888225_167010_8130656_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0xA-Jj3I/AAAAAAAABn4/ohsx5NywJ0o/s320/18556_106702282676101_100000089888225_167010_8130656_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425558561520979826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Whole Group:&lt;br /&gt;(me, axton, gabe, rash, annie, chancen, tyson &amp;amp; callin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0x9spM6I/AAAAAAAABoI/8hFzaYjwehI/s1600-h/16940_107190575958764_100000034667559_185699_364481_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0x9spM6I/AAAAAAAABoI/8hFzaYjwehI/s320/16940_107190575958764_100000034667559_185699_364481_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425558577822118818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Rash &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the HUGE smiles were mainly because we made it off the mountain safely!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0xVuZ2NI/AAAAAAAABoA/_zWAfSwYgwY/s1600-h/18556_106702272676102_100000089888225_167007_4674184_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0xVuZ2NI/AAAAAAAABoA/_zWAfSwYgwY/s320/18556_106702272676102_100000089888225_167007_4674184_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425558567092082898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Axton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in case you cant tell i was holding on for dear life  entire day!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0yLPCktI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nbxLYdu2BWY/s1600-h/16940_107190259292129_100000034667559_185690_735096_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0yLPCktI/AAAAAAAABoQ/nbxLYdu2BWY/s320/16940_107190259292129_100000034667559_185690_735096_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425558581456048850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least.... Callin in his soccer shorts &amp;amp; snow boats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(There is quite the funny story goes with this picture.. We were standing on the porch shedding our snow clothes before we went into the cabin &amp;amp; I glanced over at Callin while he was undoing his snow pants &amp;amp; he said " dont worry i'm not naked under here but i wish i were!!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           Basically work &amp;amp; more work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Worked til about 3-4, then went home to help Sky work on my dresser he is building! Spent an hour or so staining all the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watched my little brother dominate in his Basketball game!! Woke up with a small rash around my leg by my ankles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Woke up to my whole body (excluding my face) covered in a red rash. After showing my aunt (who i work with.. nurse) She told me that i am allergic to the antibiotic i was taking for an infection! That makes a 2 that i can't have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..The End..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hopefully i didnt bore you with my week happenings!)&lt;br /&gt;back to my staining &amp;amp; dresser making project!!&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/6802787173050469608-5687159074888944904?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5687159074888944904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5687159074888944904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5687159074888944904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5687159074888944904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-weeks-events.html' title='Last Weeks Events'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/S0t0xA-Jj3I/AAAAAAAABn4/ohsx5NywJ0o/s72-c/18556_106702282676101_100000089888225_167010_8130656_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5011560017724414973</id><published>2009-12-19T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:27:42.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME BOOKS</title><content type='html'>I am not huge reader... Well to be honest I HATE READING!! But when i hear of a good book, I can't put it down. I have to read it from start to finish before i can go to bed. I read the first book in one day, the next day i read the second &amp;amp; in 2 days i read the 3rd. I have started this series by the wonderful artist, Anita Stansfield. I would recommend it to everyone!!!!&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/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gF_sSfeI/AAAAAAAABnQ/RYu3bBaiXXs/s1600-h/SoundOfRain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gF_sSfeI/AAAAAAAABnQ/RYu3bBaiXXs/s320/SoundOfRain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417091582909382114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gGTD44VI/AAAAAAAABnY/bgDknODGhBU/s1600-h/DistantThunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gGTD44VI/AAAAAAAABnY/bgDknODGhBU/s320/DistantThunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417091588108640594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gGr-konI/AAAAAAAABng/Lc2gPL8Yyfo/s1600-h/WindsOfHope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gGr-konI/AAAAAAAABng/Lc2gPL8Yyfo/s320/WindsOfHope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417091594797228658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gGyr-poI/AAAAAAAABno/ygxAs-gY0iI/s1600-h/ShelterFromStorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gGyr-poI/AAAAAAAABno/ygxAs-gY0iI/s320/ShelterFromStorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417091596598290050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gHdfPJGI/AAAAAAAABnw/FnJtmylIY0I/s1600-h/SilenceSnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gHdfPJGI/AAAAAAAABnw/FnJtmylIY0I/s320/SilenceSnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417091608087569506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; thanks Kasey &amp;amp; Grandma for letting me borrow the last ones)&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/6802787173050469608-5011560017724414973?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5011560017724414973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5011560017724414973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5011560017724414973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5011560017724414973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/12/awesome-books.html' title='AWESOME BOOKS'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Sy1gF_sSfeI/AAAAAAAABnQ/RYu3bBaiXXs/s72-c/SoundOfRain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5064633831454818583</id><published>2009-11-30T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:42:16.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spirit of "CHRIST"mas</title><content type='html'>Today i was reading this talk by my favorite President Henry B. Eyring, called "Home For Christmas." I came across a part that really struck me it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What all of us long for in our hearts, at Christmastime and always, is to feel bound together in love with the sweet assurance that it can last forever. This is the promise of eternal life, which God has called His greatest gift to His children (see &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/14/7#7" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/14//7#7')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 14:7&lt;/a&gt;). That is made possible by the gifts to us of His Beloved Son: the Savior’s birth, Atonement, and Resurrection. It is through the Savior’s life and mission that we have the assurance that we can be together in love and live forever in families."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His talk was based on 4 main topics:&lt;br /&gt;1. Longing for Eternal Love (D&amp;amp;C 14:7)&lt;br /&gt;2. Finding the Promised Joy (Matt 6: 14-15)&lt;br /&gt;3. Felling the Joy of Giving (Mosiah 4: 20-23 &amp;amp; Revelations 13:8)&lt;br /&gt;4. Blessed with his light (Moroni 7: 16, D&amp;amp;C 81:5 &amp;amp; 3 Nephi 19:24-25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would encourage you all too read it if you have a little extra time on your hands this holiday season!! Or it'd be a great fhe lesson.  Just go to lds.org or in the Dec. 2009 Ensign or Liahona to find it. Its a great talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s. Also, just a side note...I am no longer a private blog. Didn't like it!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5064633831454818583?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5064633831454818583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5064633831454818583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5064633831454818583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5064633831454818583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/11/spirit-of-christmas.html' title='The Spirit of &quot;CHRIST&quot;mas'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7792411194941563866</id><published>2009-11-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:12:58.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Lost...</title><content type='html'>You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7792411194941563866?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7792411194941563866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7792411194941563866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7792411194941563866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7792411194941563866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-lost.html' title='A Love Lost...'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5221748470662412315</id><published>2009-10-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:09:11.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Accessory :(</title><content type='html'>Check out my new accessory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SuddaECliBI/AAAAAAAABkk/6zStu95qpHk/s1600-h/article-1108502-02F9EC57000005DC-650_468x313.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/_fICrc5celj8/SuddaECliBI/AAAAAAAABkk/6zStu95qpHk/s320/article-1108502-02F9EC57000005DC-650_468x313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385380769400850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's one of those one size fits all... ugly white ones they give to the patients who test positive w/ the H1N1 flu. Ya, lucky me i've got it! :(&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning i woke up with a sore throat &amp;amp; cough, later that day i started to get a headache/fever. I stayed home from church figuring i'd be better by morning so i could go to school... NOPE! I woke up Monday morning feeling even crappier! So i emailed my professors &amp;amp; stayed home. I woke up Tuesday &amp;amp; got ready for work even though i still felt like crap. I got to work &amp;amp; the doctors said before i worked they wanted to test me for the flu. And just my luck i tested positive! So now... no work, no school.... but i gotta wear this stupid mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pros of the mask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeps my mouth &amp;amp; nose warm in this windy weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cons of the mask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;annoying, can't sleep with it on!&lt;br /&gt;is very claustrophobic&lt;br /&gt;can't breathe with it on&lt;br /&gt;bugs my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-5221748470662412315?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5221748470662412315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5221748470662412315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5221748470662412315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5221748470662412315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-accessory.html' title='New Accessory :('/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SuddaECliBI/AAAAAAAABkk/6zStu95qpHk/s72-c/article-1108502-02F9EC57000005DC-650_468x313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3645440519179349317</id><published>2009-10-07T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:01:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John's</title><content type='html'>So i was on Dear Elder today writing a missionary &amp;amp; there was a link on the left side of the page saying &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEAR JOHN LETTERS&lt;/span&gt;, i decided hmm.. reading those would probably make me laugh &amp;amp; i need a laugh so i clicked on it. And WOW! Holy Smokes some people are HARSH! But I did find two i REALLY love so i wanna share it with you: (i am going to insert some names to make it better &amp;amp; more interesting!! haha most will understand)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Elder Long,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you mean the world to me. I will always treasure the moments we spent together, and I know we will have many more of those moments in the future, considering that I'm marrying your older brother Trevor in two weeks! Yeah, isn't it crazy! We had wanted you to come to the wedding, but we decided we couldn't wait that long. We're getting married on Dec 6th in the DC Temple. I know I promised to wait for you, but I know God has something better in mind for both of us. But we're thinking that we might name our first son after you. That would be nice, wouldn't it? I hope we can still be really good friends, otherwise Trevor would feel bad. Anyways, have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who received a Dear John and this was his response after gathering photo copies of all the Elders' in his district girlfriends, sisters, cousins, etc. (around her age &amp;amp; a little older) He then sent all of the pictures back to his "sweetheart" with the following note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Whitney,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you have found someone to share eternity with. I, however, forgot which one you are. If you could please remove your picture and send the rest back, that would be great! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Elder Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoyed these and wanna read more visit:&lt;br /&gt;www.dearelder.com (on the lower left hand column, under the bolded term FUN STUFF just click Dear John Letters)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-3645440519179349317?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3645440519179349317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3645440519179349317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3645440519179349317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3645440519179349317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-johns.html' title='Dear John&apos;s'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4152800083754114299</id><published>2009-09-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:49:47.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Cousin Picture</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone reading my blog, I bet your all thinking.. Wow 2 posts in one week.. Actually i figured the post about me going private is old news. I mean if you wanna be able to view my blog next week after it goes private, you most likely already emailed me &amp;amp; given me your email .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I decided it was time for a new post mainly because we got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our First Cousin Picture&lt;/span&gt;  (older girls only, 17 &amp;amp; up is the limit)  I know hair colors don't match everyone exactly the lighting wasn't the best! But this photo really shows the true us :) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SsP7ZpXgxMI/AAAAAAAABj8/zePbXPUHBG4/s1600-h/9424_146927931304_654511304_2660170_3464106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SsP7ZpXgxMI/AAAAAAAABj8/zePbXPUHBG4/s320/9424_146927931304_654511304_2660170_3464106_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387425997285016770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; (belle),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shayli&lt;/span&gt; (snow white),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shauni&lt;/span&gt; (jasmine),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brandi&lt;/span&gt; (ariel),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kasey &lt;/span&gt;(cinderella),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kortney&lt;/span&gt; (sleeping beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we all know she loves her sleep) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenzi &lt;/span&gt;(alice in wonderland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sure do hope everyone likes how it turned out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-4152800083754114299?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4152800083754114299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4152800083754114299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4152800083754114299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4152800083754114299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-first-cousin-picture.html' title='Our First Cousin Picture'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SsP7ZpXgxMI/AAAAAAAABj8/zePbXPUHBG4/s72-c/9424_146927931304_654511304_2660170_3464106_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8704914550706457858</id><published>2009-09-28T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:49:39.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private? Or Not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lingering question i have had recently (considering lots of people going private) is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should i or should i not go private?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been trying to decide if i want to or not? I hate it when other blogs i visit go private cuz i cant see there blogs anymore without being invited, and sometimes i'm not one of there "good friends" so i hesitate emailing them and ask in case they went private so me &amp;amp; other not so good friends couldn't look at there blog... But i also like when others find my blog and &lt;/span&gt;love to find other long lost friends blogs and see what they are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well i have made the decision....&lt;br /&gt;I am going private! (for i dont know how long) if you read my blog or wanna see it  please send me your email on here, facebook, or just email me @ shizneystar@hotmail.com &amp;amp; i'll invite you to view it (oh and not stalkers aloud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how long this private blog lasts? Who knows it could be the greatest thing to ever happen? Or i just may decide i hate being private and want anyone to look at my amazing blog?! haha :)&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/6802787173050469608-8704914550706457858?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8704914550706457858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8704914550706457858&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8704914550706457858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8704914550706457858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/09/private-or-not.html' title='Private? Or Not?'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7412364956879495540</id><published>2009-09-16T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:05:47.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys= Jerks</title><content type='html'>I have decided that i officially hate ALL guys...except my dad, brothers, uncles, cousins &amp;amp; my grandpa. They are JERKS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-7412364956879495540?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7412364956879495540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7412364956879495540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7412364956879495540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7412364956879495540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/09/guys-jerks.html' title='Guys= Jerks'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8172810014152318105</id><published>2009-09-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:07:00.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>It rained really hard for a little while today!  Me &amp;amp; 2 of my roomies played in the rain, running through it and jumping in the puddles....in our clothes :) At the institute there is a ditch in the middle of the lawn, in the ditch there was a HUGE puddle! Erika &amp;amp; April decided that they were gonna sit in the puddle because the water was warm... i know kinda surprising for such a deep puddle.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture that i took of my 2 roommates sitting in a huge puddle in there clothes, unders and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SqBmueWQGyI/AAAAAAAABio/ljnSCODHLCE/s1600-h/erika+%26+grape.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/_fICrc5celj8/SqBmueWQGyI/AAAAAAAABio/ljnSCODHLCE/s320/erika+%26+grape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377410903686781730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we love the rain :)&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/6802787173050469608-8172810014152318105?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8172810014152318105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8172810014152318105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8172810014152318105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8172810014152318105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SqBmueWQGyI/AAAAAAAABio/ljnSCODHLCE/s72-c/erika+%26+grape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-2533572194749291727</id><published>2009-08-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:49:54.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Flu Shot</title><content type='html'>So i got my flu shot and this is the end result.....(after 2 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Spdj6NDXSuI/AAAAAAAABig/sHCFK6lTjBs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.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/_fICrc5celj8/Spdj6NDXSuI/AAAAAAAABig/sHCFK6lTjBs/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374874531877309154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the red spot has a temperature of probably 100 plus... and is rock hard, sticks out like an  inch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Spdj5vuQ0HI/AAAAAAAABiY/8voC7s3APeI/s1600-h/arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Spdj5vuQ0HI/AAAAAAAABiY/8voC7s3APeI/s320/arm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374874524004175986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see where they poke the needle in at?! Cuz i can't...&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/6802787173050469608-2533572194749291727?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/2533572194749291727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=2533572194749291727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2533572194749291727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/2533572194749291727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-my-flu-shot.html' title='Got My Flu Shot'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Spdj6NDXSuI/AAAAAAAABig/sHCFK6lTjBs/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8348386015582649426</id><published>2009-08-26T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:53:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>So we always have a beginning of the year fashion show and this year i think Tyler had the BEST outfit ever!!! He got a little carried out of hand with his outfit for spirit week! But we gotta love Ty-nerd!! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXMSDXbVI/AAAAAAAABiA/cg6IuUeHb_o/s1600-h/ty+nerd.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/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXMSDXbVI/AAAAAAAABiA/cg6IuUeHb_o/s320/ty+nerd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374438336340913490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next picture is of my newest cutest most adorable little cousin Klare Ballard (not sure on her middle name..) Isn't she just a doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXMqkgn8I/AAAAAAAABiI/97FKgD4sscw/s1600-h/me+%26+klare.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/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXMqkgn8I/AAAAAAAABiI/97FKgD4sscw/s320/me+%26+klare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374438342922379202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; baby Klare..she loves me most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXNA4eGDI/AAAAAAAABiQ/NBmRVRWqn30/s1600-h/sky+%26+klare.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/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXNA4eGDI/AAAAAAAABiQ/NBmRVRWqn30/s320/sky+%26+klare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374438348911679538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at how tiny she looks in his arms... Funny story about Skyler and babies! We babysit my little cousin Jaidyn every Sunday and she liked Skyler this one Sunday and you could tell it just made his day so he played with her and carried her around the house all day. Then he went to my mom in the kitchen and was like mom, i am so baby hungry. She kinda looked at him half smiling and was like well if you want a baby your gonna have to get married first... Then Sky looked at her all serious and was like... No Mom!! You've got it all wrong i want you to have another baby! I'm not ready for one of my own. HAHA My mom was kinda caught off guard but immediately said Sky dearest my baby maker is broken so your gonna have to have the kids now. :) hahahaha it was so funny! I have never laughed so hard in my life! You all should have been there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-8348386015582649426?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8348386015582649426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8348386015582649426&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8348386015582649426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8348386015582649426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SpXXMSDXbVI/AAAAAAAABiA/cg6IuUeHb_o/s72-c/ty+nerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1433682180347325790</id><published>2009-08-20T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:18:23.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...Wednesday i didnt have work so me &amp;amp; shay got all dressed up in our cute clothes and went out south of town &amp;amp; to the church farm for a little photo shoot. We didnt get many pictures taken before the sun went down so check back in a few days or weeks for more photos :) And dont be to critical on how they turn out we aren't professionals at all! Just two girls going out to have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some we took of me... more of me, shay and the twins later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372277965439076050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/So4qWJSnhtI/AAAAAAAABhY/GJkdbvXXQGE/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i like this one a lot but the lighting was not the greatest on my face! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372280739000254066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/So4s3lnIfnI/AAAAAAAABhw/y-UowxRDzWU/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know this one is blurry but its a favorite! I love the shirt!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372281557690104418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/So4tnPeAOmI/AAAAAAAABh4/QxgTGO5ua88/s320/SANY0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok this isn't from the photo shoot but it was taken after it. I wanted a picture of me and sky and his funny facial hair he is growing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-1433682180347325790?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1433682180347325790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1433682180347325790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1433682180347325790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1433682180347325790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-photo-shoot.html' title='Fun Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/So4qWJSnhtI/AAAAAAAABhY/GJkdbvXXQGE/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-5004398080633319770</id><published>2009-07-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:15:31.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>): Channy is leaving!! :(</title><content type='html'>So my new best friend Channy is leaving to China for 4 months and i dont know what i will do without her! She has always been there for me (well since i met her a year ago) she listens to me when i have problems or exciting news! I will miss our car rides where we'd blast "My life would suck without you!!" Our late night walks, movie runs, swims at Diana's... So here are some of the memories i have created with Channy and things we have done together!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjQYoWwcaI/AAAAAAAABgw/_PC5TwkHWaI/s1600-h/4412_79461233018_747323018_1745911_2293373_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/SmjQYoWwcaI/AAAAAAAABgw/_PC5TwkHWaI/s320/4412_79461233018_747323018_1745911_2293373_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361764477952881058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lil Spot (aka Mikyla, Me, Adaiza, Elder Rigo Yturriaga, CHANNY (bff), Shay &amp;amp; Red (aka Kristen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjRMJxrKRI/AAAAAAAABg4/5nyi1r6_3w0/s1600-h/2778_71362793018_747323018_1632600_6095058_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/SmjRMJxrKRI/AAAAAAAABg4/5nyi1r6_3w0/s320/2778_71362793018_747323018_1632600_6095058_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361765363097479442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DARE NIGHT E2 VS. D2&lt;br /&gt;What a great night! And E2 won! Go my apartment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjRl_neQ0I/AAAAAAAABhA/vZdSVlmbUwo/s1600-h/4412_79461348018_747323018_1745931_6966105_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/SmjRl_neQ0I/AAAAAAAABhA/vZdSVlmbUwo/s320/4412_79461348018_747323018_1745931_6966105_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361765807046935362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End Of Semester Party... Maybe drunk a little!! (dont worry its sparkling cider)&lt;br /&gt;Andy, Me, Hillary, Shay Adazia, &amp;amp; CHANNY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjR_EyHTmI/AAAAAAAABhI/LwX1Ntrofnw/s1600-h/4985_91954338018_747323018_1933837_2562700_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/SmjR_EyHTmI/AAAAAAAABhI/LwX1Ntrofnw/s320/4985_91954338018_747323018_1933837_2562700_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361766237930475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Britt &amp;amp; Stew's Reception... Me, CHANNY &amp;amp; Shay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjSK1cFrBI/AAAAAAAABhQ/StgU1ITeRIc/s1600-h/6529_103968203018_747323018_2130663_4492284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjSK1cFrBI/AAAAAAAABhQ/StgU1ITeRIc/s320/6529_103968203018_747323018_2130663_4492284_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361766439969991698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lake Time!!&lt;br /&gt;We decided to compare hair to see who's was nicer! I think it was a tie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish i had more pictures with Channy but that is pretty much all the ones we have! I guess we will have to take more before she goes and then pick up once she gets back! :) I will miss you so much Channy! See you in 4 months!!&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/6802787173050469608-5004398080633319770?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/5004398080633319770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=5004398080633319770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5004398080633319770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/5004398080633319770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/07/channy-is-leaving.html' title='): Channy is leaving!! :('/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SmjQYoWwcaI/AAAAAAAABgw/_PC5TwkHWaI/s72-c/4412_79461233018_747323018_1745911_2293373_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-7628022483286077527</id><published>2009-06-23T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:59:50.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britt's Wedding/ Movie (The Best Ever)</title><content type='html'>Saturday (June 20th) my friend Brittany Phillips got married!! (really crazy cuz i lived with her and she is my same age!! i'm totally to young to get married!!!) She married Sterling Tobiasson in the St. George Temple. It was a great wedding. Beautiful Day outside and i'm sure a beautiful ceremony. I got to babysit all of Stew's nieces and nephews while they were in the temple. It was lots of fun. Later that day i got to go and help set up some stuff at her reception. It was gorgeous. Her reception went well.. all in all i am glad it is over! :) Here are some pics from the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF5BtxYJwI/AAAAAAAABf4/-2fniIRUiXk/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF5BtxYJwI/AAAAAAAABf4/-2fniIRUiXk/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350690902666389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stew &amp;amp; Britt (sorry it isn't the greatest i took it with my phone... the really good ones are on Sammi Beardalls website which is... feelslikehomephotography.blogspot.com Check them out!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF41tBrqxI/AAAAAAAABfw/Vic0qnTmQUs/s1600-h/me+%26+brady.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/_fICrc5celj8/SkF41tBrqxI/AAAAAAAABfw/Vic0qnTmQUs/s320/me+%26+brady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350690696307911442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Brady (my bgfe-best guy friend ever) Isnt it cute how we match like perfectly..and we didn't even plan it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF4xYRc0nI/AAAAAAAABfo/1E5aoLNm6IQ/s1600-h/me,+chan+%26+Shay.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/_fICrc5celj8/SkF4xYRc0nI/AAAAAAAABfo/1E5aoLNm6IQ/s320/me,+chan+%26+Shay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350690622017426034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Channy &amp;amp; Shay... us posing for a quick picture at the reception :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF4q7fn2oI/AAAAAAAABfg/wod9JsfoaCM/s1600-h/britts+wedding.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/_fICrc5celj8/SkF4q7fn2oI/AAAAAAAABfg/wod9JsfoaCM/s320/britts+wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350690511213025922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy, Channy, The Beautiful Bride- Brittany Tobiasson, Shay &amp;amp; Hillary&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL BABES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reception me, Courtney Parker, Chantel Olsen, Chantelle Whiting, Allyson Duda, Shay Harvey, Andy Walker, Hillary Searle &amp;amp; Ben Holmes (what a lucky man) went to see the movie The Proposal (with Sandra Bullock &amp;amp; Ryan Reynolds) if you haven't seen it you must!! It is my new favorite movie!!! I could watch it all day everyday and love it each time!! Go see it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF4c2dKkWI/AAAAAAAABfY/6C_N6zLEw4o/s1600-h/proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF4c2dKkWI/AAAAAAAABfY/6C_N6zLEw4o/s320/proposal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350690269342372194" 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/6802787173050469608-7628022483286077527?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/7628022483286077527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=7628022483286077527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7628022483286077527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/7628022483286077527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/06/britts-wedding-movie-best-ever.html' title='Britt&apos;s Wedding/ Movie (The Best Ever)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF5BtxYJwI/AAAAAAAABf4/-2fniIRUiXk/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-8365550246725398754</id><published>2009-06-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:41:57.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week Fun..</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, June 14th, we went up north and went to Lagoon, The Mayan, &amp;amp; The Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house. It was a lot of fun besides the fact that i had a ginormous cold sore &amp;amp; canker! Here are some pictures from up there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF2FvF2oYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/f_ZXUysbKUs/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF2FvF2oYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/f_ZXUysbKUs/s320/wicked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350687673205301634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actual pic of Sky, Shauni, Kyson &amp;amp; Shayli on Wicked at Lagoon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF0UToG_KI/AAAAAAAABew/obTEb7CpL8E/s1600-h/mayan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF0UToG_KI/AAAAAAAABew/obTEb7CpL8E/s320/mayan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350685724507569314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF0oK1lloI/AAAAAAAABe4/LMUWoS0BRl8/s1600-h/temple.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/_fICrc5celj8/SkF0oK1lloI/AAAAAAAABe4/LMUWoS0BRl8/s320/temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686065745565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Oquirrh Mountain Temple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF1GWNdMGI/AAAAAAAABfA/TLEggOokH-4/s1600-h/ouchie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF1GWNdMGI/AAAAAAAABfA/TLEggOokH-4/s320/ouchie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686584194543714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cold sore...as you can see my face was super swollen because first of all that cold sore stuck out so far i could almost look down and see it....also directly under that cold sore on the inside of my mouth i had a huge canker! Lots of pain!!! But all in all of fun trip with my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6802787173050469608-8365550246725398754?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/8365550246725398754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=8365550246725398754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8365550246725398754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/8365550246725398754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-week-fun.html' title='Last Week Fun..'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SkF2FvF2oYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/f_ZXUysbKUs/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-391358828587437302</id><published>2009-06-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:30:29.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4-Wheelin :)</title><content type='html'>So Saturday i went to lunch with some of my family to celebrate Tommy (Hirschi) going through the temple. After Sky invited me to go with him, Axton &amp;amp; Axton's companion from his mission. We went out south and went the back way into the sand dunes. It was super fun...minus the wind! We drove a while and then Axton &amp;amp; his friend left. So me &amp;amp; Sky decided to keep goin and to drive around the golf course and then back through the sand dunes back to the truck! It was so much fun. Sky has been home 2 1/2 weeks or so and this was the first time i got to spend time alone with him. I missed doin that so much! He is always with someone else.... I hope that he will fit me into his schedule more often...i mean come on i am his favorite sister and more important than anyone else:) haha (jk about the more important..not the favorite sister! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Si63KIbhZcI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v3swRTdZcPU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.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/_fICrc5celj8/Si63KIbhZcI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v3swRTdZcPU/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345411192424850882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sky and the lake in the distance. I wish i would have gotten a pic with Axton &amp;amp; his companion too but they left before i got the bright idea of takin this picture for my blog! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-391358828587437302?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/391358828587437302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=391358828587437302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/391358828587437302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/391358828587437302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-wheelin.html' title='4-Wheelin :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Si63KIbhZcI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v3swRTdZcPU/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-3079591772844544305</id><published>2009-06-08T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:53:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting...No i'm not to old for it :)</title><content type='html'>So I got to babysit Chad &amp;amp; Terra's cute little girls at my apartment the other night and we spent most of the time playing at the park and on a huge grass field. It was lots of fun :) Here are some cute pictures of the girls! I love them so much!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Si1q1WoGyFI/AAAAAAAABbA/3rp4fQPD5mw/s1600-h/taycee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Si1q1WoGyFI/AAAAAAAABbA/3rp4fQPD5mw/s320/taycee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045797598054482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Taycee, Harlee &amp;amp; Tymberlee learning from Kyson how to do a cool trick with the soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Si1rRZlLMMI/AAAAAAAABbI/snhdws7Z3YM/s1600-h/venna.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/_fICrc5celj8/Si1rRZlLMMI/AAAAAAAABbI/snhdws7Z3YM/s320/venna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046279427403970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My most favorite picture ever!! Vennalee isn't quite old enough to play soccer so we sat on the blanket and she told me so many stories.... Look at her cute smile :) i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Terra &amp;amp; Chad so much for letting me play with your girls...I hope i can do it again! :)&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/6802787173050469608-3079591772844544305?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/3079591772844544305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=3079591772844544305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3079591772844544305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/3079591772844544305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/06/babysittingno-im-not-to-old-for-it.html' title='Babysitting...No i&apos;m not to old for it :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/Si1q1WoGyFI/AAAAAAAABbA/3rp4fQPD5mw/s72-c/taycee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1755369738460644270</id><published>2009-06-01T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:33:38.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VEGAS!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a great road trip to Vegas. My aunt Rhonda wanted me to come down and meet her nephew who just got back on Wednesday from the Sydney North Australia Mission. So i got there on Saturday night and Rhonda took us to the Waters house so we could meet Trevor &amp;amp; JaNae her niece and nephew. They were headed to the Stratosphere and invited me and Tia to go with them. So we went with them and a few other friends to ride the rides. We all went on the Big Shot. It was pretty intense :) being so high up there in the air! (really cool!) Sunday we went to Trevor's homecoming which he did very good on his talk. The spirit was definitely there!! Then went to his house for lunch. Trevor let us try some good Aussie licorice (spelling?!?!)  and some really really good chocolate stuff. After a few hours of visiting with Trevor and the rest of his family and friends we went back to Ronnow's and Rhonda's to take our regular Sunday afternoon nap. :) That night we all went out for a walk and Rhonda wanted us to meet this cute kid in her neighborhood so we went to his house and tlked to him for a little while.  His name was Kevin. He got some of his friends together to introduce us to and to play badminton with! Trevor and JaNae came over and played with us. Pretty much me and Tia were very good at it...hahaha jk we sucked but we can blame it on it being our first time :)&lt;br /&gt;Vegas was definitely worth it! I can't wait til i have a free weekend again to go there again and hangout with my new friends there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-1755369738460644270?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1755369738460644270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1755369738460644270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1755369738460644270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1755369738460644270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegas.html' title='VEGAS!!!!'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-1086505894503474882</id><published>2009-05-23T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:57:18.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKYLER IS HOME :)</title><content type='html'>Skyler is finally home! It is GREAT!!! :) We picked him up at the airport on Thursday at 4:19, it was super fun to see him again for the first time! The  only requests he had for when we got into hurricane was to  eat at Pizza Factory,  get  new garments and to hug/try on his turn-outs ! :) So after we did the first to we went to  the fire station and he tried on his turn-outs! Isn't he handsome! :)&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad my big brother is home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/ShhGPH8ZevI/AAAAAAAABa4/9gW-qLdIS0Y/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/ShhGPH8ZevI/AAAAAAAABa4/9gW-qLdIS0Y/s320/GetAttachment-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339094583892081394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Most HANDSOME Fireman Ever!!&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/6802787173050469608-1086505894503474882?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/1086505894503474882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=1086505894503474882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1086505894503474882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/1086505894503474882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/05/skyler-is-home.html' title='SKYLER IS HOME :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/ShhGPH8ZevI/AAAAAAAABa4/9gW-qLdIS0Y/s72-c/GetAttachment-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-889443501636193739</id><published>2009-05-19T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:29:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Axton's  Home</title><content type='html'>I know this is a few weeks late but a good saying i like a lot...Better late then never! :)&lt;br /&gt;Elder Axton Hoyt is finally home!! He flew in to the St. George Airport on May 1st, 2009 at 4:19p.m.  It was so fun to see him. I got the chance to go on a date with him 5 days after he had been home...and he wasn't like all returned missionaries... he wasn't awkward! :) haha We carried on a conversation the whole time. We went to Tom's Deli (the most amazing deli) and then we just talked. It was really fun! I hope lots more of those dates are in the future! Here is the only picture i have of me with Axton, and it was taken at his farewell luncheon. I guess i will have to get on top of it and get a more recent one of us, we have both changed so much!&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is I am glad he is back....and i cant wait for the 21st to come!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/ShMIHkHu7sI/AAAAAAAABaU/J8S0NbTw2TY/s1600-h/n719714886_209480_6281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/ShMIHkHu7sI/AAAAAAAABaU/J8S0NbTw2TY/s320/n719714886_209480_6281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337618909412388546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. lastly...thanks chad and terra...for you know what! i couldnt have done it without you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-889443501636193739?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/889443501636193739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=889443501636193739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/889443501636193739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/889443501636193739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/05/axtons-home.html' title='Axton&apos;s  Home'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/ShMIHkHu7sI/AAAAAAAABaU/J8S0NbTw2TY/s72-c/n719714886_209480_6281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-9018900174783073576</id><published>2009-04-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:49:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Fun :)</title><content type='html'>Here are so pictures to show what i do besides work and school :) Every college students life includes lots of partyin... trust me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ42zUqhDI/AAAAAAAABaM/Mtrk7JyF8VM/s1600-h/n774592937_2270426_3367365.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/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ42zUqhDI/AAAAAAAABaM/Mtrk7JyF8VM/s320/n774592937_2270426_3367365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580091924710450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Above): Hailey, Me, ?, Maddie &amp;amp; Shay having a wonderful "girl talk" at Parkers. All the boys wished we'd let them listen to it :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ4fsYuUgI/AAAAAAAABZ8/G0WJ8GKSmkM/s1600-h/n537815825_2233573_1538884.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/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ4fsYuUgI/AAAAAAAABZ8/G0WJ8GKSmkM/s320/n537815825_2233573_1538884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329579694925697538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Above): Hill, Britt, Me, Shay, Mikyla &amp;amp; (Andy taking the pic) all E2 roomies chillin together in the living room before The Great Race. :) (first time since a long time that we have all been home in the same room at the same time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ24FlzcWI/AAAAAAAABZc/ClptSZ04be8/s1600-h/2778_73134683018_747323018_1658378_8125026_n.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/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ24FlzcWI/AAAAAAAABZc/ClptSZ04be8/s320/2778_73134683018_747323018_1658378_8125026_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329577914985050466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Above): Girls Party @ Ericka... FUN FUN FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;(L to R &amp;amp; B-Row to F-Row) Kaylee, Adaiza, Shay, Hill, Ericka, Andy, Mckenna, Channy &amp;amp; Anna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ11BBSTPI/AAAAAAAABZU/yF52xkfseHM/s1600-h/Dare+Night+E2+vs.+D2.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/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ11BBSTPI/AAAAAAAABZU/yF52xkfseHM/s320/Dare+Night+E2+vs.+D2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329576762706906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Above): 1st Annual E2 vs. D2 DARE NIGHT!! :) Winners= E2... (girls in black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ11EDDnHI/AAAAAAAABZM/xUM5cTA7fjg/s1600-h/Babes+at+the+boys+bball+game...shay,+me+%26+adaiza.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/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ11EDDnHI/AAAAAAAABZM/xUM5cTA7fjg/s320/Babes+at+the+boys+bball+game...shay,+me+%26+adaiza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329576763519638642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Above): Shay, Me &amp;amp; Adazia chilling at the Boys basketball game cheering for our buddies.. Kevin, Kimball &amp;amp; Christian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Life has been a blast! I love it so much! :) Especially the not going to bed til long after midnight.... Swimming time with Channy.... "E2 Family" Walks.... Awkward Turtle Moments :) haha....Rapist Inn hot tub trips.... Listening to Koy play and sing the guitar.... Softball Games.... Sports in general.... Parties.... Concerts.... Dances.... Movie Nights.... Laying out on the Institute lawn with the girls.... Campus Runs.... New Friends (guys :) and girls) .... Wrestling matches w/ Casey.... Late Night Denny's runs.... Dare Night Battles.... Cabin Trips w/ the guys.... Random Road Trips.... The list could go on and on but i'll stop there cuz i have to study for my last final :) nothing beats the feeling of almost being done with classes til the fall! Awe!! What i am most happy for the end of the semester is that.... Axton will be home this Friday and then in 23 days Skyler will be home :) My has the time flown by so fast! :) I can't wait for them to be home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-9018900174783073576?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/9018900174783073576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=9018900174783073576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/9018900174783073576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/9018900174783073576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-fun.html' title='College Fun :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SfZ42zUqhDI/AAAAAAAABaM/Mtrk7JyF8VM/s72-c/n774592937_2270426_3367365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-802815842421684991</id><published>2009-04-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:29:44.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of Conference Sunday... a little late :)</title><content type='html'>So for Conference Sunday me and a couple of my roomies decided that we &amp;amp; a couple of our friends would house hop and get free food all day. So we (Me, Shay, Mikyla, Rigo, Brady, Chantel, &amp;amp; Adaiza) started out with Breakfast at my house.... Homemade pancakes, homemade syrups, and bacon. Then watched the morning session there. After it was over we all climbed in our cars and headed to Shay's house where we played some volleyball while waiting for lunch to be prepared. For lunch we ( Me, Koy, Caleb, Shay, Mikyla, Rigo,Chantel, &amp;amp; Adaiza) had Ham, Cheesie Potatoes, a Veggie &amp;amp; Cheesecake for dessert! It was scrumptious!! After eating there we all climbed back in our cars and headed over to Mikyla's house, to eat and listen to the afternoon session. So we (Me, Casey, Rigo, Shay, Mikyla, Chantel, Adaiza, Ryan, Tyler, &amp;amp; Chantelle W) all ate some delicious dutch oven meat &amp;amp; potatoes, salad, chips and salsa w/ a yummy yummy peach cobbler for desert! All i can say about this day was....Man we are good at planning house hopping! And i cant wait til next conference when i can do it again :)&lt;br /&gt;Here are 2 pictures from what happened at Mikyla's after eating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(: TWISTER TIME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SeiReEUY6yI/AAAAAAAABY8/At11NIxmrNQ/s1600-h/twister+2.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/_fICrc5celj8/SeiReEUY6yI/AAAAAAAABY8/At11NIxmrNQ/s320/twister+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666505106975522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOVE: Is Casey, Mikyla, Shaynae, Mikinlee. haha looks dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;BELOW: Mikinlee, Mikyla &amp;amp; Casey...last three left! Mikyla won it all! (dur she is the dancer!)&lt;br /&gt;But i must say this is quite the picture! Looks like Casey is eating Mikyla's leg! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SeiRmZUZenI/AAAAAAAABZE/sH204PC4G_c/s1600-h/twister+1.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/_fICrc5celj8/SeiRmZUZenI/AAAAAAAABZE/sH204PC4G_c/s320/twister+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666648183110258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a fun fun day! :)&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/6802787173050469608-802815842421684991?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/802815842421684991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=802815842421684991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/802815842421684991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/802815842421684991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventures-of-conference-sunday-little.html' title='Adventures of Conference Sunday... a little late :)'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fICrc5celj8/SeiReEUY6yI/AAAAAAAABY8/At11NIxmrNQ/s72-c/twister+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-309935152633716704</id><published>2009-04-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:58:24.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear All Womanizers Out There....</title><content type='html'>Today me and one of my roomies (shay) were just chillin at the apartment and we got tlkin about all those guys who we refer to usually as WOMANIZERS... So this letter was mainly written for a couple of people that we tlked about but it can also be for any womanizer out there!&lt;br /&gt;(Please feel free to anonymously  deliver it to any womanizer out there :) like secretly place it on there car window or on their beds :) haha thats what we did!!! But here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Womanizer,&lt;br /&gt;      It pains me to say this, but you are a womanizer! You know it! Don't pretend like you don't know where we got this idea! You're just making yourself look stupid! Oh and just FYI girls DON'T like womanizers!! Stop being a douche and be a real man! You'll have a lot more luck with the ladies that way.&lt;br /&gt;     Sorry to be so blunt but i felt that it needed to be said. I'm just looking out for your better interests.... such as your life :) Just wise up before some girl b*@#% slaps you in the face or you get blind sited with a junk punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-309935152633716704?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/309935152633716704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=309935152633716704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/309935152633716704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/309935152633716704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-all-womanizers-out-there.html' title='Dear All Womanizers Out There....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802787173050469608.post-4372496789970625137</id><published>2009-03-21T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:17:48.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Is Enough....</title><content type='html'>During spring break i was hanging out with my new favorite friend Koy (whom i love dearly...koy  your my favorite! haha)  and he was playing the guitar and singing for us on Friday night. He introduced me to this song i have never heard...He described it as "The break-up song or the song that you'd dedicate to the person you like a lot but you know nothing will happen with that person :("This is like the story of my life along with many other people i know!!  Its is now a favorite of mine its called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough is Enough By: Eli Young Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another empty promise, Good intentions from the start,&lt;br /&gt;You failed to mention, Our love would be this hard,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of talkin', Don't have nothing left to say,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometime we'll sift through the ashes one day&lt;p&gt;I can't lean on you, Cause I'll fall right over,&lt;br /&gt;Can't count on you, It doesn't add up,&lt;br /&gt;I see we're through and the truth is pretty sober,&lt;br /&gt;This is going no where, Enough is enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hardest part, in my choice to leave,&lt;br /&gt;Was not quite knowin' what I acheived,&lt;br /&gt;But now I know, I can be stronger on my own,&lt;br /&gt;That's what sleepless nights and only God have shown,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't lean on you, Cause I'll fall right over,&lt;br /&gt;Can't count on you, It doesn't add up,&lt;br /&gt;I see we're through and the truth is pretty sober,&lt;br /&gt;This is going no where, Enough is enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made up my mind I won't have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;I've removed myself from every single part of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't lean on you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't count on you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't lean on you, Cause I'll fall right over,&lt;br /&gt;Can't count on you, It doesn't add up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lean on you, I fall right over,&lt;br /&gt;I count on you, It doesnt add up&lt;br /&gt;I see we're through and the truth is pretty sober&lt;br /&gt;This is going no where, Enough is enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't lean on you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't count on  you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I see we're through,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Enough is enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank You so much for introducing me to this song Koy! :) i love it so much!!! If you guys have never heard it youtube it and listen to it its so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6802787173050469608-4372496789970625137?l=whitneyclare9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/feeds/4372496789970625137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6802787173050469608&amp;postID=4372496789970625137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4372496789970625137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6802787173050469608/posts/default/4372496789970625137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyclare9.blogspot.com/2009/03/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough Is Enough....'/><author><name>Whitney</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEh69-C9BSw/Tw5DrZv3gJI/AAAAAAAACBs/1AmqLiATWJ8/s220/a%2526w1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
