<?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-7295156899331495751</id><updated>2012-02-24T14:10:26.192-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='CD Stake Trek 2011'/><category term='Tennis'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Lagoon'/><category term='Random things'/><category term='Free books'/><category term='klutzy me'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Nothing'/><category term='Summer break is over'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Oregon'/><category term='Bikes'/><category term='Fun Stuff'/><category term='Karate'/><category term='Commercial'/><category term='favorite songs'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Talks'/><category term='Miss Castle Dale Pageant'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='9th grade'/><category term='Girls Camp'/><category term='Roalty'/><category term='College'/><category term='Playlist'/><category term='prom'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='State Basketball'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Jr. Prom'/><category term='Learners Premit'/><category term='9-11'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Fairy'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='High School'/><category term='School'/><category term='Pageant'/><category term='New blog colors'/><category term='Super Activity'/><category term='Solo and Ensemble'/><category term='McKensie'/><category term='Funeral'/><category term='Late nights'/><category term='blogthings'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Spiritual things'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Being Sick'/><category term='Marching Band'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='music'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Hair cuts'/><category term='For friends'/><category term='Ditzy me'/><category term='life'/><category term='The World'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Computers'/><category term='Speech and Debate'/><category term='Teenage life'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='music videos'/><category term='f'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Spring Break'/><category term='Church stuff'/><category term='Addictions'/><category term='Parade'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Klutz's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-219073773827616277</id><published>2011-11-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:16:26.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>:D A Picture is worth a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMnLPpShqWg/TsSIItDJfcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x-S3GQ1wBqA/s1600/SANY0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMnLPpShqWg/TsSIItDJfcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x-S3GQ1wBqA/s400/SANY0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YES!!!! I did it!! I have been accepted to Southern Utah University! I am so excited and so happy to have things rolling so smoothly. The Lord surely has blessed me with everything that has happened lately. I was really worried about getting accepted and scholarships, but my mother shared some wise words with me. She said well all you can do is sit back and watch the miracles unfold. :) oooh how happy am I!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-219073773827616277?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/219073773827616277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=219073773827616277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/219073773827616277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/219073773827616277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/11/d-picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title=':D A Picture is worth a thousand words.'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMnLPpShqWg/TsSIItDJfcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/x-S3GQ1wBqA/s72-c/SANY0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-658337918002983892</id><published>2011-10-15T11:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:07:07.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>This is all so exciting and nerve racking!</title><content type='html'>Wow! My graduation is creeping ever closer and the reality of really being gone and never seeing most of my friends again is really depressing, but the chance to go out and experience a life outside of the one I am living is exciting! I have applied for 2 different colleges, still unsure of where I am actually going to go, but keeping my options open. In the end I think I will have applied for 4 different colleges, then I will sort through which ones really matter :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School life is great :) I am going to fail pre calc though... WHY on earth did I not get any of the math genius of my father?? I can't fail!! I am trying not to and I do say getting a C to a B is great improvement! Hopefully it will be up to an A!!! Pray for my math grade everyone reading this!!! It needs all the help it can get!!!!! Well, I do, but specifically in math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope all of you have a wonderful Saturday or whatever day it is where you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-658337918002983892?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/658337918002983892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=658337918002983892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/658337918002983892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/658337918002983892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-all-so-exciting-and-nerve.html' title='This is all so exciting and nerve racking!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6051452045612181158</id><published>2011-10-05T21:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:27:29.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><title type='text'>Why am I so lazy??</title><content type='html'>You would think that because my blog is my home page on my computer that I might actually write stuff on it right?? Well, I have no idea why it always takes me so long in between post. I apologize!! The reason why I waited so long this time was because I was going to get pictures done, and then post them, but we have had to reschedule and stuff so many times! I feel soo bad for my photographer :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well new developments, um well school is absolutely HECTIC and crazy. Homework is never ending and the drama is just as bad. I am getting by though, and that is all I can ask for :) We do have 3 foreign exchange students! A girl from Columbia, a girl from Denmark, and a boy from Germany. I have mixed emotions about my classes, but one that I love for sure is my AP European History class! I love learning about history, and as my teacher told us today, if we don't remember or learn from history, we are bound to repeat it. It is really sad when we look at our education system and see how 1/2 of the high school seniors out in the US can't even find Cuba on a map so they give us more science and math to do. Yes, that makes a ton of sense to me too. When we will hardly EVER use upper math in the real world, we will use history for the rest of our lives, and we should be taught about it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was my ranting for the day :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life is actually going pretty well :) I might be getting an amazing new job and I am stoked for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to have my pictures taken soon, and I will post them on here when I do have them completed lol :D&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, tennis went really, really well this season! 3rd varsity singles was an awesome spot to play in. I came close to all of the team this year and I am so glad that I played again. It is so sad to think that I am done with it though! Last year and it depresses me. The good thing about tennis is that it is a life time sport! I can play it for forever! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6051452045612181158?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6051452045612181158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6051452045612181158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6051452045612181158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6051452045612181158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-am-i-so-lazy.html' title='Why am I so lazy??'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1025247919915799447</id><published>2011-08-02T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:41:54.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Its been awhile :D</title><content type='html'>So school starts really soon, and I am sooo not ready to have to start my senior year. So many of my friends all want to move out already, and get their lives started now, but I am the complete opposite! I don't want to have to grow up. I don't want to have to move away from my parents and have to worry about paying for college and such. I don't even really have an idea of where I want want to go for college! :P Blah... I am so nervous for a lot of things. I know that if I can just get over the fact that yes I really do have to experience life on my own, I will be good. I know that this feeling will fade and I will have senioritist (its a "disorder" most of the seniors get when all they want to do is leave high school and graduate) and just want to leave for forever!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, official tennis practice started today and I am SOOO stoked for this year. At practice today, my coach said that my serves are looking really good and that I am soo improved from how I played at the beginning of the summer. Going on 4 years about with tennis, and it is still my all time favorite sport to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will write some more soon! :D have a great rest of the summer and keep all that you hold dear close to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1025247919915799447?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1025247919915799447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1025247919915799447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1025247919915799447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1025247919915799447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-awhile-d.html' title='Its been awhile :D'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-381013086970959282</id><published>2011-06-30T11:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:38:05.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual things'/><title type='text'>Girls Camp!</title><content type='html'>Girls camp this year was very rewarding and I loved it :D It was my 6th and last year. I can go one more year, and I am going to, but not everyone does. So the make a big deal about the 6th years and you get to answer questions and the stake young woman's leader writes them on a poster and people have to guess who you are. Its a lot of fun and I had looked forward to that since I was a 1st year camper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme this year was "Your Happily Ever After". It came for President Dieter F. Uchtdorf's talk which you can read &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/04/your-happily-ever-after?lang=eng&amp;query=Your+Happily+Ever+After"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (it is the most amazing talk, I recommend you read it!)We all had kingdom names for our wards and such and acted like princess the whole week. Our testimony meeting at the end was heart warming. Our ward is the biggest ward with about 21 young women who went to the camp, and almost every girl but about 2 or so bore their testimony and it was amazing to hear what those girls know and believe at such a young age (12 years old is the youngest you can be in young womens :) In those four days I was there, I came to truly understand my Divine Nature and that I am a beloved daughter of my Heavenly Father who loves me. He has a plan for me, my own happily ever after, all I need to to do is turn to him. I am thankful to my leaders and the stake leaders that took SO much time and put in so much effort to make this an amazing experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJM_3bUD5Ig/Tgyzyo6laOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Be53VpWZt6Q/s1600/The%2BRaging%2BRiver%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJM_3bUD5Ig/Tgyzyo6laOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Be53VpWZt6Q/s320/The%2BRaging%2BRiver%2521%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the raging river we camped by. The Forest Service came up and put police tape so that we could go by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpBgiKVCJZk/Tgy0BrPcAyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ROvXSKOyz-Y/s1600/same%2Briver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpBgiKVCJZk/Tgy0BrPcAyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ROvXSKOyz-Y/s320/same%2Briver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The river again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIVxy0hwvZA/Tgy0IN0wR8I/AAAAAAAAAac/DoaX9mrsxfI/s1600/Some%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcamp%2Bground.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIVxy0hwvZA/Tgy0IN0wR8I/AAAAAAAAAac/DoaX9mrsxfI/s320/Some%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcamp%2Bground.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is what our camp ground looked like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl2L9oMhvq4/Tgy0cWIAw4I/AAAAAAAAAak/9bjrd5gEmF0/s1600/Blury%2Bpurple%2BJCs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl2L9oMhvq4/Tgy0cWIAw4I/AAAAAAAAAak/9bjrd5gEmF0/s320/Blury%2Bpurple%2BJCs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a blury pic of my and the other JCs (junior councilors: 5th, 6th and 7th years) up singing songs on JC night. We all leave a day earlier than the other little girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwnDUfC_gCE/Tgy1FzSpImI/AAAAAAAAAas/wnKrJRNgmBs/s1600/the%2Bpurple%2BJCs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwnDUfC_gCE/Tgy1FzSpImI/AAAAAAAAAas/wnKrJRNgmBs/s320/the%2Bpurple%2BJCs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JCs, blury again. :) our young womens president didn't know how to work the camera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNBzGv1CIrg/Tgy1bPslCXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZP6i9tQj7NQ/s1600/Morgan%252C%2BRachel%252C%2BMe%2Band%2BAshley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNBzGv1CIrg/Tgy1bPslCXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZP6i9tQj7NQ/s320/Morgan%252C%2BRachel%252C%2BMe%2Band%2BAshley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Morgan, Rachel, me, and Ashley at dinner on JC night. All but Ashley are in the same ward :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpUJvZFulUw/Tgy1oLn7CxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IFWI1LCAzHU/s1600/me%2Bn%2Brach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QpUJvZFulUw/Tgy1oLn7CxI/AAAAAAAAAa8/IFWI1LCAzHU/s320/me%2Bn%2Brach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hehe this is Rachel, Me and Morgan (who is taking the pic) on the bridge by the river... this is before the tape went up ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AT--AJbnaxU/Tgy1_GyJkUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Htq9jIz63Bw/s1600/hehe%2Boh%2BKaitlyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AT--AJbnaxU/Tgy1_GyJkUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Htq9jIz63Bw/s320/hehe%2Boh%2BKaitlyn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is my young womens leader, one of our young campers tied up, another girl from our ward, and in the back is another one of my leaders. lol oh the joys of girls camp ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfc5dTOHWP4/Tgy2XODR18I/AAAAAAAAAbM/3GXEOH_s39w/s1600/Our%2Bstake%2Bleaders%2Bskit%2521%2BHA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfc5dTOHWP4/Tgy2XODR18I/AAAAAAAAAbM/3GXEOH_s39w/s320/Our%2Bstake%2Bleaders%2Bskit%2521%2BHA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These ladies are our stake leaders doing their skit :D it was hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-381013086970959282?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/381013086970959282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=381013086970959282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/381013086970959282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/381013086970959282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/06/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJM_3bUD5Ig/Tgyzyo6laOI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Be53VpWZt6Q/s72-c/The%2BRaging%2BRiver%2521%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7071287833675618087</id><published>2011-06-30T11:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:43:42.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD Stake Trek 2011'/><title type='text'>Trek 2011</title><content type='html'>:D holy cow has my summer been busy!!! I have been to Wyoming and back and girls camp and back in just these few weeks :) I have had the most amazing experience in the one month to last me for forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trek:&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to go on the trek in Wyoming with my stake. If you don't know what a trek is, it is where young men and young women are put in families with a ma and pa, uncle and aunt and siblings, and they reenact the Willie and Martin Handcart Companies treks in Wyoming. We don't do the whole thing, but we go to important spots along the trails they forged. We pulled handcarts with all of our belongings (besides our bedding and tents and such, those were in a trailer that met us at each campsite) I was put in a family that made my experience all the more special. I loved them so much and I still look to my ma and pa for things :) I love my "brothers" and "sisters" too and I will forever look at them that way. &lt;br /&gt;We had trouble from the very beginning of our trip which started at 3:00 am June 8th. Instead of getting nice tour buses, we rented charter buses that were regular old school buses. They were horrible! Our stake is big, and the buses we so uncomfortable even though we had 3 of them. We took the long way, which now as I look back, I see it as a blessing. One of the buses broke down because it over heated. They put more fluid in it, but it burst the radiator tube thing and got stranded in Colorado. Our bus got a flat tire in Baggs, Wyoming. We had to wait for 2 hours for it to get fixed, and it was a VERY HOT day. We had to wear our pioneer clothes and we were soo hot. I see it as a blessing because if we had gone through the Flaming Gorge way we would have had no way to get help for the 2 broken down buses. God's hand was surely there to protect us and watch out for us. We were behind schedule 4 hours when we finally got to Independence Rock. &lt;br /&gt;The weather was extremely bad some days too. The first day was waaaaay windy. We got to our camp ground which had some 4,000 other youth from other stakes and states, and tents we blown over and poles were snapping all over the place. Luckily the our girls tent was an old spring bar tent and it stayed up really well. In fact, our tent was used as a wind block for our Ma and Pa's tent and our Uncle and Aunt's tent :D The second day started out good, but was a little cold and rainy. It quickly heated up and was a pretty nice day until the sun started to go down. It got sooo cold, and that night was the only night I froze. When we woke up in the morning, there was ice on the water we were going to cross that day (in part of the trek you cross the Sweetwater River like the pioneers did, but the run off was so bad, meaning the water was 15 ft deep,that we had to cross smaller parts of the Sweetwater). The deepest it got was up to my waist, but I am short 5'0 tall, so it wasn't that bad on everyone. This was also the day where we had the woman's pull. This is where the men are called out like they are leaving for the Mormon Battalion and the women are left to pull. The hill we pulled up was very very hard. It was steep and the climb with a full handcart was not easy. Our cart had 3 of us girls (our other sister got a really bad bloody noes and had to ride in a truck for awhile) and our ma and aunt, but other carts only had 3 girls at the most. Those of us who finished first ran back to help the other who were struggling more. There were times where I KNEW we were not the only ones on the cart. We had divine help from those brave pioneer women. I could feel their spirits helping us onward. It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The last day was our testimony meeting. I rained, no let me rephrase that, it POURED rain and the wind howled. It was the coldest I had been in a very long time. I was soaked even through my rain jacket, but the spirit I felt there will never leave me. It was the best feeling I've ever had. I got up and bore my testimony and the spirit touched me and told that this was true, these people went through so much so that we can have what we have today. I am so thankful for my ancestors and the other pioneers that risked their lives to follow a Prophet of God and come to Utah. This experience was amazing for me. I love every moment of it and I am sad that I will be too old to go in another 4 years. They hold the trek every four years and I will be out of young womens by then :P oh well, maybe I will be called as a ma or an aunt and get to go :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the trek &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js-ndCirWIQ/TgynIeuKIOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZKfSUqwMeZI/s1600/Aren%2527t%2Bwe%2Bjust%2Bthe%2Bcutest%2Bthangs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js-ndCirWIQ/TgynIeuKIOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZKfSUqwMeZI/s320/Aren%2527t%2Bwe%2Bjust%2Bthe%2Bcutest%2Bthangs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are my sisters and I posing for the camera with our skirts pulled up to they didn't get soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tXF63OYHE4/TgynZXlD90I/AAAAAAAAAZE/PsXEoVeJvgk/s1600/Independence%2BRock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tXF63OYHE4/TgynZXlD90I/AAAAAAAAAZE/PsXEoVeJvgk/s320/Independence%2BRock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Independence Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfu7CHotK_E/TgynmBumGEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1CRUW0fFPPg/s1600/My%2Btrek%2Bfamily%2Bedited%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfu7CHotK_E/TgynmBumGEI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1CRUW0fFPPg/s320/My%2Btrek%2Bfamily%2Bedited%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of my trek family that I edited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiyi6ALdRfs/TgyntbyAQlI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Ke7RaO4G88Q/s1600/2nd%2Bday%2Band%2Bstill%2Bgoing%2Bstrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiyi6ALdRfs/TgyntbyAQlI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Ke7RaO4G88Q/s320/2nd%2Bday%2Band%2Bstill%2Bgoing%2Bstrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We (my siblings and I) had just finished with our visit to Martins Cove and we were ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgAPwHfUjc/TgyoBHzs30I/AAAAAAAAAZc/pT17kW0YaYI/s1600/My%2Bwater%2Bcrossing%2Bshoes%2Band%2BI%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dgAPwHfUjc/TgyoBHzs30I/AAAAAAAAAZc/pT17kW0YaYI/s320/My%2Bwater%2Bcrossing%2Bshoes%2Band%2BI%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had to duct tape my flip flops on so that I could cross the river, and this what they looked like! My ma taped them really well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d9QhYS40eo/TgyoS3kf7nI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yoY-QUl9tiA/s1600/Oh%2Bit%2Bwas%2Bcold%2521%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2d9QhYS40eo/TgyoS3kf7nI/AAAAAAAAAZk/yoY-QUl9tiA/s320/Oh%2Bit%2Bwas%2Bcold%2521%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was the trail that had been flooded. Now remember how I said there was a thin layer of ice on the water? Yeah it was sooo cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDMFsb8GiZ0/TgyolQte-dI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1EuOVCpq_n8/s1600/ready%2Bto%2Bcross%2Bthe%2BSweetwater...%2Bmaybe.....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDMFsb8GiZ0/TgyolQte-dI/AAAAAAAAAZs/1EuOVCpq_n8/s320/ready%2Bto%2Bcross%2Bthe%2BSweetwater...%2Bmaybe.....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Getting ready to cross :D lol you could hear the screams of the other kids as they hit the water lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCtYJ8MSiNc/TgyozVHy3jI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XMdGu96ZZKQ/s1600/Though%2Bit%2Bwas%2Bhard%252C%2Bwe%2Bpulled%2Band%2Bcame%2Bthrough%2Bstrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCtYJ8MSiNc/TgyozVHy3jI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XMdGu96ZZKQ/s320/Though%2Bit%2Bwas%2Bhard%252C%2Bwe%2Bpulled%2Band%2Bcame%2Bthrough%2Bstrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are after the woman's pull. It was the most amazing feeling to walk through the men and know that although they couldn't help, we were receiving divine help. We recited the Young Womans theme and you could feel as you named each of the values, it helped strengthen you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yW8cwjQBP8A/TgyrJZYm-SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LMnJeOt4Ixk/s1600/takin%2Ba%2Brest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yW8cwjQBP8A/TgyrJZYm-SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LMnJeOt4Ixk/s320/takin%2Ba%2Brest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here I am taking a rest. I was too lazy to take off my backpack, plus it popped my back and made me feel better lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_WkjsRjq-g/TgyriHp6GzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/X7k6j_ROpmI/s1600/finally%2Bhes%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P_WkjsRjq-g/TgyriHp6GzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/X7k6j_ROpmI/s320/finally%2Bhes%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is my real brother and I after we had got home :D on Saturday June 11th. I missed it already, I really could have gone on and done it for a couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my experience with the Trek and I would never trade what I felt there for ANYTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7071287833675618087?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7071287833675618087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7071287833675618087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7071287833675618087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7071287833675618087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/06/trek-2011.html' title='Trek 2011'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js-ndCirWIQ/TgynIeuKIOI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZKfSUqwMeZI/s72-c/Aren%2527t%2Bwe%2Bjust%2Bthe%2Bcutest%2Bthangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-674281482016843539</id><published>2011-04-21T15:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:37:49.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Good Times Roll</title><content type='html'>Talking about Carpe Diem in my Honors English class got me thinking. Do we as overly busy teenagers, and even most adults, actually stop and take a moment to think about things that have happened that we have just let slide by? I certainly don't. I have let more than one thing in my life slide by that probably could have helped me take a breather from all the things that pile up on me. I just want to get through that "pile" of things that never ends and never take a moment to stop and look at each thing individually.&lt;br /&gt;Seize your day. No one else is EVER going to go it for you and like Pink Floyd so perfectly put it, "No on told you when to run. You missed the starting gun." If we don't seize the day and stop taking everything we have for granted, one day we are all are going to find that we have nothing and we are going wish that we had stopped to smell the roses. That we had sat in the green grass just soaking up the sun. That we had danced in the rain and done other things that we can never find time do and if it does happen we just speed right on through that moment in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I was sitting in Mrs Carters class again talking to Whitney Withers. We were finishing up with Carpe Diem and she said something that has stuck with me. She said, "I hate realizing that every minute of everyday is one that I am never, ever going to get back." Have we wasted part of our lives? We are never going to get those moments back. Ever. Did we make the right decisions? Did we stop to relish in that one moment? Maybe one day there will be just ONE moment were if we just stop and relish in it, it could change our lives for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to my playlist and I found a song that fits Carpe Diem perfectly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the prize is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you'll never live it twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothin' stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) so live life to its fullest cause you NEVER know when your last moment will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-674281482016843539?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/674281482016843539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=674281482016843539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/674281482016843539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/674281482016843539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/04/talking-about-carpe-diem-in-my-honors.html' title='Let The Good Times Roll'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6288747114487707936</id><published>2011-03-28T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:26:17.298-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Ugg...</title><content type='html'>I am here sitting on my bed at home, missing a whole bunch of opportunity to learn something because I am sick. I hate being sick! The pain that radiates through your lungs as you cough yet again, how it feels like you ate sand paper and it got lodged in your throat making it scratch the inside of your esophagus every time that you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; cough, or the head that feels like it is seriously going to explode and no matter how many Motrins you take it never goes away :P Ugg I really really hate being sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, while I am stuck at home sick I have had to time to catch up on much needed sleep and I have gotten to think in the quiet of my room. Something that would never happen at school. Thinking about what you may ask? Everything is all I have to answer. Yesterday, I was on Facebook talking with one of my friends who asked what was on my mind. I answered the same way as I just did. Everything, or a whole bunch of random, useless nonsense. To that they replied: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;u should try to clear ur mind a bit...it'll make things less stressful&lt;/span&gt; someone younger than me just told me that my life would be a lot less stressful if I just let go of all the useless things I was thinking about. You know what? They're right, more than they've been right their wholes lives! I really do need to let my mind rest. Stop thinking about those stupid ACT things all the time. In English class yes, think about them all the time, but outside of class? Forget about them for a moment. Forget about what so and so said, it really doesn't matter anyway. Stop thinking about what you could have done differently almost a month ago, it doesn't matter any more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a stressful life is probably why I happen to be sick right now. All the stress can lower the immune system, therefore making you more susceptible to what ever bug is floating around at the time. The only problem is I can't seem to let go all of this stress. Some of it yes, it's easy, but letting go of the rest of it is going to be the hardest thing I have done in my entire life. There are certain things that are just hard to let go, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all of this I think we now know that living a stressful likes sucks :) Getting out and living your life is so much better for you than sitting around letting your mind be full of useless things that aren't going to help all that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some stuff that have been on my mind lately :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6288747114487707936?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6288747114487707936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6288747114487707936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6288747114487707936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6288747114487707936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/03/ugg.html' title='Ugg...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-552993246554596757</id><published>2011-03-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:29:52.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jr. Prom'/><title type='text'>Jr. Prom</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to my Jr. Prom. It was the best experience of my entire life. My date was a total gentlemen and along with my corsage he got me a bouquet! It is beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The junior class preformed a promenade dance to Forever by Chris Brown for the parents to watch then the prom started afterward. It went really well, the only thing I would change was how my dress bunch up in the back with the laces. It made me look really funny :P. Oh well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date and I were really good looking otherwise I would have to say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not change the experience I had there for anything else ever. I will never forget the time I had and the way I felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-552993246554596757?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/552993246554596757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=552993246554596757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/552993246554596757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/552993246554596757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/03/jr-prom.html' title='Jr. Prom'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1764024306177089162</id><published>2011-02-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:46:21.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech and Debate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Basketball'/><title type='text'>Ugg...</title><content type='html'>Well, as a team we did a really good job. I, however, did the worst at impromptu that I have ever done in  my life. I don't know what happened, I guess I didn't feel it on Saturday. One of our PF (public Forum)took 1st another took 3rd and then our other 2 5th and 6th. The thing is that our PF team that won 1st had never done it before, it was their first time ever! They did really amazing though and we were all really proud of them. I didn't try to do congress and impromptu, it would have been all to crazy to have to run back and forth all day and never have a chance to relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is State Basketball!! Our girls made it!!! I am soo excited! No school on Monday, and then only two days of school and I am gone! Not to mention those two days of school, the teachers don't really do anything because a lot of people are gone any way!! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1764024306177089162?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1764024306177089162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1764024306177089162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1764024306177089162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1764024306177089162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/02/ugg.html' title='Ugg...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7695716432840511847</id><published>2011-02-16T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:54:41.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>What a non-stop life I am living!!!</title><content type='html'>I have not had a real weekend till just this last one. All of the other weekends consisted of me going to speech and debate meets all over the place. I went to Taylorville for Warrior Wars, then I went to West Lake, then the team made its way down to Snow Canyon in St. George 2 weeks ago. This Saturday I am going to go to another meet in Richfield (we are SOO going to dominate region!! Total sweeps!! Down with Juab!! hehehe). I did really well on all of my events at all of the meets. I placed in Novice Student Congress at West Lake and with impromptu, I was ranked 2 5's(superiors) and one 4(excellent)!!! At snow canyon, I was ranked 1st and 2nd speaker in congress and received 4th place in impromptu!!! &lt;br /&gt;Not only does my life consist of speech and debate, I have state basketball next weekend, then prom on March 4th!!! These past few months have been SOOO crazy and non-stop!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get a dress that I love, and it is Tangerine!! SO not what I expected, but it is beautiful none the less :) Will be posting soon after Richfield to say if we dominated or not :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7695716432840511847?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7695716432840511847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7695716432840511847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7695716432840511847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7695716432840511847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-non-stop-life-i-am-living.html' title='What a non-stop life I am living!!!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6206901624987187657</id><published>2011-02-02T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:45:57.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>The last straw...</title><content type='html'>Ever been pushed to the edge of what you are capable of handling? Ever been so close to that precipice that if you shift just a fraction of an inch you fall with out warning and spiral into what seems like a never ending cycle of everything bad? Yeah the month of January was that way for me. &lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends that are all really close to each other, but as high school goes, drama becomes a part of everything anybody does, and it somehow found a way to weasel into my friendships. I have had to be between 7 different friends. I was the one they came to when they needed help, and they all came to me when they all ended up having problems with each other also. I was so happy that they came to me. I was happy that they knew that they could trust me, and I like helping my friends, but it got a point where the problems were the only things that mattered. I was in turn ignoring some of my own pressing matters, and it got so bad that I pushed myself to the edge. &lt;br /&gt;It was on the 31st that I finally let it all go. I let out all of that stress and all that had built up, I cried and all that I wanted to do was stay home for ever and never do anything again. It taxed me mentally and physically. I didn't know if I could go on anymore, but then I learned an important lesson. I am not alone, and I never was alone the entire month of January even though I thought that I was. I just didn't turn to my Savior. He was waiting the whole time for me to realize that he was there and was willing to take all that I was feeling if I just gave it to him. It has taken me all month to realize this, but I know now that he cares for sure. He wants to help you with all if the things that seem too frivolous to bother Him with, but nothing is too small OR too big. He loves us. I know this. Turn to Him and he will help you in any situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6206901624987187657?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6206901624987187657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6206901624987187657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6206901624987187657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6206901624987187657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-straw.html' title='The last straw...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2355781733501407622</id><published>2011-01-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:20:55.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Way I see it</title><content type='html'>The way people view things is always going to be different than yours. The way my mom may look at something is going to be totally different they what my little brother sees. It can be difficult trying to get along in life being hindered by that, but that is what is good about having different opinions or looking at things differently. You don't want to look at a flower just see a rose like someone else may. You want to look at it and see love, passion, fire, ect things that come to your mind when you see a rose or a puppy or anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate trying to tell someone something you felt when you know no one else is going to have the same reaction to that certain thing, but when you really think about it, do you really want to have that feeling that meant so much to you being as popular as wearing socks with shoes?? No, I wouldn't. If something was that special to me, I would want to keep it to myself and never let anyone feel that feeling. It wouldn't be unique and it would make things way common and too much the same. Difference is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that change is really important for us to see as a good thing. I have a friend that seriously can not take change. It takes him sooo long to realize that it is ok, change is good for you. The most consistent thing in the world is change. Isn't that so true? There is ever going to be change in the world, it is bound to happen. Letting your mind change and your heart change sometimes is a good thing. If you need to let go of something, you can change your mind and heart and say I am changing this, I need something new. I recently did that by changing my hair style and color.:) It was great to look in the mirror and see a new me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see the world is ten times different than how anybody else sees it. I like the way I see it. You are going to have people in your life that try to beat you down and make you see the world in the way &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they&lt;span  style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; see it, but no can do with me. It is my life and the way I look at things &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way that was just a bunch of rambling, but I needed to get all of this off my mind :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2355781733501407622?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2355781733501407622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2355781733501407622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2355781733501407622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2355781733501407622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-i-see-it.html' title='Way I see it'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1057934416314673164</id><published>2010-12-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T13:53:15.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!!</title><content type='html'>I got a laptop for Christmas and I sm totally stoked!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1057934416314673164?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1057934416314673164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1057934416314673164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1057934416314673164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1057934416314673164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2010/12/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1022232546508386714</id><published>2010-09-23T22:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:58:00.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/TJwvy0hMhcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L85MYVg_9wg/s1600/Modest-Prom_-Lark-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/TJwvy0hMhcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L85MYVg_9wg/s320/Modest-Prom_-Lark-225x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520339793387226562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I was just looking at some prom dresses, and they all cost 250 or more!!! WOW!! How on earth am I ever going to be able to pay 400 bucks for a dress for one night? hehe I will find a way. :D They were all really pretty though! Maybe I can talk my dad into getting me one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1022232546508386714?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1022232546508386714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1022232546508386714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1022232546508386714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1022232546508386714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2010/09/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/TJwvy0hMhcI/AAAAAAAAAYo/L85MYVg_9wg/s72-c/Modest-Prom_-Lark-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-809658495518795703</id><published>2010-06-03T16:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:16:24.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral'/><title type='text'>So basically, I am obbsessed with the weirdest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/TAgptLyU1XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b31ejir4POM/s1600/criminal-minds-season-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/TAgptLyU1XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b31ejir4POM/s320/criminal-minds-season-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478674802930931058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE Criminal Minds! I love the premise and everything about it! I have watched the entire first season, and can't wait till I get the 2nd one on DVD. My favorite characters on the show are, well, all of them!!! I really like Dr. Spencer Ried tho :D! I think that he is such a cutie ;) Can you tell that I am a nerd? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Garcia too. She is so hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am done ranting about it now :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On completely different note, on Monday, one of my most favorite teachers passed away in a really weird freak accident. I will miss him so much. He was one of the most influential people in my life, and I will never forget him. His funeral was today, and it was SO packed that is was hard to find room to sit down. We had the entire placed packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a beloved coach, teacher, and mentor. I loved being in track and P.E. with him. He is in a better place and I know that the memory of him will live on forever. Thanks coach. Thanks so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-809658495518795703?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/809658495518795703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=809658495518795703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/809658495518795703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/809658495518795703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-basically-i-am-obbsessed-with.html' title='So basically, I am obbsessed with the weirdest things...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/TAgptLyU1XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b31ejir4POM/s72-c/criminal-minds-season-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1060965941391593465</id><published>2010-05-12T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:59:41.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f'/><title type='text'>GASP!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Trying to.... breathe.... gasp.... (pulls self back into the worlding of the living and non-stressed) Whoa! *cough cough* It was been SO long since I have said anything again! Life has dragged me undr with all of the school fianls I have going on, and I have been more than just a little stressed. But things are going pretty well considering I only have about 13 days left of school :D :D :D YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update about the 7th baby in the fam! It is a BOY!!! Yep 6 boys one girl!! It will be fun tho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be arund more often! Life will get REALLY crazy during the summer.... goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1060965941391593465?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1060965941391593465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1060965941391593465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1060965941391593465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1060965941391593465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2010/05/gasp.html' title='GASP!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1351918679722159231</id><published>2010-02-23T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:28:52.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State Basketball'/><title type='text'>Whoa...</title><content type='html'>What a long couple of weeks it has been! I have offically finished my research paper on serial killers, and now  can sleep easier ;). Most nights writing the paper scared me out of my wits, and made me happy that I know karate. teehee! I do have to apologize to everyone for being away for so long. I am back now, or for how ever long my life allows me to be. School is going great, and I am likeing that way it has been going the past couple of weeks. I got a 4.0 GPA on my 2nd term grades!! Woot woot! So far I have a 3.95 (one -A!! One!!) and a 4.0! Makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving for state Basketball soon! I am really excited! I am playing in the pep band (hahah yeah I know that I am a nerd :D At least I can say that I play percussion)I am so excited!!! It is going to be a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much else is going on in my life execpt for the fact that my mom is preggers with the 7th and final memebr of our extention of the Jefferies Family!! We are excited and hoping that this last one might be the girl that my mom and I have waited for for at least 15-16 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I will post again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1351918679722159231?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1351918679722159231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1351918679722159231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1351918679722159231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1351918679722159231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2010/02/whoa.html' title='Whoa...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5878220163985222518</id><published>2010-01-02T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:01:13.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="bookThiefVidScreen" width="320" height="252"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://a1018.g.akamai.net/f/1018/19027/1d/randomhouse1.download.akamai.com/19027/markuszusak/bookThiefVidScreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="href" value="http://a1018.g.akamai.net/f/1018/19027/1d/randomhouse1.download.akamai.com/19027/markuszusak/BookThief_Zusak320.m4v"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed name="bookThief_Zusak320" src="http://a1018.g.akamai.net/f/1018/19027/1d/randomhouse1.download.akamai.com/19027/markuszusak/bookThiefVidScreen.jpg" width="320" height="256" href="http://a1018.g.akamai.net/f/1018/19027/1d/randomhouse1.download.akamai.com/19027/markuszusak/BookThief_Zusak320.m4v" target="myself" type="video/quicktime"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an AMAZING book!!!! I cried, I laughed, I sighed, I was on the edge of my seat sometimes. Wonderful wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the video doesn't work on my blog go to his website. It is on the home page at the very top. http://www.randomhouse.com/features/markuszusak/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5878220163985222518?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5878220163985222518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5878220163985222518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5878220163985222518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5878220163985222518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-thief.html' title='The Book Thief'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7711393891356697490</id><published>2009-12-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:34:30.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>I did it!!</title><content type='html'>I am now Sweet 16 and never been kissed! :D Yeah! Woot Woot! Hahah and now in church, I am now a Laurel! Laurel is a Laurel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will I break that record, or will I remained unkissed? lol ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7711393891356697490?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7711393891356697490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7711393891356697490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7711393891356697490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7711393891356697490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2021996651674629128</id><published>2009-12-10T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:06:29.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>HAHAHA Something my mom shared with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40DykbPa4Lc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40DykbPa4Lc&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2021996651674629128?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2021996651674629128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2021996651674629128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2021996651674629128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2021996651674629128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/12/hahaha-something-my-mom-shared-with-me.html' title='HAHAHA Something my mom shared with me'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-947233216517894377</id><published>2009-10-05T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:47:53.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer break is over'/><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>A very, VERY long time. I had a great summer, and am now enjoying high school. I am sick today tho, I am not going to write much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my learners permit, then I accidental slit the side wall of the tire and popped it. :( I didn't mean to, it was just I really suck a parallel parking. lol So I have been grounded from the computer. oh well. I am back now! Hope all of your lives have been going just dandy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-947233216517894377?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/947233216517894377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=947233216517894377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/947233216517894377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/947233216517894377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1599405115990278630</id><published>2009-07-28T11:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:04:59.434-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marching Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roalty'/><title type='text'>One down two more to go</title><content type='html'>All of the roalty got together to get our float done by the 25th. We then put it in our first parade! It was so fun! There were two parades on 25th so I was on the float in the one and did marching band in the sceond one. During the first parade the marching band was right behind us, and I then realized what an important part the bass drum plays. We didn't have any in the first parade, and it sounded really tinny. :) Oh well we sound amazing any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from making the float and both parades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm80GBZy_OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eq3c9DCOGLU/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+223.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm80GBZy_OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eq3c9DCOGLU/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363562959282044130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is 3 out of 4 of the roalty working on our float!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm80XjNLAWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8MB0P8ltCjo/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+224.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm80XjNLAWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/8MB0P8ltCjo/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563260413673826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our sign we put on the back of the float!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm81MIYFSgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/I1CxCXrIYl8/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+231.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm81MIYFSgI/AAAAAAAAAVA/I1CxCXrIYl8/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564163744745986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me painting a part of the wood that we had forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm82Ju_PmsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Vgrg6Ej_Xa8/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+237.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm82Ju_PmsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Vgrg6Ej_Xa8/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565222081567426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our wondeful helpers that came to help us! Miss Emery is in the castle with the staple gun and her mom is in the yellow shirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm83VArWB9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JGC78ixGMT0/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+238.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm83VArWB9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JGC78ixGMT0/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363566515320129490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and BrinLee's mom working on our hand holds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm89j6w_VJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/h_HzOzIg0iw/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm89j6w_VJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/h_HzOzIg0iw/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363573368500999314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Tiny Tot working and playing with the glitter! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm85AvxyygI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZjMb6bykBpw/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+244.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm85AvxyygI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ZjMb6bykBpw/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363568366209649154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hand holds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm85faeizVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/w5QiFqOKv2U/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+252.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm85faeizVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/w5QiFqOKv2U/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363568893067709778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trasporting our float :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm86KTXgOSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dQpaf7mT7sE/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+269.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm86KTXgOSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dQpaf7mT7sE/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363569629893507362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Float!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm86AONiTGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XwlLm40_Mlk/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+267.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm86AONiTGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/XwlLm40_Mlk/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363569456710831202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More of us on the float in the parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm86ibwhViI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_vHmib8bewg/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+270.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm86ibwhViI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_vHmib8bewg/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363570044462781986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The marching band with out a bass drum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm87h5G5JFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/seqeGEbFLZA/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+272.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm87h5G5JFI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/seqeGEbFLZA/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363571134673003602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me after the parade, heading to the other parade where I will be drumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm88G8XCsqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jI5imNJiKCU/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+273.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm88G8XCsqI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jI5imNJiKCU/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363571771201204898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess to Percussionist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm88b210EbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JztG2kes0uM/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+279.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm88b210EbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JztG2kes0uM/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363572130496909746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my bass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm88vQ-AU0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/jW2kgwExqqo/s1600-h/Parade+and+other+pic+280.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm88vQ-AU0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/jW2kgwExqqo/s320/Parade+and+other+pic+280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363572463928103746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More bass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1599405115990278630?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1599405115990278630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1599405115990278630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1599405115990278630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1599405115990278630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-down-two-more-to-go.html' title='One down two more to go'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sm80GBZy_OI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eq3c9DCOGLU/s72-c/Parade+and+other+pic+223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2978507025348011901</id><published>2009-07-14T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:40:13.900-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learners Premit'/><title type='text'>WOOHOO I CAN DRIVE!!! (legally... :D)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took the long treck to Price to go get a birth critificate so that I could get my learners premit! I can now drive legally with someone over 21! I was so excited! I drove home and to karate then to the store after karate! There are still a few things that I need to work on, but I am getting better! The only sucky thing is that I can't get my actual drivers license till one month after my birthday, beacuse I waited too long to get my learners, and you have to have it 6 months before you get you license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my pic with the permit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sl0lOu2lBCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GEf3R7fPWT4/s1600-h/DSC02067.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sl0lOu2lBCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GEf3R7fPWT4/s320/DSC02067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358480066666103842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2978507025348011901?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2978507025348011901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2978507025348011901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2978507025348011901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2978507025348011901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo-i-can-drive-legally-d.html' title='WOOHOO I CAN DRIVE!!! (legally... :D)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sl0lOu2lBCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/GEf3R7fPWT4/s72-c/DSC02067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6646577941597056476</id><published>2009-06-14T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:09:35.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Castle Dale Pageant'/><title type='text'>Wow. first in a life time</title><content type='html'>Last night I was crowned Jr. Miss Castle Dale. I didn't expect it at first, but then I realized that this was something that would stick with me the rest of my life. I was happy, yet sad. I didn't want to win really, and I didn't think I would. I was worried about doing marching band and Castle Dale roalty all at the same parade! I am more calm now tho. I feel that I will do what ever I am needed to do. I wouldn't have been there last night if it wasn't for Brittany and Rachel. We decided all together that we would do it, and I almost dropped out. They made me stick with it and I was happy that I did. I am thankful for all of my friends and their support that they gave me. I am thankful for my mom sticking with my during the hard times when all I felt like doing is crying. I am thanful for my grandparents that had to drive 3 hours to come down and see me in the pageant. I am also thankful that my grandpa was nice enough to be my escort, because my dad couldn't make it. I forgive my dad for not being able to make it. He had a previous engagment, and he couldn't find a sub for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics enjoy them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjWApicpKjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0KsWA_21dgU/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+002.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjWApicpKjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0KsWA_21dgU/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347321583682267698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom giving me a have confidence in yourslef kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjWAZYPiYLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iiPOjxrenes/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+004.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjWAZYPiYLI/AAAAAAAAAUY/iiPOjxrenes/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347321306065035442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Savannah talking. She was asking me questions about my karate class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV_xYhOfII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H5tm1xiqiYw/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+003.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV_xYhOfII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/H5tm1xiqiYw/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347320618944461954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brittany is evidently very proud of her curling iron. No She is just holding it up so unwind the cord. We are looking at Rachel she is telling us that she had to go get her sisters track shoes that she forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV_mUAwBLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lEtA_hsL99E/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+006.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV_mUAwBLI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lEtA_hsL99E/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347320428755944626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting my hair done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV_OlTjo1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/j3Mfj8KYQVg/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+008.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV_OlTjo1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/j3Mfj8KYQVg/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347320021081367378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my awesome, amazing, fun, wonderful gorgeous, friends! I love you Brittany and Rachel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV-_wBwMHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Alq1QNyV9HU/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+010.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV-_wBwMHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Alq1QNyV9HU/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319766261444722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wonderful group that I got to work with! These are the competeing Jr. Miss Castle Dale girls! All 4 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV-xF6EyLI/AAAAAAAAATw/dDFGrJYd78I/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+013.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjV-xF6EyLI/AAAAAAAAATw/dDFGrJYd78I/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319514436782258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom doing my hair and beibng silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVztv8YRLI/AAAAAAAAATo/3M4eBe0oBIE/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+020.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVztv8YRLI/AAAAAAAAATo/3M4eBe0oBIE/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347307362373354674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping my grandpa with what he was supposed to do while escorting me during the evening gown walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVzNjFwI5I/AAAAAAAAATg/5BwVX65sRe0/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+029.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVzNjFwI5I/AAAAAAAAATg/5BwVX65sRe0/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347306809167192978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the opening number. We had to wait like this for the girls to get done with their dancing solo thing at the being on the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVyf-FucVI/AAAAAAAAATY/nA8pPkhFlww/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+032.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVyf-FucVI/AAAAAAAAATY/nA8pPkhFlww/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347306026140856658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me doing the split. I am also in the process of puting my hands up so they are blury. This is after the opening number, after anouncing who we were and what age we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVySwoUooI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vKwT-IOQbdY/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+036.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVySwoUooI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vKwT-IOQbdY/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305799189570178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me striking a pose before I go one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVx9k_pryI/AAAAAAAAATI/ei7yNrD9Bvo/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+041.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVx9k_pryI/AAAAAAAAATI/ei7yNrD9Bvo/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305435288940322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME during the sportswear walk. I did my karate as my sportswear, but they still talked about my writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVxxQRCw8I/AAAAAAAAATA/o7NfxcvfM0c/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+053.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVxxQRCw8I/AAAAAAAAATA/o7NfxcvfM0c/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347305223566312386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another violin one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVxQWmMb4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/irt_1ULRdNc/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+057.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVxQWmMb4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/irt_1ULRdNc/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304658329956226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me while playing my violin for my talent. I played &lt;em&gt;Unchained Melody&lt;/em&gt; by Alex North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVwwR_iXOI/AAAAAAAAASw/tDffpoxiuRY/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+059.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVwwR_iXOI/AAAAAAAAASw/tDffpoxiuRY/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304107338259682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now were are those shoe again?? Oh here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVwgm-zztI/AAAAAAAAASo/iPmS2ys4poU/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVwgm-zztI/AAAAAAAAASo/iPmS2ys4poU/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303838094446290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVwIzFPu0I/AAAAAAAAASg/lA2naHCb_WM/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+069.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVwIzFPu0I/AAAAAAAAASg/lA2naHCb_WM/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303429025807170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom caught my unsupecting!!! Iw as spraying smelly good stuff on me before I went out for the evening gown walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVv2F2dsLI/AAAAAAAAASY/Cta0vkslRNg/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVv2F2dsLI/AAAAAAAAASY/Cta0vkslRNg/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303107646566578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my escort (my grandpa) after the evening gown walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVvflryzYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uPPlo0iXGJk/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+081.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVvflryzYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uPPlo0iXGJk/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302721054756226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is all of the grils that competed for different titles at the pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVu_eSxeUI/AAAAAAAAASI/cORPnAvZJH8/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+082.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVu_eSxeUI/AAAAAAAAASI/cORPnAvZJH8/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302169314949442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talking with the girls around me as we waited for the crowns (they forgot the crowns... lol!! and it looks like I am trying to talk through sealed lips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVuGtxCzRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gMrFGgMuPWQ/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+087.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVuGtxCzRI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gMrFGgMuPWQ/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301194215902482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having fun with Rachel as we were waiting for the crowns to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVtjIopzbI/AAAAAAAAARw/ea8faxpnRk8/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+090.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVtjIopzbI/AAAAAAAAARw/ea8faxpnRk8/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347300582953176498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The relization of my name being called by the Mayor for Jr. Miss Castle Dale is just kicking in.... my first thought was &lt;em&gt;oh crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVuZxPk8eI/AAAAAAAAASA/uRS53v5JsKY/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+092.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVuZxPk8eI/AAAAAAAAASA/uRS53v5JsKY/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301521566790114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being Crowned by last years Miss Castle Dale Shelby, she was also the one that put the pageant together. With out her, we would not have had a pageant this year. Way to go Shelby!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVsJCy-hRI/AAAAAAAAARo/8FFmtD8UPUY/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+101.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVsJCy-hRI/AAAAAAAAARo/8FFmtD8UPUY/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347299035197637906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (from Left to Right) Jessica L., Miss Castle Dale; Laurel J., Jr. Miss Castle Dale; Savannah W., Little Miss Castle Dale; Brinlee H., Tiny Tot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVpli9cq6I/AAAAAAAAARg/WrvPC-cAALk/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+106.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVpli9cq6I/AAAAAAAAARg/WrvPC-cAALk/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347296226332945314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah sigh! It is all over! We are all relived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVpUqTJRXI/AAAAAAAAARY/jjQ-o8LHcDo/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+113.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVpUqTJRXI/AAAAAAAAARY/jjQ-o8LHcDo/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347295936245220722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom, grandma and grandpa, and me after the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVo_WcLm5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/LMx8rm3gpaQ/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+116.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVo_WcLm5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/LMx8rm3gpaQ/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347295570137160594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me conversing with the people! No just kidding :D. I am talking to one of my other friends that came to support all of her friends in the Pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVoyn7SKQI/AAAAAAAAARI/DkXcj55t9pE/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+117.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVoyn7SKQI/AAAAAAAAARI/DkXcj55t9pE/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347295351492716802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with my grandparents after being crowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVof9PoYTI/AAAAAAAAARA/JmlFjCFnVPQ/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+120.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVof9PoYTI/AAAAAAAAARA/JmlFjCFnVPQ/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347295030797689138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with my friend Rachel, who of which also competed for Jr. Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVoOfo7PUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x7Akj27cWgY/s1600-h/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+123.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjVoOfo7PUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x7Akj27cWgY/s320/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347294730792942914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me having a little fun with some my friends after the pageant was over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6646577941597056476?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6646577941597056476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6646577941597056476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6646577941597056476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6646577941597056476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/06/wow-first-in-life-time.html' title='Wow. first in a life time'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SjWApicpKjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0KsWA_21dgU/s72-c/Miss+Castle+Dale+Pagaent+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2370316159752020525</id><published>2009-05-28T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:05:17.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><title type='text'>More of graduation</title><content type='html'>This is the slideshow that was shown at our graduation. It is random pictures of my graduating class. 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It works better that way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2370316159752020525?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9a67b3c4cb011c13&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2370316159752020525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2370316159752020525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2370316159752020525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2370316159752020525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-of-graduation.html' title='More of graduation'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1500579271153774425</id><published>2009-05-22T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:51:35.318-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9th grade'/><title type='text'>And we are done</title><content type='html'>Well summer had officaly started for me! School is out and I am going to miss it. I am now moving on to the High School, and I am going to miss SRJH. I was only there glaf of 8th and all of 9th but it wioll always hold a special place in my heart. My frineds are really sad. They spent the last three years there, 7th, 8th, and 9th! High School, here we come!! &lt;br /&gt;We had 9th grade graduation on Wednesday earlier this week, and it went pretty well. Our theme was Hollywood, but our class of '09 theme was Stop and Stare. Here are some of the pictures from it, plus a small movie of the dance we preformed for everyone. It goes in Order of how I posted them. The getting ready part of the pics are at the bottom. :) Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcJmAHjr2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/M1Fsvid0lvs/s1600-h/may09+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746431742390114 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcJmAHjr2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/M1Fsvid0lvs/s320/may09+098.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;My friend Brinne and I. I love this girl!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcJcPKhTpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pFy0gwKTrZc/s1600-h/may09+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746263982657170 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcJcPKhTpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/pFy0gwKTrZc/s320/may09+097.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;A closer picture of our threesome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcI7lUO4yI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7CyANc9B73k/s1600-h/may09+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338745702993290018 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcI7lUO4yI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7CyANc9B73k/s320/may09+095.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;This is Rachel, Brittany, and I. Our beautiful threesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIwXyGV2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/KZKFNvpStFo/s1600-h/may09+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338745510381901666 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIwXyGV2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/KZKFNvpStFo/s320/may09+094.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;One of just me and the clap board &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIgmfZYfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5O5bznqinGM/s1600-h/may09+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338745239452082674 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIgmfZYfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5O5bznqinGM/s320/may09+092.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;This is me and my parents by our huge clap board sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SihBMzw7CiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tuVlH_Z9GCw/s1600-h/may09+089.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SihBMzw7CiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tuVlH_Z9GCw/s320/may09+089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343592646184733218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and some of our group. We ae missing people tho. Colors are odd, because I had to fix the lighting on it. We took it without the flash oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIUpplhwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5BYwjnSmGoU/s1600-h/may09+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338745034141697794 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIUpplhwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5BYwjnSmGoU/s320/may09+091.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;This is another group pic. We are missing some people again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIApvdJKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mVFjZT5t_yc/s1600-h/may09+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338744690568930466 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcIApvdJKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mVFjZT5t_yc/s320/may09+090.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;This is me and some of my friends after graduation! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcHvR7dmBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hM4ht9VOJuU/s1600-h/may09+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338744392119064594 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcHvR7dmBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hM4ht9VOJuU/s320/may09+088.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is me getting my certificte. I passed 9th grade! WOOHOO :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcHXV0j8-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/L7bU1e7ZNVs/s1600-h/may09+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338743980847002594 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcHXV0j8-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/L7bU1e7ZNVs/s320/may09+077.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is me walking out on the "Red Carpet" (graduation was a Hollywood theme) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcHIDa_iTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LNvlKEEsc8M/s1600-h/may09+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338743718209882418 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcHIDa_iTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LNvlKEEsc8M/s320/may09+075.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is Miss Rachel, the girl that has made a HUGE difference in my life! She look wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcG7exE3II/AAAAAAAAAOg/x_00EArk3-8/s1600-h/may09+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338743502211964034 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcG7exE3II/AAAAAAAAAOg/x_00EArk3-8/s320/may09+071.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is one of my greatest friends Brittany. She looked great in her blue dress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcGOg3cwuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2ssEa-kvJXE/s1600-h/may09+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338742729681453794 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcGOg3cwuI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2ssEa-kvJXE/s320/may09+069.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is all of us when we were done! We had two other friends there, but they had to leave earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcGEHFDkWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hZDSVp2iwY8/s1600-h/may09+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338742550960509282 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcGEHFDkWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hZDSVp2iwY8/s320/may09+068.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is me after we were all done with my hair and I was dressed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcF0DRXw-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z478pZaNmzI/s1600-h/may09+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338742275060515810 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcF0DRXw-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z478pZaNmzI/s320/may09+065.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is my other friend McKayla (Mac), and she looked gorgeous as usual too! We did our hair at her mom's salon. It was fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcGrNJdR0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/HJnb4Rg1dXw/s1600-h/may09+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338743222604482370 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcGrNJdR0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/HJnb4Rg1dXw/s320/may09+066.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is my friend Mia. She looks gorgeous as usual! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcKG0oJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4O7VG39-3fY/s1600-h/may09+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746995593569954 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcKG0oJ5qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4O7VG39-3fY/s320/may09+049.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is what the back of my hair looked like when it was done. We did a worm bun. Turned out cute if you aske me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c250fab5b42b6072" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc250fab5b42b6072%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333233555%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49C1EDD948EA1D660868C0F392C35A943CF23C95.3EC71ED6A114B1D376B48B421688B60C1A241D47%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc250fab5b42b6072%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_gFV4LZKMEZkJdPnmXy3DL5bly4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc250fab5b42b6072%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333233555%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49C1EDD948EA1D660868C0F392C35A943CF23C95.3EC71ED6A114B1D376B48B421688B60C1A241D47%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc250fab5b42b6072%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_gFV4LZKMEZkJdPnmXy3DL5bly4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1500579271153774425?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c250fab5b42b6072&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1500579271153774425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1500579271153774425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1500579271153774425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1500579271153774425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-we-are-done.html' title='And we are done'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/ShcJmAHjr2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/M1Fsvid0lvs/s72-c/may09+098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6567278220350535978</id><published>2009-05-14T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:19:18.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Wow, a lot to write</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe a TON to write... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school year is coming to a close and I am thinking about my math grade which could be better. I am thinking about all of the things that have been thrown on us at the end of the year. I am thinking about the closing program for my graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, as you can see, is a lot that I am thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the closing program for school, the 9th grade is being taught a dance that we have to perform for our parents and everyone else. I was put at the very end of the line when we were lining up to be placed with the guys. Now let me tell you that this was no ordinary line, this was a height line. You had to line up according to your height. The girl in front of me was taller by 1/32 of an inch! We were so close in height that we are almost the exact same size. She took the spot in front of me so that I was the last one. We were paired off, and I ended up with a boy that I really didn't mind at all. He is pretty cool. We were about ready to start, and he decided that he didn't want to dance any more. I was then placed with a boy that I had REALLY hoped that I could avoid getting paired with him. I know it sounds EXTREMELY mean of me, but he doesn't even want to do this, and he texts the whole time we are practicing. I wouldn't mind being with him if he enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;We are set up in a diamond formation. Two corner couples, one front couple and a back couple. Well the supposed to be diamond I am in only has me with my partner. No one else. So when we are practicing, I have to practice with my partner, and when we switch places, I am doing it all by myself, and so is he. The dance teacher says that when we learn the whole dance, and get ready to be split up into the 3 different sections, (we are doing the dance 3 different times, so that every one has a chance to dance, and so we aren't all crowded on the floor.) we will have a whole diamond. We have a few more days of this until we are done! WOOHOO!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school we did a little program for the school, and instead of singing Ye Shall Have A Song, we sang Big Spender from Sweet Charity. We had tons of fun with it. No one but the girls chorus and 2 teachers knew about it. We dressed in short shorts or skirts and legging. Some of us wore fish nets. I wore hot pink legging, and black fish nets over the leggings. I wore short shorts with it and high heel thingys. We had so much fun shocking the teachers and students. We had one of our teachers wear a suit, and come suantering down the stairs. He was our Big Spender. One of the girls had him sit down at a little table and poured him a glass of Diet Coke. We then sang the song, and at the end, I was choosen to go up and put my hand on his shoulder and say out loud, "Hows about it... palz?" We had SO MUCH FUN doing it!!! (now let me tell you. This is a very condenced version of this.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lazy in my posting lately! Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For spring break awhile ago, I went to Oregon with my granparents and spent a whole week with them and my aunt, uncle, and cousins. It was my first time seeing the ocean, and I was so amazed at the size of it! BREATH TAKING!!! It went on forever! We watched a storm brewing over the Pacific. It was the most amazing thing I have seen in my life. We also took a hike to a suspension bridge. It had a waterfall off to the side and it was wonderful! Before we came into Portland and Oregon City, we stopped at Multnomah Falls. It was really pretty! One huge waterfall and a smaller one below it. We took a lot of pictures. I don't have enough room to put all of the pictures we took up, but I will put some! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put them in the post under this one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6567278220350535978?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6567278220350535978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6567278220350535978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6567278220350535978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6567278220350535978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-lot-to-write_8963.html' title='Wow, a lot to write'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1368783470399592654</id><published>2009-05-14T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:42:14.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><title type='text'>The Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtbgrrn8nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/faE3l-kGc74/s1600-h/Memorial+for+dead+sailors.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtbgrrn8nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/faE3l-kGc74/s320/Memorial+for+dead+sailors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458800590123634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me by a memorial for all Saliors who have either gotten lost or died out at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtbNG3kxLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0gNFqosgWFU/s1600-h/Me+on+fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtbNG3kxLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0gNFqosgWFU/s320/Me+on+fence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458464290620594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic that my aunt got of me on the tiny little hike we took to get up to the bridge at Multanomah falls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgta2Ul5TCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0m1NJ_UioU/s1600-h/Me+feeding+the+gulls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgta2Ul5TCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0m1NJ_UioU/s320/Me+feeding+the+gulls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335458072837573666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy came to the dock outside of Mo's and he let my cousins and I help feed the gulls. This is a really cool shot of my feeding the gulls that my aunt got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6uNCjuxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s-vzCKtgZ9M/s1600-h/Me+exploring.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6uNCjuxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s-vzCKtgZ9M/s320/Me+exploring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335141274022558482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me exploring the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6lsrKvhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PM7xW-xi7bY/s1600-h/Me+and+the+Pacific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6lsrKvhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PM7xW-xi7bY/s320/Me+and+the+Pacific.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335141127895563794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Pacific&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6Vbr43xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5eebBu7cMY4/s1600-h/Lizzi+and+I+at+the+falls.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6Vbr43xI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5eebBu7cMY4/s320/Lizzi+and+I+at+the+falls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140848457277202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my aunt and I at the Multanomah falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6JmK_JwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yMueXViN5kk/s1600-h/Lighthouse.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo6JmK_JwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yMueXViN5kk/s320/Lighthouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140645113636610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lighthouse that we went in. 110 stairs! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo58Z0gcyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tnf6FjweAsU/s1600-h/Grandparents+and+I+at+the+falls.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo58Z0gcyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tnf6FjweAsU/s320/Grandparents+and+I+at+the+falls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140418459824930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grandparents and I at the falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo5wEUTl9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/HLHP9E8TQ2A/s1600-h/First+day+in+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo5wEUTl9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/HLHP9E8TQ2A/s320/First+day+in+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140206529189842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in the water! I didn't realize that the waves came that high! Got me all wet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo5lSav3nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1K4I1Zkkuqk/s1600-h/Crab+eating+fest.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo5lSav3nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1K4I1Zkkuqk/s320/Crab+eating+fest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140021335744114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a starfish and a sea anemone eating a crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo4kututmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSbFgGKoCTU/s1600-h/CLAM+CHOWDER!!+Yum.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo4kututmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSbFgGKoCTU/s320/CLAM+CHOWDER!!+Yum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335138912240055906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to eat at a resturant close to the house in Lincoln City. We went to Mo's and this is my aunt and I eating the famous clam chowder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo4Z9EhEsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/peq0itSzrNs/s1600-h/Bridge.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgo4Z9EhEsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/peq0itSzrNs/s320/Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335138727115166402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me on the suspension bridge at Drift Creek Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgoYS0xLl9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P8IxO8Lm4X4/s1600-h/Beach+house.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgoYS0xLl9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P8IxO8Lm4X4/s320/Beach+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335103420255410130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house in the middle is the house that we stayed at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgoX8M7AcUI/AAAAAAAAAII/XkeLhm7NH5g/s1600-h/All+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgoX8M7AcUI/AAAAAAAAAII/XkeLhm7NH5g/s320/All+red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335103031602082114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and I after we went swimming. We found a whole sand dollar and that is what my aunt is holding. When we were swimming, a seal came up right next to me! It was so cool! We are all red in the pic from being so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgoXoPGRsSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aMEr_oSzRkE/s1600-h/All+of+us...+well+not+all.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgoXoPGRsSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aMEr_oSzRkE/s320/All+of+us...+well+not+all.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335102688588837154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at a little lighthouse in Newport&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1368783470399592654?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1368783470399592654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1368783470399592654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1368783470399592654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1368783470399592654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures_14.html' title='The Pictures!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtbgrrn8nI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/faE3l-kGc74/s72-c/Memorial+for+dead+sailors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8083352445124966664</id><published>2009-05-14T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:18:33.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><title type='text'>Pics cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgthv2v3URI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jwafa9F8_H4/s1600-h/WOW+waves!.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgthv2v3URI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jwafa9F8_H4/s320/WOW+waves!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335465658328502546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us being hit by a huge wave. It almost knocked me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgthbjvUtcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IFvt22VBMZ8/s1600-h/Wet+sand.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgthbjvUtcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/IFvt22VBMZ8/s320/Wet+sand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335465309628577218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is wet sand being blown all over the beach. It felt like a million of needles embedding themselves into our legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgthQWH4GtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3UyTolhWZNs/s1600-h/WATER...COLD.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgthQWH4GtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3UyTolhWZNs/s320/WATER...COLD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335465116994902738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us freezing our butts off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgthFs0WrcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9yUcyqQvwno/s1600-h/View+from+light+house.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgthFs0WrcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9yUcyqQvwno/s320/View+from+light+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464934108474818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the top of the lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtg3LF4JNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CuE2yquU2rk/s1600-h/Us+in+the+water.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtg3LF4JNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CuE2yquU2rk/s320/Us+in+the+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464684536997074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts striking poses... I got the memo too late, so I am just stading there freezing my butt off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtgrRV_HVI/AAAAAAAAALw/wa3iwl0h0oo/s1600-h/Us+going+on+a+huge+bridge.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtgrRV_HVI/AAAAAAAAALw/wa3iwl0h0oo/s320/Us+going+on+a+huge+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464480056745298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really funny pic of me when we went over the bridge in New Port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtghyH6JZI/AAAAAAAAALo/UGFbFyl8MAs/s1600-h/Trillium.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtghyH6JZI/AAAAAAAAALo/UGFbFyl8MAs/s320/Trillium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464317057377682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oregon state flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtgZEfB4VI/AAAAAAAAALg/QJXde3Fi_rM/s1600-h/Tide+pools+and+lighthouse.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtgZEfB4VI/AAAAAAAAALg/QJXde3Fi_rM/s320/Tide+pools+and+lighthouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464167367369042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pic of the lighthouse and some of the tide pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtgOwOC4BI/AAAAAAAAALY/czLk5idJCCI/s1600-h/The+frame.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtgOwOC4BI/AAAAAAAAALY/czLk5idJCCI/s320/The+frame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335463990128730130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the frame for the suspension bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtf_EGI4KI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eemogSm2ZQI/s1600-h/TELESCOPE.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtf_EGI4KI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eemogSm2ZQI/s320/TELESCOPE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335463720586371234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This me looking through a telescope type of thing at the smaller lighthouse we went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtfw2mZR-I/AAAAAAAAALI/fgvkUJDrmyo/s1600-h/Suspension+bridge.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtfw2mZR-I/AAAAAAAAALI/fgvkUJDrmyo/s320/Suspension+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335463476445399010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the bridge that we went to on our hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtfdtu2PwI/AAAAAAAAALA/5AU_ZC8jgxw/s1600-h/SUPERWOMAN!.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtfdtu2PwI/AAAAAAAAALA/5AU_ZC8jgxw/s320/SUPERWOMAN!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335463147647418114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a fun picture at Multanomah Falls. I like to call it, SUPERGIRL!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtfRWHkHZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Fv1ujoTMkiw/s1600-h/Sponge.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtfRWHkHZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Fv1ujoTMkiw/s320/Sponge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462935150206354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grandma and my aunt with a sea sponge that some guy found &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtfE5B_hrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6Yju6IBaRIs/s1600-h/Snake+gorge.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtfE5B_hrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/6Yju6IBaRIs/s320/Snake+gorge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462721183778482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Snake River Gorge in Idaho. We took this pic on the way to Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgte7rEAz4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wNrz_H2Nfgs/s1600-h/Sea+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgte7rEAz4I/AAAAAAAAAKo/wNrz_H2Nfgs/s320/Sea+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462562815332226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tide pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtevP92hKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p9saUYjUays/s1600-h/Sea+anemone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtevP92hKI/AAAAAAAAAKg/p9saUYjUays/s320/Sea+anemone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462349383304354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sticking my finger in a Sea Anemone. It feels like velcro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtedWRci-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8GM_Its2vPg/s1600-h/Sand+Oregon.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgtedWRci-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/8GM_Its2vPg/s320/Sand+Oregon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335462041838455778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd to last day there, we went down to the beach after church and wrote Oregon in the sand. IT WAS SO COLD AND WINDY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgteTQD4YOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kImHb4eYgdU/s1600-h/Our+hike.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgteTQD4YOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kImHb4eYgdU/s320/Our+hike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335461868372254946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of our hike at Drift Creek Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgteGztCTxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gmVjK1JaLhM/s1600-h/Oregon+Bridge.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SgteGztCTxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gmVjK1JaLhM/s320/Oregon+Bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335461654601813778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really pretty bridge that we went over in New Port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtd8UhE18I/AAAAAAAAAKA/AADC1JwC2Y0/s1600-h/Mussel+shell+and+I.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgtd8UhE18I/AAAAAAAAAKA/AADC1JwC2Y0/s320/Mussel+shell+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335461474431457218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge mussel shell I found at the tide pools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8083352445124966664?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8083352445124966664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8083352445124966664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8083352445124966664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8083352445124966664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/05/pics-cont.html' title='Pics cont.'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sgthv2v3URI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jwafa9F8_H4/s72-c/WOW+waves!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2682461030558368371</id><published>2009-04-22T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:47:35.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><title type='text'>I love this!</title><content type='html'>Love Story meets Viva La Vida! Wonderful arrangment by Jon Schmidt and his cello friend! Wonderful wondeful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2682461030558368371?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2682461030558368371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2682461030558368371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2682461030558368371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2682461030558368371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-this.html' title='I love this!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-9078015423166514223</id><published>2009-04-18T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:12:20.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>Thanks mom. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SepIrldnsfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rDKJtY7JpUQ/s1600-h/superior_scribbler_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SepIrldnsfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rDKJtY7JpUQ/s320/superior_scribbler_award.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326149422946955762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful &lt;a href="http://cmichellejefferies.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award. She said it is for all of the support I give her in writing, but really it is the other way around. Not just in writing either, but everything else from driving me to the stake house at 6:00 in the morning so I can make it to the bus for quizbowl, to telling me that maybe I need to change my shirt so that is matches the sweater I am wearing with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to award other wonderful people who deserve this award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt &lt;a href="http://millerrubbish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;, just for being the type of anut every niece wishes they had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt &lt;a href="http://jefferiesbebsite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;, for letting me talk her ear off when I was in Oregon, and for being a very very kind person everyone likes to be around especially me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend &lt;a href="http://rachannrog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;. For being there for me and for always having an open mind and ear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://pink-ink-pink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jewel&lt;/a&gt; for being so nice to me and making my day sometimes even if it is just through a small comment on my blog. Thanks Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://melanielyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt; for being so happy and cheerful to see me every time at church or other places. Makes me feel loved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read below to see how to claim your prize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as with every Bloggy Award, there are A Few Rules. They are, forthwith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author &amp; the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to &lt;a href="http://scholastic-scribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/200-this-blings-for-you.html"&gt;This Post&lt;/a&gt;, which explains The Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit &lt;a href="http://scholastic-scribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/200-this-blings-for-you.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-9078015423166514223?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/9078015423166514223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=9078015423166514223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/9078015423166514223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/9078015423166514223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-mom.html' title='Thanks mom. :)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SepIrldnsfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rDKJtY7JpUQ/s72-c/superior_scribbler_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1259065608139784222</id><published>2009-04-08T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:33:14.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing'/><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>Well I am sitting at my grandma's desk working on grueling math work and wondering what to do with the rest of the day after I am done with the school work I brought with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be off to the land of Oregon with my grandma, grandpa, and RM aunt. I am so excited! We will be visiting family there. Can't wait to see the ocean for the first time. I will post pictures of our adventures, and Katie (my aunt who lives in Oregon, and had a blog that I linked in my fav blog section on the side) might even post pictures too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my math seems to be calling my name (ugg not even in school today and I still have work to do) &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/7295156899331495751-1259065608139784222?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1259065608139784222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1259065608139784222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1259065608139784222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1259065608139784222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7767851719494345443</id><published>2009-03-16T19:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:19:14.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate'/><title type='text'>Broken boards, no not hearts, boards... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sb8Ih1JI3tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8CoLJ7AjrJk/s1600-h/My+broken+board.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sb8Ih1JI3tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8CoLJ7AjrJk/s320/My+broken+board.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313975462614589138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (can you tell I have had a work-out? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is true! I broke my fist board tonight with a hammer fist strike. I was scared at first, but he talked me through the first half, and I was able to do it with out problem. He told me to step forward with the strike 3 different times. The 1st and 2nd time, to do it with out force, then on the third time, you were supposed to give it all you had. After doing it, my hand kind of stung, but it went away really fast. Now as I look at it, I don't feel a thing. I still need to test for my orange belt, but I will do it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7767851719494345443?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7767851719494345443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7767851719494345443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7767851719494345443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7767851719494345443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/03/broken-boards-no-not-hearts-boards-d.html' title='Broken boards, no not hearts, boards... :D'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/Sb8Ih1JI3tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8CoLJ7AjrJk/s72-c/My+broken+board.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2734936887176993766</id><published>2009-03-08T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:43:10.414-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>I was bored :)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Accepting and Open&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourinitialssayaboutyouquiz/l.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are Comfortable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are enthusiastic and flexible. You are open-minded. You prefer to learn from others... not judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as kind and cooperative. You are very supportive when friends are down on their luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are At Your Best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a shy, quiet person. Underneath your shell, you are compassionate and giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People find you to be friendly and welcoming. Your home is a place of comfort to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are in a Social Setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious, and hard-working. Adversity allows you to shine. You resourceful and able to make due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as honest to the point of bluntness. But they always know that you'll be fair. You have the good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourinitialssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Initials Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it got it pretty close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2734936887176993766?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2734936887176993766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2734936887176993766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2734936887176993766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2734936887176993766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-bored.html' title='I was bored :)...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5468749836887804325</id><published>2009-03-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:57:09.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teenage life'/><title type='text'>The joys and downs of a teenager's life</title><content type='html'>Yes well, I have been slightly depressed the past 2 days, because I tried out for the High school softball team, and I didn't make it. I did really well at try-outs, but I guess not good enough. I am thinking about trying out next year, but before that, I am going to work my BUTT off trying to get better at my favorite sport. :) Some of my friends made it, and that is all that matters now. I am going to be their BIGGEST cheerleader! WOOHOO SPARTANS SOFTBALL GIRLS!!!! I still plan on going out for county softball, and I can't for for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, to go on with the good stuff in life, I had a pretty good day at school, I had a test in math (yes I know, all of you out there reading this are going,&lt;em&gt; she is happy to have a math test???!!!&lt;/em&gt; but yes I am happy for one.) My friend gave me a note in class today telling me how much she loves me, and how she wishes I could be with her on the softball team. Last but not least, I can now do a backflip off the diving board! Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5468749836887804325?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5468749836887804325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5468749836887804325&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5468749836887804325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5468749836887804325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/03/joys-and-downs-of-teenagers-life.html' title='The joys and downs of a teenager&apos;s life'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2699034217220459093</id><published>2009-02-27T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:48:04.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo and Ensemble'/><title type='text'>Solo and Ensemble</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a school provided activity where you go and share your talents, whether it is singing, playing the piano, or playing a different instrument. I did a violin and flute duet with my friend. We played Minuette and Trio, by Mozart. We did a pretty good job at it, but in the end we walked away with a -2. Oh well we tried our hardest. We still got an excellent, I would have liked a Superior, but it wasn't meant to be. My really good friend Rachel got the outstanding solo for our school. She sang &lt;em&gt;Panis Angelicus&lt;/em&gt;, and our sixtuplet group that sang &lt;em&gt;The River Sleeps Beneath the Sky&lt;/em&gt;, got the outstanding for a chorus ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time other wise! I didn't get to go last year, and I am very happy that I got to go this year. I am going to try to do it in Highschool, but it is going to take a lot of work. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2699034217220459093?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2699034217220459093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2699034217220459093&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2699034217220459093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2699034217220459093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/02/solo-and-ensemble.html' title='Solo and Ensemble'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5450134989475252187</id><published>2009-02-08T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:34:51.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><title type='text'>New Computer</title><content type='html'>Well 2 days ago, we got a new comp! Finally. We have had a windows 98 SE that when the monitor went to sleep, it some times took days to wake up again. Now we have a Inspiron 530 Dell with a 17" flat screen. My dad was generous enough to buy one for us :). I love my dad. I really enjoy all of the new features it has, compared to our old one. The one thing I don't like is the parental controls. It is blocking most of my pictures on my blog, and it won't let me see some of my pictures that come with my email. Oh well, we can adjust them or I will have to get use to it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5450134989475252187?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5450134989475252187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5450134989475252187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5450134989475252187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5450134989475252187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-computer.html' title='New Computer'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5110413011238087615</id><published>2009-01-26T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:25:24.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Tag... I am it!</title><content type='html'>Well I got tagged (not officially) by my mommy. It is the 6 of 6 tag thingy. I think... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it is, You are supposed to take a picture from your 6th folder, and it has to be the 6th picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SX6Znj2U7QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BFKF_IegfLw/s1600-h/drum.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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SX6Znj2U7QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BFKF_IegfLw/s320/drum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295839116751334658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and my bass drum from this summer in the Days of '47 parade in Salt Lake for Marching band. I looked over right before the picture was taken, because I heard people yelling my name. It turned out to be my aunt, grandpa, grandma, and great uncle. I had to look back though, and that is why my head is turned the other way. &lt;br /&gt;My grandpa who was taking the picture almost missed me... &lt;br /&gt;Can you tell how hot it is??? It was 101 degrees and we were wearing black and yellow... SO HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;As you can also see, I am leaning back because I can't see over the drum teehee I had to lean back in order to see he tuba in front of me to makes sure I was still in line :D The other bass drum players are Sarah next to me, and Cody next to her. You can barely see Cody, but he is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will tag... Jewel, Wendy, Mac :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5110413011238087615?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5110413011238087615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5110413011238087615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5110413011238087615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5110413011238087615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-i-am-it.html' title='Tag... I am it!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SX6Znj2U7QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BFKF_IegfLw/s72-c/drum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8566912867218913443</id><published>2009-01-16T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:05:02.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>Wow. The school year has gone by so fast... I am not ready for it to be half way though the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Well it has been alright. I got good grades, and I am happy that I did. I have had a good year so far and hope that the rest of it will go just as good as the first half. I am in chorus and I am enjoying it so much! My friend Keyara and I are doing a duet, and we are excited for it. I am doing a duet for band too. McKayla and I are playing a Minuette and Trio for flute and violin. We are still working on the timing, and then it will sound alright. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing: I was able to finish my short story, and send it off to the Dragon Comet Short Story contest. Cross my fingers, that I do alright! It was 17 pages and something like 5,000 words :)I am proud of myself. Instead of fantasy or Sci Fi, I did a paranormal one kind of... One that has ghosts in it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny: Well I don't know if anything that was funny happened in my life. Hmmmm.... It is not really funny, but kind of creepy. When I was in math, I was sitting by my friend and we were talking. I looked at his scan card, and said the I thought that number 50 was D. Well he looked on his paper, and yep indeed it was. He then went on asking me different numbers, and I was guessing the answer. I got all of them right.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was kids that wanted to play a game because it was game day, and they picked to play Clue. Right before they pulled the cards out of the envelope to see who it was, I guessed that is was Miss. Scarlett, with the candlestick, in the billiard room. Well it turns out that it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; Miss Scarlett, with the candlestick in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ballroom&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO close... everything I guessed today I got right or pretty darn close to right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that is what has happened to me this week or since I last posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah one new achievement: I did numerous flips and dives off the diving board at our new pool. I am proud of myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8566912867218913443?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8566912867218913443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8566912867218913443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8566912867218913443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8566912867218913443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7866138941138694854</id><published>2009-01-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:05:22.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride and Prejudice'/><title type='text'>My new favorite movie and the silly love that comes along with it</title><content type='html'>Well tonight I went to a friends house, and we had a little mini party. It was lots of fun. Any way when we had finished Kung Fu Panda, we were going to watch another movie. I, being that I had NEVER seen Pride and Prejudice, said that we should watch it. Everyone agreed with me and Tiffany ran out to go get the movie. Three out of five of us had not seen it before, so we were excited to finally watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very last part (not going to say what happens just for those that have not seen it) we all started to clap and cheer! hehehehehe Ah we all fell in love with Mr. Darcy. I think I know what my favorite movie is now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I think that Mr. Darcy is so handsome.... HA there I go sounding like a twiterpated young girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just to make this post complete, I will put a picture of my new found love ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SV2o7EYDulI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gzU20ztjoO8/s1600-h/Mr+Darcy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SV2o7EYDulI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gzU20ztjoO8/s320/Mr+Darcy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567270343227986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7866138941138694854?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7866138941138694854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7866138941138694854&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7866138941138694854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7866138941138694854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-favorite-movie-and-silly-love.html' title='My new favorite movie and the silly love that comes along with it'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SV2o7EYDulI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gzU20ztjoO8/s72-c/Mr+Darcy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3724152978244487739</id><published>2008-12-23T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:02:29.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My own little Christmas tree</title><content type='html'>I have a Christmas tree that I got in 6th grade and I have used it ever sense then for decoration for my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to put the presents that I got from my friends underneath it. :) After I had set everything by the tree up, I took the stocking that I had gotten from my Secret Santa in Seminary and put it up on my wall to the side of the tree. As I stood back to admire it, I decided that I would make a nice blog post. So here I am posting about it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is one of the pictures that I took of the tree, if you look to the side of it you can see the red stocking! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SVHXIWSyPjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NfhRImgvymc/s1600-h/Thing+for+blog.....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/_8qP9yyv4C04/SVHXIWSyPjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NfhRImgvymc/s320/Thing+for+blog.....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283240376305598002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow really dark pic... didn't mean for it to be that dark... Sorry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3724152978244487739?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3724152978244487739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3724152978244487739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3724152978244487739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3724152978244487739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-own-little-christmas-tree.html' title='My own little Christmas tree'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SVHXIWSyPjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NfhRImgvymc/s72-c/Thing+for+blog.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3354820657662036133</id><published>2008-12-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:36:29.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Well a lot has heppened...</title><content type='html'>Well how have you all been sense my last post? :) I have been doing alright. I had a birthday not to long ago. On the 10th. I had a very good time. My friends sang to me on the bus the whole way to school, I got a huge pink gift bag with presents inside, and I had to carry it all day, it was really big and hard/annoying to carry it all day but I really didn't mind. It was just that having it by my side all day broad casted that is was my birthday... unwanted attention. They also baked me a chocolate cake with pink frosting that we ate during lunch... it was mmm mmm mmm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough with that :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming up and I can't wait for it! Christmas has always been a favorite holiday for me, as well as millions of others. But that reason that I like Christmas, is that I get to give with out an excuse for it! In Seminary we picked out a name of someone in our class, that we had to give a gift, or many gifts to. I got a boy that I don't really talk to, because we are total opposites. I think that having this name has been good for me. I have prayed a lot more, about what to give him and others, I have gotten to know him better, by just listening in on his conversations... (yeah yea yeah I know I am being an eavesdropper, but how else do I get an idea of what he likes?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good to me. We have a Christmas band concert, and I am playing not only my violin for the classic Christmas songs, but I am also playing the bass guitar for the jazz song my class is playing. :) It is great fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be better at keeping you posted, but I have been very busy lately :)Thanks for coming back though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3354820657662036133?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3354820657662036133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3354820657662036133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3354820657662036133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3354820657662036133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-lot-has-heppened.html' title='Well a lot has heppened...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-9070966450995152835</id><published>2008-11-23T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:10:49.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Wintersong and Song for a Winter's Night</title><content type='html'>Wintersong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdjaxzGxHCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MdjaxzGxHCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song, beautiful musician, wonderful piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Winter is coming and I am excited not only for the feeling of snow beneath my feet, but the special feeling the Christmas brings. And of course my birthday :) hehehe just kidding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to share with you two winter songs I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for a Winter's Night (it says that it is 5 minutes long it isn't. Sorry it is the only video that I could find with Sarah McLachlan singing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sle2_E_Xt-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sle2_E_Xt-c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-9070966450995152835?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/9070966450995152835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=9070966450995152835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/9070966450995152835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/9070966450995152835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/11/wintersong-and-song-for-winters-night.html' title='Wintersong and Song for a Winter&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6176102130266251073</id><published>2008-11-22T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:50:09.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Our Twilight Excursion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SSjuyrNMAvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X080QKj5wCM/s1600-h/official_twilight_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SSjuyrNMAvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X080QKj5wCM/s320/official_twilight_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271725918196073202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...4...3...2...1 DING DING DING!!!!!!! "RUN, RUN, RUN!!! FASTER!!!!!! HURRY RUN!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hehehe yep that is what we were like yesterday during 8th period and running to my friend's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's mom, four of my friends and I went to the movie 3 hours early. We had to go that early, because our theater is in a different county, and other people get there really early. We didn't mind we sat there on a blanket and talked. We then got pizza and doughnut holes. Every half hour we yelled out what time it was so that people knew how long they had left :) My legs were tired from sitting for a long time, so I got up and walked around. I decide to see how long the line was, so I got up and walked out in the parking lot and noticed the line had gone way past all of the stores that were by the theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got into the movie we were so excited and hyper. We waited and waited for the theater to fill up, so that the movie could start. When it did, there was a ton of people shushing other people. When the movie title came on people cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the movie, but the book will always be better in my point of view. I plan on going again with my mommy. :) My friends all liked, and we also talked about what we didn't like about it after we watched it. Only one of my friends did not like it, she said that it was too corny, but then again she thinks a lot of things are corny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you that haven't seen it, I recommend it and to those who have seen it, what did you think about it? What were your likes and dislikes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6176102130266251073?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6176102130266251073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6176102130266251073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6176102130266251073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6176102130266251073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-twilight-excursion.html' title='Our Twilight Excursion'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SSjuyrNMAvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/X080QKj5wCM/s72-c/official_twilight_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8739464805541501461</id><published>2008-11-16T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:55:19.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talks'/><title type='text'>Speaking in sacrement meeting....</title><content type='html'>Well today I spoke in sacrament meeting, and I think I did alright. People complimented me on it but why I was so worried about it was that I wrote the talk this morning. :) We have 12:30 meeting and I got up at 9:45 in the morning. I did set my clock for for 8:00 but in my subconsciousness, I had turned it off. hehehe oops :) I DO not remembering turning it off though. The reason being why I didn't write it yesterday, was because I went to the Temple with my Ward, and we got out later then we thought we would. Then my family and I went to Wal-mart, and we didn't home till really late. &lt;br /&gt;Any way I got up and wrote it on my topic of Temples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my talk so hope you enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple work can be used for two purposes One is doing ordinances for the dead, and then ordinances for the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinances for the living: True to the Faith says the principal purposes for temples are to provide the ordinances necessary for our exaltation in the celestial kingdom. When you are eighteen or getting married, you get something called endowments. Endowments means gift.  Endowments are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another temple ordinance is celestial marriage. With this a husband and wife can be sealed for all time and eternity.  If husband and wife keep their covenants, the sealing they performed in the temple will continue forever, and they may be able to live in the highest degree of glory. D&amp;C 131: 1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read Preach my Gospel: Eternal Marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children that are born to parents that have been sealed together, they are born under the covenant. Even thought the children might not have been born under the covenant, they can still be sealed to their families, as my own mom was. (tell about mom's adoption and sealing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temples are sacred; always remember the ordinances you have made, and if you have not made covenants yet prepare your selves to enter into the temple and receive those sacred covenants. Also parents, teach your children that they might be ready when the times come to enter into the temple. I am thankful that my parents taught me about the temple, and to respect it and what happens there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to talk about Ordinances for the Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have died in the world with out being able to be sealed, baptized or confirmed, or without being able to have their endowments taken out.  We as members of the church are able to do these things for them. We need to go to the temple often so that we can do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a scripture to go along with this topic. D&amp;C 138: 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were able as a youth, go and do baptisms for the dead. The experience for me was one that I am happy God gave to me.  After I was done with the names that I was given, the bishop grabbed my arm and asked me if I wanted to do more names. I said yes of course and I did the last ones they had for the group, that had been mixed up or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God let me do those extra names so that his children who were waiting patiently to be baptized were able to have that ordinance done for them. I am very thankful that he let me do it too.  I sat there and thought of the happiness all those people that were baptized and confirmed yesterday not only here but all over, were able to have. They are sons and daughters of God too, and they have the right to be able to be with Him forever just as us, the living, have also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple work is very important, not only for our salvation but for others also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us these temples, and it is our job to do the work that needs to be done. We need to return to the temple often as we are permitted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8739464805541501461?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8739464805541501461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8739464805541501461&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8739464805541501461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8739464805541501461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/11/speaking-in-sacrement.html' title='Speaking in sacrement meeting....'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8216492041311778232</id><published>2008-11-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:35:10.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playlist'/><title type='text'>Disney Rampage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQ6Ee69g__I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nFrjGHlFTRE/s1600-h/Disney+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQ6Ee69g__I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nFrjGHlFTRE/s200/Disney+logo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264290681200902130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if you go down and check my playlist, you will see that I went on a Disney Music Rampage. All of the last songs that I have downloaded are Disney. I love Disney songs! So hope you enjoy it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8216492041311778232?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8216492041311778232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8216492041311778232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8216492041311778232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8216492041311778232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/11/disney-rampage.html' title='Disney Rampage'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQ6Ee69g__I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nFrjGHlFTRE/s72-c/Disney+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4676740355375037619</id><published>2008-11-01T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:33:37.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Late nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>The fun of Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQzxxQpeE8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gBIfz2hC4a0/s1600-h/puking+pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQzxxQpeE8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gBIfz2hC4a0/s400/puking+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263847893074056130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow yesterday was SO fun :) My friend and I went trick-or-treating, then we had a late over with other friends. We started trick-or-treating at about 5:23 and then we didn't get back till 8:00. We did a lot of the small town we live in. &lt;br /&gt;After we got back we went into the house got some leftovers, because we were hungry, then went down stairs to watch movies. Our other friends came over a little bit after the first movie (Lady in White) had started. After we were done with that movie we started another one, Rear Window. I kept falling asleep because it takes a little longer to get to the point, but when it did I was wide wake cuddling with my friends on the edge of my seat in suspense. We looked really funny all crammed on to the couch together. &lt;br /&gt;We didn't get done with our movie night till 1:00 in the morning hehehe then I woke up early to babysit my brothers while my mom went to our ward's Super Saturday, but I had fun so that is all the counts right? Well I do think I ate too much candy so I am a little sick so hence the picture of the puking pumpkin :)&lt;br /&gt;And in fact I am going to Brittany's house go have another late over (till 10:00 this time :) with the same people that were at Rachel's house last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a good Halloween! And don't eat to much candy, you will get sick! :D teehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4676740355375037619?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4676740355375037619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4676740355375037619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4676740355375037619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4676740355375037619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-of-halloween.html' title='The fun of Halloween'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQzxxQpeE8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gBIfz2hC4a0/s72-c/puking+pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-185947239752218773</id><published>2008-10-23T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:09:00.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQE8Q13lUII/AAAAAAAAAFE/krLhRFVOn9g/s1600-h/Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQE8Q13lUII/AAAAAAAAAFE/krLhRFVOn9g/s400/Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260552099781234818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep Halloween is coming up soon and my friend and I are excited! :) We are going to be goth/punk fairies. Don't ask us how we came up with the idea, we just did. Maybe it is because I have some WICKED fairy wings, maybe not. Our school might have a dance, but I don't think so. Tomorrow we are doing battle of the classes, and having some Halloween fun. Plus a bonus! We have a half day!!!! :) So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that your Halloweens are fun and spooky :) And that you guys are all safe as you go Trick-or-Treating! If some of you do go :) Some of you guys might just hand out the candy, and we Trick-or-Treaters love you for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-185947239752218773?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/185947239752218773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=185947239752218773&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/185947239752218773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/185947239752218773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SQE8Q13lUII/AAAAAAAAAFE/krLhRFVOn9g/s72-c/Pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3608472107776357679</id><published>2008-10-18T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:19:34.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McKensie'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>Today was the funeral of my beloved cousin McKensie. The service was beautiful, and the talks that we shared were powerful. Especially my uncle's. He has got the strongest testimony about this trial they are going through. He kept saying how he is not mad at God for taking his little princess. He understands. My aunt also kept saying that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way as the title of this post says, life does go on even if you feel empty inside and you still don't totally grasp what has happened. You may want life to stop so that you can morn and be sad, but it still goes on and God is there to comfort you. I think that I have cried more today then any time in my life. I will miss her but I know that God wanted her home and that it was her time to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way if this post sound scattered, it is because I am so emotionally drained and tired :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3608472107776357679?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3608472107776357679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3608472107776357679&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3608472107776357679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3608472107776357679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8980980978806693200</id><published>2008-10-12T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:50:21.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McKensie'/><title type='text'>May God guide this little angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SPI4e2px1DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SWyhzmuz5gw/s1600-h/McKensie+in+swimming+suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SPI4e2px1DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SWyhzmuz5gw/s400/McKensie+in+swimming+suit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256325817812767794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin McKensie died sometime around five this morning. She, as you may have read on my mom's blog, had AML(chemotherapy resistant leukemia). She had brain tumors that caused her daily pain. She is now in the arms of our Heavenly Father resting peacefully and without pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by my mom this morning, and she told me the news of her death. I cried and cried, and all I could think about was how Tiffany and Brandon are feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my Seminary class for all the prayers that they have given in her behalf, and we are all thankful for others that have prayed for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8980980978806693200?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8980980978806693200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8980980978806693200&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8980980978806693200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8980980978806693200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/10/may-god-guide-this-little-angel.html' title='May God guide this little angel'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SPI4e2px1DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SWyhzmuz5gw/s72-c/McKensie+in+swimming+suit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-116781331528231181</id><published>2008-10-08T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:14:14.069-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairy'/><title type='text'>I have people that love me!</title><content type='html'>hehehehe Yeah I know that I have people that love me, but I see it more and more all the time. I came home from school and my mom turned to me and said that Paulette liked my blog I told my mom to tell her thank you. I then walked to my room to go put my stuff away. My mom called me back into the office and said that she wasn't done telling me what else Paulette had to say. My mom then told me that Paulette liked the fairy that was on my blog. I looked at her quizzically and asked What fairy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then looked all over my blog, for a fairy. I knew that I had not put one on there, and I looked on the side bar and at the flowers. There was no fairy that I could see. My mom then told me to open a different internet browser, so I did. When My blog loaded I looked and low and behold that was a cute little PINK fairy. I smiled and told my mom to tell her thank you. Now I will just sit there and watch it fly on the screen. She had made me a little pink fairy and with the help of her brother they put it for me! I love my little fairy!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you big sis and Dave!!!! They are both wonderful! Thanks so much! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-116781331528231181?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/116781331528231181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=116781331528231181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/116781331528231181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/116781331528231181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-people-that-love-me.html' title='I have people that love me!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5042472367430773922</id><published>2008-09-30T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:12:20.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>God has blessed me with firends</title><content type='html'>Today in school I was in math class and I was just sitting there when all of the sudden, my friend Mia turns around and puts my calculator cover into my cup. (We can buy cups for 5 cents and we can then get drinks in class without having to leave.) But in doing so she put a huge slice into the side of it. I looked up at her and did my funny raise one eyebrow thing at her. She blushed, looked at the cup and said sorry. She then said that I should fill it up to see if it would still hold water. I looked at the slice and saw that it was long, more then it was wide so I did. It held the water just fine so I was pleased and returned back to my seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I was walking back to my desk, it started spilling out of the crack and going all over the place. I looked up at Mia in shock and she just laughed. I walked by her and nodded my head and said sarcastically, "Yeah... it will still hold water." She tried to grab the cup from my hands to get a drink but I pulled it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was gulping it down, so that the front of my shirt would not get any more wet for the cascade of water running down that side of it, she decided to push that cup up and make me choke on the water. I pulled the cup away from my face a coughed getting Mia wet in the process. She squeaked and that made the teacher look up at the both of us and say, "Any one caught throwing water in my class, all that are involved will get U's." I went pale white and sat back down too scared to defend us. I looked at Mia and almost cried! I could not get a U!!!!!! Number one because I have NEVER had a U, and secondly I would be kicked off Honor Society. I didn't want that! Mia just sighed looked at me and said that it was more of a warning then anything. She said that at least we were not mad at each other and that that was all that counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking... I learned a great lesson today. I learned that good friends are always going to be with you and stand through the thick and thin in life :) They are going to stand by your side in trouble and say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Man we screwed up, but gosh we had fun&lt;/span&gt; :) I am thankful that God gave me friends :) Even though they ruin my cup and get me and them all wet, I still love them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5042472367430773922?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5042472367430773922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5042472367430773922&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5042472367430773922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5042472367430773922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-has-blessed-me-with-firends.html' title='God has blessed me with firends'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7590167020017268886</id><published>2008-09-21T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:06:19.341-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New blog colors'/><title type='text'>I love pink :)</title><content type='html'>I love pink :)&lt;br /&gt;I just had a weird spurt of the brain I guess and decided to change my colors.... too pink for you??? Well I love it :)&lt;br /&gt; hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7590167020017268886?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7590167020017268886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7590167020017268886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7590167020017268886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7590167020017268886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-pink.html' title='I love pink :)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4247063435836558486</id><published>2008-09-13T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:59:12.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ditzy me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikes'/><title type='text'>Tandem Bikes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SMx9-l_lmaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tyowb-tYNQM/s1600-h/brinne%27s+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SMx9-l_lmaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tyowb-tYNQM/s400/brinne%27s+bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245706180283963810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today my brother and I were taking a bike ride around our town. We stopped by my friend house, because I wanted to talk to her. I asked if she would join us on our bike ride so she did. But instead of taking a different bike, she told me I was going to ride the tandem with her... k all that know me personally know that I am a coconut (brown on the outside, blond on the inside), and that I am a klutz. So I was hesitant to get on with her because she is a blond too. I mean she is blond truly, and at heart. :) She dragged me on to it, and before we even got on, we were having troubles... We rode down to the gas station to pump up the tires, then we rode around her neighbor hood. The people in their cars that we passed were laughing at us SOOOOO hard. I ended up holding my legs up so that she was the only one peddling. I am sure we were a sight for sore eyes. My brother who was riding along side of us was laughing really hard too :) Well that was my excitement for today :) I wonder what is next to ride... a unicycle? Maybe (she has one of those too hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4247063435836558486?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4247063435836558486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4247063435836558486&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4247063435836558486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4247063435836558486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/09/tandem-bikes.html' title='Tandem Bikes...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SMx9-l_lmaI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tyowb-tYNQM/s72-c/brinne%27s+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-122371483284284209</id><published>2008-09-11T18:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:16:28.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9-11'/><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SMm01fw7zYI/AAAAAAAAADk/ikhWyTxYMvo/s1600-h/9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SMm01fw7zYI/AAAAAAAAADk/ikhWyTxYMvo/s400/9-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244922072202464642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school, before we went to our 1st period, we went outside and listened to our Principal talk about 9-11. He talked about he sacrifices that those people made. He talked about people in the past that have given there lives to save others. Then two of our teachers raised the flag then took it back down to half staff. We watched in silence then we said the Pledge of Allegiance. My friend Played taps before we went inside. It was a very cool thing to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Seminary, my teacher talked about 9-11 also. He told us that he thought that after 9-11 it seemed our country came together more closely. I agree with him fully. He told us that one of the Prophets said that the most important word in the dictionary, is remember. We should never forget. He was on his mission in Taiwan at the time and people there watched the tragic thing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I felt that I should write about this experience. I hope that we all have a heart full of love for those who are remembering loved ones, and I hope we all have a prayer in our hearts too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-122371483284284209?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/122371483284284209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=122371483284284209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/122371483284284209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/122371483284284209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SMm01fw7zYI/AAAAAAAAADk/ikhWyTxYMvo/s72-c/9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-7940357061459338208</id><published>2008-09-07T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:35:21.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playlist'/><title type='text'>You decide</title><content type='html'>Ok, my music player has only room for ONE more song, before it reaches 100 songs. I can't decide what song to put on it. I have thought about it and thought about it, and can not come to a conclusion. So I have decided to ask you guys who read my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song would you want me to put on my playlist? Please post in the comments section and I will either pull a name and song out of a hat or I will pick what ever song I like best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your input!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-7940357061459338208?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/7940357061459338208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=7940357061459338208&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7940357061459338208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/7940357061459338208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-decied.html' title='You decide'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3613323530181965675</id><published>2008-09-03T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:38:02.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair cuts'/><title type='text'>My Bangs!</title><content type='html'>Well last night my wonderful hairdresser of a mom cut my hair. I got about 3 inches off and then I decided to do something crazy! I cut my bangs in a layered swept to the side look. I have had my bangs grown out for almost 3 years now, so today at school the bangs in my eye were bugging me!!!!! It is going to take sometime getting used to them but I love them any way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SL8ftp3WKcI/AAAAAAAAADY/cx-EuXxNv8A/s1600-h/My+bangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SL8ftp3WKcI/AAAAAAAAADY/cx-EuXxNv8A/s400/My+bangs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241943360475113922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the bangs in the picture are what mine look like)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3613323530181965675?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3613323530181965675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3613323530181965675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3613323530181965675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3613323530181965675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bangs.html' title='My Bangs!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SL8ftp3WKcI/AAAAAAAAADY/cx-EuXxNv8A/s72-c/My+bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1165592986595920391</id><published>2008-08-29T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:11:01.964-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>WOOHOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is FRIDAY!!!!!! I get to sleep in! I do love school but I like to sleep too :) Have a good weekend to all who read this!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1165592986595920391?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1165592986595920391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1165592986595920391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1165592986595920391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1165592986595920391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/woohoo.html' title='WOOHOO!!!!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-2299240364508537829</id><published>2008-08-28T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:29:50.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Well... I'm still alive :)</title><content type='html'>School has been alright. I am into the 2nd week, and doing just fine. I enjoy being the big bad kids in school now :) the little ones are afraid of us. hehehehe I think so far that seminary is the best class. My teacher is up-beat and energetic. He makes learning about the gospel fun :) He is really cool to be around. I also have two really WEIRD teachers they are REALLY hyper and loud and all over the place I brace myself every time I go into their classes. It is really weird to go from Seminary to go to my L.A. class because one is quiet and spiritual the other class has a crazy teacher that is SOOOOO hyper :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not involved in any sports so far, but come May I am going to try out for softball. I would do other sports but I missed volleyball (dang it!!!) and I can't play basketball, so that leaves wrestling... NOPE!!! We might be able to put a soccer team together so I might do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is still kind of taking off so we haven't done anything big. Which I am just fine with. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I am sure there are more updates to come soon  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-2299240364508537829?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/2299240364508537829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=2299240364508537829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2299240364508537829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/2299240364508537829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-im-still-alive.html' title='Well... I&apos;m still alive :)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6000093978647544924</id><published>2008-08-17T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:17:12.511-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- SpringWidgets | Countdown (#71) | Blogger | Generated on 08/17/2008 --&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowNetworking="all" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" height="153" width="167" id="springwidgets_71" align="middle" data="http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=Countdown.sbw" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=Countdown.sbw" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="param_eventDate=08-19-2008&amp;param_counterStyle=modern&amp;param_eventSkin=WhiteBoard&amp;param_eventTitle=School&amp;param_linkUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fspringwidgets.com%2Fwidgetize%2F71&amp;param_eventTime=22%3A13&amp;param_counterX=0&amp;param_counterY=0&amp;param_eventCustomSkin=" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="0x000000" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font:11px/12px arial;width:167px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.springwidgets.com/widgets/view/71/?param_eventDate=08-19-2008&amp;param_counterStyle=modern&amp;param_eventSkin=WhiteBoard&amp;param_eventTitle=School&amp;param_linkUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fspringwidgets.com%2Fwidgetize%2F71&amp;param_eventTime=22%3A13&amp;param_counterX=0&amp;param_counterY=0&amp;param_eventCustomSkin=&amp;width=167&amp;height=135" target="_blank"&gt;Get this widget!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know it is a little late to put this up but oh well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6000093978647544924?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6000093978647544924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6000093978647544924&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6000093978647544924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6000093978647544924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-this-widget-ok-i-know-it-is-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3890993425609022583</id><published>2008-08-15T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:28:04.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lagoon'/><title type='text'>Ok I know I just posted but....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SKW2UR3jKUI/AAAAAAAAADI/SW-IntF477Q/s1600-h/Catapult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SKW2UR3jKUI/AAAAAAAAADI/SW-IntF477Q/s400/Catapult.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234790601398102338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the Skycoaster again. This time we had three people go though. I still pulled the rip cord, Weston went again (he did it with me the first time) then my friend Brinne did it with us. We had the funnest time!!!!!!!! While we were having fun, Brinne and I decided to go on the Catapult. We did and it was really fun, but I still think the Skycoaster was better. :) The Harness is really tight. You buckle your self in with a seatbelt then they pull the blue harness down and then they pull another strap (you can see them in the picture the black line coming out from he catapult) and buckle you into the harness. They shoot you off when you are not expecting git and it is fun :) When we got off the catapult the guy asked us if we wanted to watch our movie, (they have a video recorder in the catapult). We watched the movie and laughed the whole time. I realized that I have a HUGE mouth when I scream.  he. . .he. . .he It was really big... it looked really bad too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I had fun and that is what counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3890993425609022583?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3890993425609022583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3890993425609022583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3890993425609022583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3890993425609022583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-know-i-just-posted-but.html' title='Ok I know I just posted but....'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SKW2UR3jKUI/AAAAAAAAADI/SW-IntF477Q/s72-c/Catapult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3293563608505757407</id><published>2008-08-15T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:47:32.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Am I ready? I dont't think so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SKWy8yZIdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/OxDsGsOJ9DQ/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SKWy8yZIdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/OxDsGsOJ9DQ/s400/school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234786899277149394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on the 19th and I am not ready for it to begin again. I want summer to last at least one more week :P But I know that it is not possible. It just means that sense we are starting earlier, we will get out for summer earlier again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post after my first day of school and tell you how it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3293563608505757407?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3293563608505757407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3293563608505757407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3293563608505757407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3293563608505757407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-i-ready-i-dontt-think-so.html' title='Am I ready? I dont&apos;t think so...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SKWy8yZIdNI/AAAAAAAAADA/OxDsGsOJ9DQ/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1360811560059295984</id><published>2008-08-12T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:57:31.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty close I think :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;&lt;font size=+1&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Mulan.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong and spirited. You're no one's girly girl; actually you are very determined person with a strong sense of self. Never let go of that! The only thing that equals your sense of self is your family, but the traditions of society can always be bent to protect something or someone you love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has told me that I am a tom boy :) She does say that I am a girly girl too though :) Any way this has got to be my favorite Disney movie out of all of them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1360811560059295984?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1360811560059295984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1360811560059295984&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1360811560059295984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1360811560059295984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Pretty close I think :)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1197905810221093566</id><published>2008-08-01T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:48:55.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pageant'/><title type='text'>The Castle Valley Pageant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SJN1Y4oDdGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bZAJt_AX8Hw/s1600-h/4060_castlevalleypag_st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SJN1Y4oDdGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bZAJt_AX8Hw/s400/4060_castlevalleypag_st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229652662684972130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Pageant is about the pioneers that came form San Pete county to settle Emery County. It is really awesome! I play an Indian the first four nights then I will be a pioneer for the last four. The pageant really opened my eyes about the county. It looks barren and desolate, but it is really a pretty place :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one who reads this, and has time or is able, should come! We have people from all over the state coming to see it. Last night we had a lot of people there, but Fridays and Saturdays always have the most people. &lt;br /&gt;There are signs for the pageant all over. Just before you go into the Spanish Fork Canyon there is a big sign talking about it. When you get into Emery County there are big orange signs all over so if you get lost just look for those :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are other instructions the address if you need a map here is a link, I hope it works :) If not tell me in the comments section.  http://www.lds.org/placestovisit/location/drive/1,10789,1782-1-1-4785+NORTH+DESBEE+DOVE+RDp-CASTLE+DALE-UTAH-84513,00.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4785 North Desbee Dove Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Castle Dale, Utah 84513&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phone number(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call Mark Justice at 435-687-2403 for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates:&lt;br /&gt;July 31; Aug 1-2, 5-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer village activities from 6:30 P.M. to 8:15 P.M. Pageant performances begin at 8:30 P.M. and last about an hour-and-a-half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cost:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pageant is really cool :) I know I have said that a lot in this post but it is so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1197905810221093566?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1197905810221093566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1197905810221093566&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1197905810221093566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1197905810221093566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/08/castle-valley-pageant.html' title='The Castle Valley Pageant'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SJN1Y4oDdGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bZAJt_AX8Hw/s72-c/4060_castlevalleypag_st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6749995691148423471</id><published>2008-07-25T14:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:58:25.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lagoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marching Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>Lagoon's Skycoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SIpUyAIYSVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7bW8ZkG__8/s1600-h/Lagoons+Sky+coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SIpUyAIYSVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7bW8ZkG__8/s400/Lagoons+Sky+coaster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227083535522220370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!!!! I had the time of my life yesterday!!!! I went to Lagoon with my Marching band after the Days of '47 parade. The parade was awesome even if we were 104 in line :) We were 105 last year. It did kick my butt though. I was very glad for the water at the end of the parade. hehehe  Any way I had an awesome time! My friends and I went on the Wicked, and it was worth the line... well kind of ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting closer to 8:30 (that was the time we had to meet back at the gate) and I was standing in line for the Samurai, and a couple of kids from our marching band were talking about how fun the Skycoaster was. I started thinking that the Skycoaster would be fun for me to go on too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to both of my friends that I was with, and they both refused one saying heck no and the other saying the she was afraid of heights. I was bummed, because I really wanted go. I looked up farther in line and saw my other friend. I called up to him and asked if he wanted to go with me, he slowly accepted and then got on the Samurai. He waited for me to get off the ride then we walked over to the Skycoaster entrance. We paid, got our tickets, then got dressed in the harness thingy. They asked which one us us was going to pull the rip cord. I looked at my friend and he shook his head. He didn't want to do it. While we waited for our turn and I was thinking to myself that I had officially passed the boundaries of being kind of insane to being extremely insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady called us up to our numbers at the gate. We were told to walk towards the platform thing and stand on it while the other 3 people (one of which was only 5 years old. My friend kept saying she was awesome I agreed) got unhooked. The workers asked us to trade places with the other people and stand so that we could be hooked up to the cable. They told us to lock our arms then garb our own wrist. What they didn't tell us was that they were going to drop the platform out from under us. We felt like we were going to fall flat on our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rechecked everything then they told us some instructions. I could not understand what she said so she told me that she was going to say 'fliers 3,2,1 FLY', then I was going to have to pull the rip cord. She said not to worry that there would be a speaker up at the top to listen to. The other guy said that when we passed the yellow box the first time, we could spread our arms and fly, after that they sent us up 143 feet into the air. The weird thing was that I felt secure up there in the air in the harness..... yes I know I am insane. teehee :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were almost to the top I said to my friend that we were almost to the top he told me not to remind him. We were both excited and scared at the same time. We sat there for a second then we heard the lady's voice over the speakers saying 'Ok Fliers 3,2,1 FLY!' I kind of freaked out that moment, and could not grab the rip cord. I reached back for the rip cord again then I screamed and he yelled the whole way down. We passed the yellow box and he would not let go of my arm I yelled at him and told him to let go. He did; I think he was in shock and that is why he didn't let go, but I am glad he went with me I would have not gone alone I would have been to chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done they told us to grab the loop we both yelled 'What loop?' It was a tiny loop and sense my arms are to short my friend had to grab it. :) Thanks Weston :) We made it back to the platform and made our way back to the waiting area. When we were getting our harnesses off the guy asked me if I had had fun. I told him it was the most thrill I had had in my entire life he chuckled then asked me what ride we were going on next. I told him we were going to go on Wicked again. We did and it was just as fun as the first time. At least I thought it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home the bus had tire problems so instead of getting home at 1:00 am I got home and 4:00 am. :P I slept in till 1:30 in the afternoon, and I am still tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6749995691148423471?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6749995691148423471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6749995691148423471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6749995691148423471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6749995691148423471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/07/lagoons-skycoaster.html' title='Lagoon&apos;s Skycoaster'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SIpUyAIYSVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7bW8ZkG__8/s72-c/Lagoons+Sky+coaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8030610641818342983</id><published>2008-07-18T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:23:03.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free books'/><title type='text'>If you want a free book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SIDDWok74tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JKc_PYRxriU/s1600-h/Farworld_Water%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SIDDWok74tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JKc_PYRxriU/s400/Farworld_Water%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224390361366651602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom lead me to a blog that has a contest for young writers where you can win a free signed copy of Far World by J. Scott Savage. You can go and get the contest rules at http://thewriteblocks@blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it and I think it is a good idea :) My mom has read the book and really liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8030610641818342983?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8030610641818342983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8030610641818342983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8030610641818342983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8030610641818342983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-want-free-book.html' title='If you want a free book...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SIDDWok74tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JKc_PYRxriU/s72-c/Farworld_Water%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5835383521664758421</id><published>2008-07-13T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:35:20.249-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Activity'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Well I just got back form a Super Activity that I went on with my ward. I was SOOOOOOO fun :) The girls I was with stayed up all night... well I have to say I did too. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what we did:&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 4:30 in the morning and met at our church so that we could be to Welfare Square on time. When we got to Welfare Square we did service (I worked on the grounds with my friends), then we went on a tour. We learned that the wheat building that you pass by on the freeway is the only original building from the 1930s and that it only took 15 days to build. WOW if you ask me. Then we ate lunch and took off the the Humanitarian Aid building. There we spent three hours packing little kits with towels and mask. It was fun :) We talked while working and joked with our group. We went on a tour there it was fun too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our hotel room we decided to go to the Mall that was across the freeway so that we could get something we needed for the prank we did later that night. We left with out telling our leader (on accident). While we were walking over the bridge that went over the free way we looked over and low and behold there was our bishop his truck with his wife and kids.... oops. We walked the rest of the way there got what we needed and walked back. When we got to our room our leader came out of her room and yelled at us down the hall, &lt;br /&gt;"GIRLS WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" we ran into our room and slammed the door, but the lock was in the way and it came flying back open hehehe. She came in and was yelling at us, but she had a hard time keeping a straight face. She started smiling and it turns out the bishop had told her. After we were at the hotel for a little bit we went to a Bees game. it was good (besides the drunk people surrounding all sides off us :P) They played the Sacramento River Cats. They were losing and it was horrible, but then in the last inning the Bees hit a home run and we won!!!! It was cool. &lt;br /&gt;After we got back from the game we talked to the bishop about the prank and he said yes. When the boys were swimming we put silly string and toilet paper all over the room , plus we ripped up napkins and put them all over the place. (yes I know we are mean, but the funny thing was that a girl from our group, her mom gave her the idea for the prank :) While we were doing that we asked a girl to call the service desk to have awake up call go to their room for 3 in the morning.  Then we went swimming after we were done. While we were swimming the boys forced their way into the room and dumped all of our things out on our beds, and hid our shoes behind the bed table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was three we decided to go to their room and sit outside the door with pillows and listen to the wake up call. We all sat there for 4 minutes and the wake up call didn't work. So one of the girls put her cell phone in the room on high and closed the door. It still didn't wake them up. So when we went in to get the phone one of the guys woke up and touched the back of one of the girls. We all ran to the elevator and left the one girl locked in the room alone. (we sent her to go in after the phone because her brother was in the room) We came back for her and left after she was outside the room.(we were not planing on doing anything besides listening to the wake up call. We fully didn't intend to send one of the girls in their room) &lt;br /&gt;We wondered what was up with the wake up call, so we had the service desk send one to the beehives. We called and told them it was time to get up. We went to their room to check on them and two of 6 were up. We told that they had to get ready for the morning side. They looked at the clock and noticed that it was only 4 in the morning. They went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up the rest of the night and had fun. We went and got hot chocolate, then went to the vending machine. When we went to the vending machine we forgot our key and so we were locked outside the room. Smart aren't we :). We went down to the desk and asked for our key. We went back into our room and talked the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;We went to a morning side the next morning and had a BYU football player talk to us about avoiding sin. He did a really awesome job. We went to the temple at noon, then ate dinner after wards. We then went home and slept the whole way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun trip and we had fun. The boys didn't really get mad at us neither did the Beehives. We all told them sorry and they still love us so I guess we are good :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yep that was my weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5835383521664758421?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5835383521664758421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5835383521664758421&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5835383521664758421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5835383521664758421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8526350032100098845</id><published>2008-07-09T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:55:19.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogthings'/><title type='text'>Yep I agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Date An Australian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/australia.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a down to earth, outdoorsy kind of girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you need a guy who can keep up with your adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rugged Austrailian guy is just your style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start learning how to surf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did say that I liked Australia didn't I? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8526350032100098845?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8526350032100098845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8526350032100098845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8526350032100098845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8526350032100098845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/07/yep-i-agree.html' title='Yep I agree'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3170535447745417731</id><published>2008-07-02T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:36:12.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SG1GCg1VzOI/AAAAAAAAABw/bCNmXKb0EtI/s1600-h/4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SG1GCg1VzOI/AAAAAAAAABw/bCNmXKb0EtI/s400/4th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218904552179616994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say to every one HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!!! I always enjoy the 4th of July. The fire works, the flags, the parades, all the red, white, and blue, the Barbeque's, but not the heat. :) I am looking forward to the parade that I will be marching in. I told you about that already so I won't go into it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put the lyrics for one of my favorite patriotic song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Hymn Of The Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine eyes have seen the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the coming of the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is trampling out the vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the grapes of wrath are stored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has loosed the fateful lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of his terrible swift sword,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His truth is marching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, Glory Hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, Glory Hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory, Glory Hallelujah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His truth is marching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has sounded forth the trumpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shall never call retreat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sifting out the hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before His judgment seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be swift my soul to answer him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be jubilant my feet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is marching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beauty of the lilies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ was born across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a glory in his bosom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That transfigures you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As He died to make men Holy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us die to make men free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His truth is marching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star Spangled Banner is another favorite of mine. In elementary school we sang it  every day then we did the Pledge of Allegiance. It meant a lot of me to do that. Then when we moved to a different school, they only did the Pledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope all of you enjoy or enjoyed (depends on when you read this:) your 4th of July weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3170535447745417731?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3170535447745417731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3170535447745417731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3170535447745417731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and has milliseconds. :) hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4412854276055961503?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4412854276055961503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4412854276055961503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4412854276055961503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4412854276055961503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-wait.html' title='I CAN&amp;#39;T WAIT'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4852020125145443242</id><published>2008-06-24T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:42:36.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marching Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Up date! (Marching Band and life, plus writing)</title><content type='html'>Hello I am have not blogged in a little while and I decided that I would. I am going to do an up date about couple things. Here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching Band: We finally got off the wonderful brake that our band director gave us. It was a good two weeks of sleeping in, and now I am back to waking up ridiculously early. :) We practiced our new song called &lt;em&gt;Patriotic Spectacular&lt;/em&gt; for our parade on the 4th this morning like we did yesterday morning. But today our director decided to make us march again down the street from the high school. We marched farther and faster then we did the first week. It was horrible!!!!! The bass drum kept slowing me down and getting me out of line. When we got back from marching I collapsed on the front lawn! I came home and slept for 3 hours.... It was glorious!!! Don't get me wrong I absolutely LOVE Marching Band! It is just a lot of hard work in the early morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: I am having a pretty good summer and have enjoyed the more time I have to read and write! I was in a cleaning mood and decided to CLEAN my room. If you have or know any teenagers you understand that their type of clean does not match Parents type of clean... well I turned that around yesterday, at least for me I did. My room is now spotless and no it is not all stuffed under my bed or in my closet. It passed my moms inspection so I am good! All of my clothes are hung up in my closet or are in the dresser. My brothers' rooms are all still pig styes though. I woke up this morning to my clean room and thought that it felt so empty. I think it is better to have and empty feeling room then to have a messy full feeling room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGd0vZFOKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UcdiLH6YTjs/s1600-h/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGd0vZFOKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UcdiLH6YTjs/s320/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215623372872169634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of these pictures of my room turned out crappy, but oh well... All the things behind my head board are blankets not junk :) such a pretty room isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGef70qEMI/AAAAAAAAABY/Rq9gRj4Q6Sw/s1600-h/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGef70qEMI/AAAAAAAAABY/Rq9gRj4Q6Sw/s320/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215624114943430850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my desk... you couldn't even see the surface of it, and I am sure that my turtle was very scared of things crowding the side of her tank, let alone things almost falling in it. Now it only has my books lined up on the side of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGfXE6IwnI/AAAAAAAAABg/JgS02iXRO2c/s1600-h/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGfXE6IwnI/AAAAAAAAABg/JgS02iXRO2c/s320/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215625062275138162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is, or was I should say, the dresser of doom..... I could not find anything in it or on top of it. Now I can see where all of my jewelry body sprays, and other things are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing: I have come up with some AWESOME ideas for my new story I have decided to write! I have the first chapter and the first sentence of the second chapter. I know that that doesn't seem like a lot but I am proud of myself for coming up with such an awesome, or at least my mom and I think, story idea. I got my writing abilities from my mom, but I also got my passion for writing from her too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4852020125145443242?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4852020125145443242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4852020125145443242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4852020125145443242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4852020125145443242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-date-marching-band-and-life-plus.html' title='Up date! (Marching Band and life, plus writing)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/SGGd0vZFOKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/UcdiLH6YTjs/s72-c/Pics+from+a+lot+of+places+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4174165533303077286</id><published>2008-06-13T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:36:30.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual things'/><title type='text'>After Girls Camp jitters :)</title><content type='html'>I got back from Girls Camp at about 2 o'clock this afternoon. I had an amazing time. The food was GREAT, the activities were awesome and I had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some very cool experiences there. My testimony of prayer grew. I was snipe hunting with some of my ward (hehehehe it was fun), and I fell through a pokey bush. It hurt, and I can not believe I didn't see it :) Any way I had had a scarf on when I fell through the bush, and didn't notice that it was gone until we were ready to go back to camp and get some sleep. I could not leave without it because it had special meaning to me. A friend and I stayed after to look for it. We checked all of the places I had gone, including the bush, and could not find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were looking around the bush I had fallen in, I fell in a very deep critter hole that 2 other girls from my ward and a leader had fallen in also. My shoe got stuck and I tried to pull it out, but I only succeeded in pulling my foot out of my boot. I reached down to grab it but the girl that I was with smacked my hand out of the way and said that she didn't want me to stick my hand in there. That she would carry me back to camp and come in the morning to get my shoe out with a stick. I looked at her and shook my head, (I was trying to get my shoe out the hole the whole time she was talking… it was not working) and said to her that if my shoe was not coming out with my hand it was not going to come out with a stick. I reached back in and retrieved my shoe after pulling really hard on it. I put it back on and left, sadly, without my scarf. I was really worried that I was not going to find it and I said numerous prayers that I would find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the 1st and 4th years went on a hike. We walked right past were I had lost my scarf, but I didn't have enough time to go look for it again, so I my other friend I was hiking with if she would pray that I would find it. She said ok, and when we stopped to rest later she prayed that I would find it. After we hiked a mile, most of the girls went on to go another 1/2 a mile. I was feeling really crappy, and sick so I turned back with a leader and hiked back to camp. When we got to the place where I had lost my scarf on the way back, I asked if I could look for it again. My leader kindly said yes, I went off to look for it. I came back empty handed and I decided to show the famous hole that the 4 of us had fallen in. She was amazed at the depth and when she looked up she pointed over to a place that was partially hidden by the bush. Lying there was my scarf. I was so happy and grateful. I walked back to camp with a smile on my face, and a bigger testimony of prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a devotional Thursday, and it was wonderful. The stake leaders had made three different Iron Rods leading to the same place. When my ward were put on the Iron rod we walked past the River of Unclean Waters and the Great and Spacious Building just fine. Then we got to a place were there was one stake leader that told us to put on the eye covers we had, and it was supposed to represent the mist of darkness. We walked without our site to guide us. We all held fast to the Iron Rod and when we got to the end, one of our leaders was there to embrace us. She said to me in my ear, good job Laurel, welcome home, partake of the fruit. We sat down around a tree that had white lights on it and read a note that our leaders had wrote to us. Then we ate Tree Top fruit snacks, they represented the fruit of the tree. It was an amazing night. Our Stake President talked to us and he sang with one of the stake leaders. It is a night I will ALWAYS remember. (Iron Rod scriptures 1st Nephi 8:1-35) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Girls Camp. It will always have a special place in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4174165533303077286?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4174165533303077286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4174165533303077286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4174165533303077286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4174165533303077286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-girls-camp-jitters.html' title='After Girls Camp jitters :)'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1686862746528992707</id><published>2008-06-10T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:03:47.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Camp'/><title type='text'>Girls Camp</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am headed out to the great outdoors to go camping with my stake. My stake has girls camp really early, way earlier then other wards I have been in. We are going to be camping for 3 days, once again a day shorter then I am use to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, besides that I have been looking forward to this for a long time. I always feel the spirit at camp strongly. Testimony meetings are full of tears, but are special to me and always will be. In my old ward we had what you called Destinies. It is where the stake comes down from their camps and we gather together and have a spiritual meeting. The first night's meeting is always the best. I love them and I am sad that this ward does not have them.&lt;br /&gt;Last year at girls camp, the stake presidency decided to wait and dedicate the camp till we were all there. It was amazing. Then one ward got really sick and all of the leaders were sick and all but 4 girls were sick. It was horrible. After one of the activities the 4 girls who were not sick knelt in a meadow and prayed that their ward would get well and would not get anyone else sick. At dinner that evening, their whole ward was there and they were all well. I know that prayers work and that was just another witness to me that they are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exicted to go, and in fact I should be packing right now teehee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1686862746528992707?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1686862746528992707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1686862746528992707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1686862746528992707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1686862746528992707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-camp.html' title='Girls Camp'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3104665996172085280</id><published>2008-06-05T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:48:46.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music videos'/><title type='text'>Its my Life</title><content type='html'>I really like this song!!! My mom and I agree that Bon Jovi gets better looking as he gets older. :) hehehe I think all teenagers or any one could relate to this song.... or teenagers want to right? If that makes sense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g50vzZzAja0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g50vzZzAja0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3104665996172085280?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3104665996172085280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3104665996172085280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3104665996172085280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3104665996172085280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-life.html' title='Its my Life'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4095335452674648120</id><published>2008-06-04T13:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:33:25.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marching Band'/><title type='text'>School is out and Marching band is in...</title><content type='html'>School got out on May 23rd. So that is my excuse for not writing on my blog or writing my story.....it as been really busy. The last day of school was fun, I got to hang out with my friends and part all night!!!! Ok... maybe not all night :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching band has been fun... when I am not banging my fingers on the rim of the drum... owe!!!!! I play the violin, but it is not a Marching Band instrument, so they stuck me on the smallest bass drum. The bass drum is still too big and it hurts my back like crazy!!! It makes me feel like I am pregnant. Or at least I think so :) The uniform is black and yellow. It is the high school colors, and the uniform is heavy plus marching in black is not my idea of fun, it will be a killer to march in. AND having the bass drum on my chest isn't going to help. Our first parade is this Saturday the 7th. We've only had a week to work on the song we sound pretty good, but having been on the drum for only a week is well... I am going to suck and mess up cadence just to put it to you straight :) teehee I will try not to mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will put a picture of me in my uniform up later tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4095335452674648120?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4095335452674648120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4095335452674648120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4095335452674648120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4095335452674648120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-is-out-and-marching-band-begins.html' title='School is out and Marching band is in...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8179685675235191930</id><published>2008-04-30T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:42:10.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>School is fun...</title><content type='html'>I am here in 3rd hour doing nothing, because I am done with my Core Test. Life has been good and I am doing well. We have about 16 days of school left to go!!! I can't wait until we are done with the school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new book. All of my friends have told me to read it so I have. I LOVE it! It is called the Ranger's Apprentice by John Flanagan. I am almost done with the first one, and can't wait to read the second one. All seven of them are written, but only 4 are out in the United States. In fact two of my friends are sitting next to me reading the 4th one right now... I should be reading too, but I wanted to take a break and write on my blog that I keep forgetting to write on. teehee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8179685675235191930?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8179685675235191930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8179685675235191930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8179685675235191930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8179685675235191930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-is-fun.html' title='School is fun...'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-3961167532002873284</id><published>2008-04-16T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:45:33.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we reached an amazing wind speed of 50 mph where I live. It was blowing things all over the palce. My friend's basketball stand blew over onto another guys truck... 3 times. It was so strong that it was bowing our windows. Walking home from school was like walking to a tornado. My violin was trying to blow away too. My friends say that it is like this all the time here. It was howling all night long, and that made it really hard to sleep soundly. It was a really cold wind too. It ripped up our tarp thingy so now it is in shreds. Let me just say that I really hate the wind. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-3961167532002873284?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/3961167532002873284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=3961167532002873284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3961167532002873284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/3961167532002873284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/04/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-5145533575028189409</id><published>2008-04-08T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:16:42.223-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random things'/><title type='text'>Absolutely (teehee) nothing</title><content type='html'>Just as the title says I am blogging on absolutely nothing. Don't ask me why I just am having a very random day. I have been home sick with something and have gone out of my mind sitting around watching movies and taking a nebulizer every 3 hours. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of good things that came out of me being sick was one, my mom had her built in babysitter at home so she could write with out the little ones bugging her, and two was that I got to finish a very good book. It is by K.L. Fogg and is called Serpent Tide. I really loved it. I asked my brother to go back to school and check out the 2nd one. He came back with what I thought was the 2nd one, so I started to read it. As I got to about the third chapter I was wondering why I didn't really understand what was going on. It turns out my brother was mistaken and got me the third one instead. Oh well... I am just going to have to wait till I can get the 2nd one myself. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way I think I am done rambling now. :) teehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-5145533575028189409?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/5145533575028189409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=5145533575028189409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5145533575028189409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/5145533575028189409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/04/absolutely-nothing.html' title='Absolutely (teehee) nothing'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-9109485369286711421</id><published>2008-03-25T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:43:32.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For friends'/><title type='text'>Marshmallow....</title><content type='html'>I am blogging on marshmallows just for my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows are made up of sugar or corn syrup, water, gelatin that has been pre-softened in hot water, dextrose, and flavorings, whipped to a spongy consistency. Marshmallows used to be made of an extract from the mucilaginous root of the marshmallow plant, a shrubby herb (Althaea officinalis). The mucilaginous helped soothe sore throats. (I think that is cool you may have been able to eat marshmallows when you were sick! we can't do that any more) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is known that the Egyptians use to make marshmallows out of honey and marshmallow root, and it is the earliest known use to us. The marshmallow root was used up until the 1800's then gelatin replaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roasting marshmallows is popular in the United States, Canada, Australia and the UK. To roast a marshmallow, you either put it on a stick, skewer, or some people use antlers. Then you turn it around till it is golden brown. Some people like it burnt though. S'mores are made by placing a toasted marshmallow on top of a slice of chocolate which is placed between two graham crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use marshmallows in many many recipes. They are tasty and are always yummy to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-9109485369286711421?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/9109485369286711421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=9109485369286711421&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/9109485369286711421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/9109485369286711421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/03/marshmallow.html' title='Marshmallow....'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4329935987270186971</id><published>2008-03-13T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:04:02.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>BFF's</title><content type='html'>On my mom's blog, she wrote about her BFF. She got the idea from another blog, so I am going to write about my BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Megan, and we've have been Best buds since we knocked each other on our butts in 5th grade. We were walking/running to the lunch line I was going one way she the other and we ran into each other not really meaning too. We got up and instead of yelling at each other we smiled and started to talk. It turns out she was born in Long Beach California. She has a sister, a huge Great Dane/ Black lab, and I think 6 cats. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really bad at being quite... the first time she came over we started to dance and sing. Well lets just say we caused some problems with that.&lt;br /&gt;We also liked to roller blade down steep hills in my neighbor hood, and we got locked in the food storage room... we pushed the door shut and my brother hit it so hard that is got pushed in and jammed. We talk a lot on the phone too. My mom gets mad at me for talking to much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can say with out a doubt we are very crazy! We are alike in so many ways but different too. It makes the friendship funner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have moved, we still keep in touch and miss each other terribly. I want her to know that I love her tons and that we &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be friends forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank my other friends that have done sososososososo much for me every day that I am with them. I love them too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4329935987270186971?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4329935987270186971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4329935987270186971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4329935987270186971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4329935987270186971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/03/bffs.html' title='BFF&apos;s'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1830394648327028654</id><published>2008-02-18T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:51:03.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>I WON!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I entered into a writing contest with my mom earlier this year. We just got back the results for the Dragon Comet/Oddesy short story contest, and I took first place in one category, and my mom took third place in another! We are so proud of ourselves. I worked really really hard on my short story. It took months to writer, with lots of head banging and Tylenol. My mom was wonderful to me and edited it for me. THANK YOU MOM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow I am bouncy and energetic now! I am going to be hapy the rest of the day. I am so so so HAPPY! This is my first writing contest and award!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all of you who supported me and helped me with this! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1830394648327028654?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1830394648327028654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1830394648327028654&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1830394648327028654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1830394648327028654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-won.html' title='I WON!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-1013121441405338624</id><published>2008-01-31T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:26:25.995-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klutzy me'/><title type='text'>Klutzy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/R7oA5HayKUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/uy1FuNz4n10/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168444503604996418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/R7oA5HayKUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/uy1FuNz4n10/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At school, I broke my ankle falling off the bleachers. Oh dear me... I can't stay on my feet at all. Earlier that day I had slipped on the snow, then I fell on my history teacher during the first assembly. My history teacher is 6'4... he is a big guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the gym for the second time that day, and I needed to go out to get my violin before the busses got there. I got up and started going down the bleachers. The bleachers are steep so started to catch some air. On the 2nd to last bleacher, I tripped and fell. My friend started to walk over to me and he asked if I was alright. Not wanting lots of attention drawn to myself I said I was fine and hobbled out of the gym doors. My ankle hurt really bad so I sat down in the lunch room and started cry. My friend was with and ran to go get somebody when the gym teacher, who saw me fall, came out and ran over me. He picked me up and helped me walk to the office. They sat me down and went to go get a teacher to help give me a blessing. I started to hyperventilate and freak out. One of my teachers who was there with me was about ready to smack me over the head... she could not get me to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the buses came they ran out to tell my bus driver I was riding home with the other driver. My new driver came inside and said that she was an EMT. She tried to have me put pressure on her hand by pushing it with my foot, but I couldn't. We got on the bus and she drove me to the clinic. My mom met us there. I got off and got x-rays of my foot. They said it was sprained. (We later found out it was broken, but that's a different story.) I went home with crutches, a brace, and some pain killers that make me loopy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats was my big adventure. Sorry about the picture. The flash made my BIG huge bruise go white...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-1013121441405338624?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/1013121441405338624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=1013121441405338624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1013121441405338624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/1013121441405338624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/01/klutzy-me.html' title='Klutzy me'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/R7oA5HayKUI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/uy1FuNz4n10/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-4359577326114014687</id><published>2008-01-02T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:21:53.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I am red!</title><content type='html'>Last night I dyed my hair. I am now a dark auburn. It is not permenet and it will wash out in 8-10 shampooings, but hey I am now RED!!! I am naturally a medium brown with blue eyes and lots of freckles. So the red with the blue eyes and the freckles looks good. At leats I think so. I had fun doing it and the dye has a fruity smell. :) yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-4359577326114014687?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/4359577326114014687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=4359577326114014687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4359577326114014687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/4359577326114014687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-red.html' title='I am red!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-8280823380611814163</id><published>2008-01-01T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:58:41.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'>New Years</title><content type='html'>Boy... I STILL feel stuffed. I think I ate too much food, well I know I ate too much food. I ate like a horse. But besides that, I had a very fun New Years. We ate home made pizza (I made it :) We also had snack galore, and fire works. We talked and played games. We had family friends over. I didn't get to bed till 1:05. I am bushed. I think I am going to take a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; long nap... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-8280823380611814163?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/8280823380611814163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=8280823380611814163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8280823380611814163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/8280823380611814163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='New Years'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295156899331495751.post-6800471137392314647</id><published>2008-01-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:34:08.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Hello my name is Laurel. As the title says I am a KLUTZ!!!!!! I can't walk over a flat surface with out falling. :) I hope you enjoy this blog and keep coming back for updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings about me...&lt;br /&gt;I play the violin and I am the ONLY one in a band, yes I said BAND! I have 5 brothers and no sisters. I just had a birthday on the 10th of December. I live in Utah and have lived here since I was born. I like to bake and cook. I think of it as a stress relief. My favorite thing to bake is Chocolate Chip Cookies. My family loves them and the cookies NEVER stay on the pan for more then a few minutes. I just moved and am getting use to the change. It is a SMALL place and I like bigger places more. I write and just finished my first short story. My mom along with her short story sent it off the LTUE BYU contest. I am all jittery and hope that it does well. I like to talk and when I get going it is hard to stop... hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I hope you like the blog and keep coming back for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295156899331495751-6800471137392314647?l=laureljefferies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/feeds/6800471137392314647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295156899331495751&amp;postID=6800471137392314647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6800471137392314647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295156899331495751/posts/default/6800471137392314647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laureljefferies.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Poptart (Laurel)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04863809285174432976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8qP9yyv4C04/S0PP2l7rukI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_rZ_J2LIr54/S220/December+%2709+random+012.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
