<?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-2703775555212478962</id><updated>2011-11-11T15:41:47.950-08:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYA9Q6PzFdA/TjjQ7djadsI/AAAAAAAAApc/MsOUzw0V6n4/s320/beautiful.jpg'/><title type='text'>Stephie.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7263789976475740505</id><published>2011-11-11T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:41:47.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Old Man..</title><content type='html'>Dear Old Man...&lt;div&gt;Who comes into my work often. We have never spoken before yet today you were quite fond of me. Thank you for the candy but I don't know why you would think a man as old and creepy looking as you with tattoos and missing teeth would think I a young 23 year old would be interested in you. It is beyond me. No I don't want you to ask me about my interests and hobbies. No I don't want to give you my number so you can take me on a date. I all of the sudden hate BBQ now. Thank you. No I don't want your number and I will NOT be calling you if I get bored. Silly me to think you wanted a high five after I very bluntly said No I don't want to go out or give my number out when you creepily just wanted to size up my hand. Gross. Please never talk to me again or even look in my direction next time you come in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life should be a Reality TV Show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7263789976475740505?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7263789976475740505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7263789976475740505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7263789976475740505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7263789976475740505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-old-man.html' title='Dear Old Man..'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2501571107365120812</id><published>2011-10-15T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:08:40.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Bites...</title><content type='html'>like a rabid dog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vent session is needed. This past week has been a whirlwind of meeting new people specifically 3 guys. To keep everything clear we'll start with the 1st one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met "Scott" at a church function a week ago and we hung out the whole night and the next morning. He got my number we went our separate ways until that evening when HE called me and invited me to a FAMILY birthday party. After the party we went and saw a movie with his friend and my friend. Low and behold he says so are you gonna be my cuddle buddy blah blah blah. The cuddling was mild. Basically sitting close and some arm tickling. Whoopi. We end the night with a smile on my face none the less. Then comes Sunday when "Scott" texts me and says things are going too fast and he just wants to be friends. He dtr'ed(define the relationship) me after 2 days. Wow. This past week he has contacted me first each day and we've hung out twice as "friends" BUT the guy has the balls to text me one day and say he needs a cuddle/make out buddy. JERK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kevin" and I have been texting for quite some time and see each other every so often and just recently he asked me out on a date. Noo he didn't call. He texted. Noo he didn't pick me up. He asked me to meet him there. Heart of gold but where is the chivalry? Your quite a bit older and don't understand that aspect yet...hmm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got set up with "Dan" on a blind date for today. "Dan" texts me Friday asking me if I want to get a treat the next day. I give him the benefit of the doubt for texting and say yes. Then "Dan" asks me to meet him there. Again give him the benefit of the doubt with the whole blind date thing. Saturday comes and I get a text saying theres a change of plans and I'm welcome to come with him on a family outing or that we can meet later. I chose meet later. Except I may have lied and said my battery on my car died just to get him to be gentlemen to pick me up. "Dan" sets the time for 3 only to show up at 3:30. Does NOT open my door and the date goes on to ice cream and awkward conversation. 45 minutes later he drops me off in the parking lot next to my house cause he wants to go shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have low value tattooed on my forehead or are guys blind?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't get any of this nonsense. Where are all the chivalrous MEN!? Im so over BOYS. Immature. Jerky. Not competent BOYS. I am so over the dating scene. I am beyond annoyed being treated the way I have been treated. The last time I have been called up, picked up and treated like I was on a date was in MAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you're not being treated with love and respect, check your price tag. Perhaps you have marked yourself down. It's you who tells people what you're worth by what you accept. Get off the clearance rack and get behind the glass where they keep the valuables! Learn to value yourself more! If you don't, no one else will!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know of my worth and I know I am a great catch! I know these guys are missing out on something great. One day it will all make sense but right now I am over the dating scene. I am over putting myself out there and being friendly just to receive experiences like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The question is is it wrong to tell a guy when he texts you that you would like a phone call or is it wrong to tell a guy you deserve to be picked up and not "met"??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over Dating!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2501571107365120812?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2501571107365120812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2501571107365120812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2501571107365120812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2501571107365120812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating-bites.html' title='Dating Bites...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-4795373996793250782</id><published>2011-10-02T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:32:15.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is LONG overdue. Back in May I went on a trip with my dad and grandma back east. First stop was Pennsylvania. No one really knows this about me but I am a lover of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;history, especially the civil war. Back when I was a kid it was a way that my dad and I bonded. We have been planning this trip since I was a little girl and finally made it a reality this past May. Out first stop was Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. Such a cute little town! Side note...had NO clue they had a college there. We spent a couple days there first. The night we got there we walked around downtown which is so quant and felt like a movie set. Buildings would have plaques stating it was historic and the history behind it. Some buildings still had bullet holes from the war in them. The 2nd day we went down to the history center they have, walked around the museum, watched a movie and then had the opportunity to get a guide to drive us around for a few hours to the sites around and give a history report on everything. That night we went on a "ghost" tour through the town...such a bust. Wouldn't ever waste my money ever again on something so lame. With out further adieu I have a major overload of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(these are in no particular order and after bout 10 pictures of trying to arrange them I stopped so theres less to look through now )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/-89qYHC2ugTg/Tok3cM6dENI/AAAAAAAAArk/mHoz9wrWAV0/s320/P5111268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659115364410003666" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this is the Pennsylvania monument that our tour guide wouldn't stop so I could get a decent picture. It is the largest monument on the grounds.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1irFiUYKeXw/Tok3b_UsbzI/AAAAAAAAArc/8VpaCg_CAWA/s320/P5111261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659115360761966386" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This is a statue/monument of Robert E. Lee who was the Confederate leader/general. He is my many greats grandpas cousin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62cD_FE3MB4/Tok3blWgpjI/AAAAAAAAArU/dYx1C_LGgM0/s320/P5111251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659115353790260786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Replica cannons of what the soldiers would of used)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-ysYd8XwOmE0/Tok3bUzngFI/AAAAAAAAArM/8PAY6XXlrhY/s320/P5111242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659115349348941906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The union soldiers uniforms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-M8vw7yHmV1U/TokEjRAkqNI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-AWGmniK0Cw/s320/P5111210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659059410675476690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(in downtown Gettysburg, there were plaques everywhere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-iAIsup-hhCw/TokEjiiJKDI/AAAAAAAAAqs/46vTwnwYYIA/s320/P5111266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659059415379683378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this is at top of one of the big battles. The north was sure they were going to loose with the low numbers they had but end up winning and had a prime spot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-rS6KhIwr7As/TokEjCJcwLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/441AfI-HXKo/s320/P5121270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659059406686175410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the houses were so amazing! I loved everything about them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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/-7b8HUQUgzLo/TokEig2WkPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/m38S2q5Paro/s320/P5111255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659059397747708146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(One of the many statues we have pictures in front of...don't remember the significance of this one...oops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-GmGCJbJbpeQ/TokC0LyK-jI/AAAAAAAAAqE/nnMzGDU-uRE/s320/P5111246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659057502307416626" /&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/--WMpXls8PNY/TokCz_aFTpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A1wA_kOqxeA/s320/P5111234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659057498985156242" /&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/-gg0rWhd__Ik/TokCziTGnPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/z-AyKWT6wSA/s320/P5111233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659057491171253490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(In the museum..the Confederate soldiers uniforms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-4QQkesRDSIQ/TokCzHGJg3I/AAAAAAAAApk/YUrDr2vDW1o/s320/P5111202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659057483869160306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next stop Antietam....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-4795373996793250782?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/4795373996793250782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=4795373996793250782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4795373996793250782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4795373996793250782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/10/pennsylvania.html' title='Pennsylvania'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89qYHC2ugTg/Tok3cM6dENI/AAAAAAAAArk/mHoz9wrWAV0/s72-c/P5111268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1165488568452262894</id><published>2011-10-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T14:29:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I won’t apologize for being a little less than happy for once because I’ve learned not to apologize for my emotions over the years, but it is a bummer that it’s consumed me this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1165488568452262894?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1165488568452262894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1165488568452262894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1165488568452262894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1165488568452262894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5374434164070650814</id><published>2011-08-02T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:41:37.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYA9Q6PzFdA/TjjQ7djadsI/AAAAAAAAApc/MsOUzw0V6n4/s320/beautiful.jpg'/><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am a thinker. I am constantly thinking of how to better myself, what needs to be done, lists upon lists, dreams, fears....everything. As I was texting my sister tonight I thought id share my most recent thoughts with her and I wanted to write them down for myself to remember. A lot of my life I have been afraid to be who I am and accept who I am. I didn't realize the strength and determination I had in myself until these past few years. I was telling my sister about a weakness of mine that I have overcome. For a long time when I dated I hid who I liked or was wishy washy because I was afraid of being judged. I've learned from that weakness by letting someone in and how amazing it feels to accept that part of my life. I've learned from dating who I am and who I want to be. This is exactly what I said to my sister...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The more I am alone the more I accept myself and don't sway on my standards. Im learning each day to be comfortable in my own skin and not be wrapped up in who I think I should be or how to meet unrealistic expectations. I am me. People love me for me so why shouldn't I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not perfect and don't always think this way but it is moments like this that I know what love is. I find my own beauty and relish in it just for a moment. For those hard days I know I will come upon &lt;b&gt;remember&lt;/b&gt; how blessed your are and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYA9Q6PzFdA/TjjQ7djadsI/AAAAAAAAApc/MsOUzw0V6n4/s320/beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636484653618198210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5374434164070650814?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5374434164070650814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5374434164070650814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5374434164070650814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5374434164070650814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/08/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYA9Q6PzFdA/TjjQ7djadsI/AAAAAAAAApc/MsOUzw0V6n4/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7445983913552697142</id><published>2011-06-26T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:56:41.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxpkCtXxdJw/TgeAnsA5-cI/AAAAAAAAApA/QNEqQoFd1xw/s1600/count%2Byour%2Bblessings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxpkCtXxdJw/TgeAnsA5-cI/AAAAAAAAApA/QNEqQoFd1xw/s320/count%2Byour%2Bblessings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622604079113566658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7445983913552697142?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7445983913552697142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7445983913552697142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7445983913552697142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7445983913552697142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/hardest-arithmetic-to-master-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CxpkCtXxdJw/TgeAnsA5-cI/AAAAAAAAApA/QNEqQoFd1xw/s72-c/count%2Byour%2Bblessings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-236201445536576386</id><published>2011-06-25T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:38:34.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an Introvert</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something  to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something  they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{This made me laugh! I  truly hate small talk, especially small talk on the phone! See  friends.. I am not a bad friend, just different! I still love you! :) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not  necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact.  They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to  an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{ &lt;em&gt;"They don’t  interact for the sake of interacting." This couldn't explain me any  better. I can so be somewhere with tons of people and feel no need to  talk to anyone. I just don't need it. Doesn't make me rude (see below)  or shy.}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with  social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest.  Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts  can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{ "Introverts can  feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting." Explaines  how I've felt my.whole.life! Especially High school years.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have.  They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough  for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal  ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of  substance, you’re in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{True friends of mine...consider yourself lucky! ;) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG.  They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public  activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a  result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go  home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely  crucial for Introverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{Once again...spot  on. I totally like going out, but I always always always want to come  home and recharge much sooner than everyone else! I always thought I was  lazier than others, when really I just need to recharge...it is crucial  for me to go home and sit on the couch people...crucial! ;) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think  a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to  solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have  anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and  sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{Oh how this explains me to a T! }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d  prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for  themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They  don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{I have always worried growing up especially in High school that people wouldn't accept me and my ways....so don't care anymore and I've never felt as free :) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention  to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of  paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their  inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{And people always wonder why I am so recluse and reserved ;) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public  places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If  there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their  brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine.  Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just  look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{I get overwhelmed easily, especially in public  places...and man...i HATE noise.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists,  musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers,  and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques  an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I  reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society  is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their  natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one  study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts  increases with IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So what did we learn here people?&lt;br /&gt;Introverts are just as normal as you extroverts who have billions of  friends and love being out and about with people! And that we are trying  to survive in an extrovert world... so be nice to us!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hopefully my friends now realize I really do love them...I am just a really awesome introvert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-236201445536576386?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/236201445536576386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=236201445536576386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/236201445536576386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/236201445536576386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-introvert.html' title='I am an Introvert'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2626986583474949094</id><published>2011-06-19T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T08:00:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 14- A picture of someone you could never imagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne your life without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMj66XZvky4/Te70WE0P_bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I2yl8zJeWlg/s1600/all%2Bphotos%2Bon%2Bcamera%2B108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMj66XZvky4/Te70WE0P_bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I2yl8zJeWlg/s320/all%2Bphotos%2Bon%2Bcamera%2B108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694445464780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIhf5z6ysw/Te70sZYD1fI/AAAAAAAAAnY/5Tg2nWzAt6Q/s1600/all%2Bphotos%2Bon%2Bcamera%2B128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFIhf5z6ysw/Te70sZYD1fI/AAAAAAAAAnY/5Tg2nWzAt6Q/s320/all%2Bphotos%2Bon%2Bcamera%2B128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615694828940809714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha don't you love that picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't imagine my life without this lovely lady. My mama is my rock. She has taught me everything and has been my best friend for forever. She is such a hoot and a rock star! If I can be half the mom she was to me I will be set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2626986583474949094?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2626986583474949094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2626986583474949094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2626986583474949094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2626986583474949094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-fourteen.html' title='Day Fourteen'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMj66XZvky4/Te70WE0P_bI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I2yl8zJeWlg/s72-c/all%2Bphotos%2Bon%2Bcamera%2B108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2137551573804815512</id><published>2011-06-18T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T08:00:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 13- A picture of your favorite band or artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGPcPaOMM3I/Te7yz2Vc8aI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TR0_m53GofE/s1600/mindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGPcPaOMM3I/Te7yz2Vc8aI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TR0_m53GofE/s320/mindy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615692757950329250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy Gledhill is by far my favorite artist. I have never found someone who could sing a song like her. She is so talented in song writing and her vocals are timeless. Her music is the type that tells a true story and sticks with you. Empowers you and uplifts you. When I am needing a pick me up she is my go to artist. Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2137551573804815512?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2137551573804815512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2137551573804815512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2137551573804815512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2137551573804815512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-thirteen.html' title='Day thirteen'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGPcPaOMM3I/Te7yz2Vc8aI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TR0_m53GofE/s72-c/mindy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-4289976722700312354</id><published>2011-06-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:00:06.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 12- A picture of something you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGMGxrs7xNE/Te7x15lhZ8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/7Cj8n5mDibk/s1600/olympus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGMGxrs7xNE/Te7x15lhZ8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/7Cj8n5mDibk/s320/olympus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615691693671147458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love love love my Camera. I am by no means a professional, but have enjoyed photography since I was kid. I have been taking classes on and off since I was 10 and love to learn more. This is just a fun hobby that allows me to be creative and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-4289976722700312354?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/4289976722700312354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=4289976722700312354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4289976722700312354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4289976722700312354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-twelve.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGMGxrs7xNE/Te7x15lhZ8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/7Cj8n5mDibk/s72-c/olympus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-8343323365232672646</id><published>2011-06-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:00:08.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 11- A picture of something you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knFTQFZ2DHU/Te7wteheXWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/KH-QbkN2zbU/s1600/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knFTQFZ2DHU/Te7wteheXWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/KH-QbkN2zbU/s320/sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615690449455832418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I mentioned I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE SUSHI&lt;/span&gt;. Oh how I hate sushi. Most foul, disgusting thing to ever grace the planet. Yes I have tried it so that entitles me to my opinion of how much raw nasty seaweedy gross sushi is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-8343323365232672646?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/8343323365232672646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=8343323365232672646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8343323365232672646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8343323365232672646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knFTQFZ2DHU/Te7wteheXWI/AAAAAAAAAm4/KH-QbkN2zbU/s72-c/sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6185247619738719818</id><published>2011-06-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:00:03.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 10- A picture of the person you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do the most adventurous things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_f8tWrA5Ac/Te71rbfb5-I/AAAAAAAAAng/gw8ekPaUa2g/s1600/101_1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_f8tWrA5Ac/Te71rbfb5-I/AAAAAAAAAng/gw8ekPaUa2g/s200/101_1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615695911840376802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI7NKzur__M/Te718BoMtRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/s0y7CqW992Q/s1600/101_1662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zI7NKzur__M/Te718BoMtRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/s0y7CqW992Q/s200/101_1662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615696196955583762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AEPEhZZFSt8/Te71zl1qn-I/AAAAAAAAAno/JbcMyL-S18c/s1600/101_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AEPEhZZFSt8/Te71zl1qn-I/AAAAAAAAAno/JbcMyL-S18c/s200/101_1656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615696052056924130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just looking at these pictures makes me laugh. My sister Alyssa and I have always had such random adventures. From stalking boys in high school to saran wrapping items to road trips. She brings out the adventurous side of me and will probably be the only one to do that. Great memories with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6185247619738719818?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6185247619738719818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6185247619738719818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6185247619738719818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6185247619738719818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_f8tWrA5Ac/Te71rbfb5-I/AAAAAAAAAng/gw8ekPaUa2g/s72-c/101_1644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7493499131430339432</id><published>2011-06-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:00:11.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 09- A picture of a person that has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-N00Z76-GE/Te7vr4eSX1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ju7qTG3SCQk/s1600/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-N00Z76-GE/Te7vr4eSX1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ju7qTG3SCQk/s320/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615689322550419282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Without a doubt my Savior has gotten me through the most. I would be so ungrateful not to make this post about him. Life is crazy, it's hard, trying and wonderful, but without my Savior I would not get through those days without his help and blessings in my life. He blesses me with security, love, friends and family and all the things I need to make it through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7493499131430339432?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7493499131430339432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7493499131430339432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7493499131430339432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7493499131430339432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-nine.html' title='Day Nine'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R-N00Z76-GE/Te7vr4eSX1I/AAAAAAAAAmw/Ju7qTG3SCQk/s72-c/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1926083857042022364</id><published>2011-06-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:00:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 08- A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntdvf1IP2YA/Te7260bg5nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_RvBctfmDgg/s1600/corndog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntdvf1IP2YA/Te7260bg5nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_RvBctfmDgg/s320/corndog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615697275744478834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hahahahaha how can you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; laugh at this picture. Summer after my senior year we spent countless nights in Kassi's bug. Top down music blasting and us acting like fools. This night was boys night. We dressed up as boys went to a party, got rained out and ended up at sonic after the rain stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love Alyssa licking the corn dog in the background and Kassi eying the corn dog like she couldn't be happier. Favorite summer by far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1926083857042022364?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1926083857042022364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1926083857042022364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1926083857042022364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1926083857042022364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-eight.html' title='Day Eight'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ntdvf1IP2YA/Te7260bg5nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_RvBctfmDgg/s72-c/corndog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5785068380095225856</id><published>2011-06-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:00:04.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 07- A picture of your most treasured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T JUDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlXDWaP_c6s/Te7uTmPxfaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jxtyYwGmf8g/s1600/Baby%2BBlanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlXDWaP_c6s/Te7uTmPxfaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jxtyYwGmf8g/s320/Baby%2BBlanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615687805829217698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My most treasured item is my blanket. No that is not my blanket but you get the idea. I really had to rack my brain for this one because I have a few items I treasure but loosing my blanket would probably be the hardest because it holds so many memories. I have had it since I was 2 and it is worn, torn, holy and has seen better days but I can not lay it to rest for all the memories it brings to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5785068380095225856?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5785068380095225856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5785068380095225856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5785068380095225856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5785068380095225856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-seven.html' title='Day Seven'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlXDWaP_c6s/Te7uTmPxfaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/jxtyYwGmf8g/s72-c/Baby%2BBlanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7045979892666339556</id><published>2011-06-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:00:03.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 06- A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly I have no picture for this one. Usually people put a celebrity they love , but I have no desire to trade places with one. I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;love the lime light and I am positive I would miss my security and space in my normal life.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would love to switch places with an enemy though. No one is truly my enemy but I would love to switch places with a person who has hurt me a lot before. It fascinates me what is going through their head not only for my sake but because then I would be able to be a more patient person by learning more about them. Weird but soo true I would totally do it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7045979892666339556?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7045979892666339556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7045979892666339556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7045979892666339556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7045979892666339556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-six.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-8626865560733013845</id><published>2011-06-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:00:08.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5- A p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;icture of your favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th_e6wMx3Ic/TfFyXdqNuGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9uaplAbSWII/s1600/IMG_3450_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th_e6wMx3Ic/TfFyXdqNuGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9uaplAbSWII/s200/IMG_3450_2_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616395957731965026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wum3RHhXI2s/TfFyWytWt3I/AAAAAAAAAog/Yq2k_UviIXQ/s1600/IMG_3513_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wum3RHhXI2s/TfFyWytWt3I/AAAAAAAAAog/Yq2k_UviIXQ/s200/IMG_3513_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616395946202412914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wum3RHhXI2s/TfFyWytWt3I/AAAAAAAAAog/Yq2k_UviIXQ/s1600/IMG_3513_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WiMn8J2n3g/TfFzcwUo6bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ML6rs4tT3NQ/s1600/the%2Bb%2527s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_WiMn8J2n3g/TfFzcwUo6bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ML6rs4tT3NQ/s200/the%2Bb%2527s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616397148152719794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LALDz2VlAY/TfFyWtiHGYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/D89-RClnw9g/s1600/IMG_3516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LALDz2VlAY/TfFyWtiHGYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/D89-RClnw9g/s200/IMG_3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616395944813074818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pick just one picture to describe some of my most favorite memories. I had the best time my Senior year and summer after. These girls and I were CRAZY and had so much fun! Then I went off to Utah for two years and roomed with this lady. Julie and I are complete opposites but we had some of the best talks and adventures together. My experience in Utah would not have been the same without her and I wouldn't change anything about those times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-8626865560733013845?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/8626865560733013845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=8626865560733013845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8626865560733013845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8626865560733013845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th_e6wMx3Ic/TfFyXdqNuGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/9uaplAbSWII/s72-c/IMG_3450_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-8462926546285281443</id><published>2011-06-09T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:15:29.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 04- A picture of your night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Envh3Y7Fo7g/TfFuHScOojI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H3bU734kIsA/s1600/cleaning-out-fridge-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Envh3Y7Fo7g/TfFuHScOojI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H3bU734kIsA/s200/cleaning-out-fridge-de.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616391281796096562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The First half of my night&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pretty much 3 hours worth) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I spent cleaning. Deep deep cleaning the fridge. Dishes. Counters. Floors. Living Room. I know I live such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Envh3Y7Fo7g/TfFuHScOojI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H3bU734kIsA/s1600/cleaning-out-fridge-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgIFMlj-bPs/TfFuftjBWnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kzfnRjEX_Zc/s1600/steph-bri%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgIFMlj-bPs/TfFuftjBWnI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kzfnRjEX_Zc/s200/steph-bri%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616391701389204082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The rest of the night was spent walking this doggy of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Yes he is eating a pop tart in the picture&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he likes carrots too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-8462926546285281443?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/8462926546285281443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=8462926546285281443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8462926546285281443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8462926546285281443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Envh3Y7Fo7g/TfFuHScOojI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H3bU734kIsA/s72-c/cleaning-out-fridge-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6052365583952596932</id><published>2011-06-08T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:00:09.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 03- A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE Law and Order SVU. I seriously can not get enough of this show. It is by far the most addicting show. I watch it so much that it's getting easy to figure out the ending before the show is halfway over. My oh so sweet guilty pleasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMYcjtAOhFo/Te7fQxIzakI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7sUrkhIWlYc/s1600/law-order-svu-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMYcjtAOhFo/Te7fQxIzakI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7sUrkhIWlYc/s320/law-order-svu-cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615671264538749506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6052365583952596932?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6052365583952596932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6052365583952596932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6052365583952596932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6052365583952596932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMYcjtAOhFo/Te7fQxIzakI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7sUrkhIWlYc/s72-c/law-order-svu-cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-3290341457492678260</id><published>2011-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:01:25.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 02- A picture of you and the person you have been close with for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj2R9ErmCHk/Te7kiceLNcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WryQaaUGidQ/s1600/ashlyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj2R9ErmCHk/Te7kiceLNcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WryQaaUGidQ/s320/ashlyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615677065787028930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amazing lady is one of my Besties Ashlyn! Ashlyn and I met when we were 12. My family was moving to a new ward and I knew NO ONE. She was so sweet and so kind to me when I first moved and would always invite to play or sit with her at activities. As we have grown older we have stayed such good friends. I could not have gotten through half my trials without her. She is the best listener and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;lets me vent to her no questions asked. She lets me be my pouty self when im upset and sets me straight when I need to be. Even though 10 years is somewhat short I know we will be friends for a very long time. Without her im incomplete she is a true friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-3290341457492678260?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/3290341457492678260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=3290341457492678260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3290341457492678260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3290341457492678260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uj2R9ErmCHk/Te7kiceLNcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/WryQaaUGidQ/s72-c/ashlyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-461306797626808753</id><published>2011-05-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:00:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days. 30 Photographs.</title><content type='html'>I've seen this on quite a few peoples blogs and thought itd be fun to do to look back on my life someday and see this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 01- A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.&lt;br /&gt;Day 02- A picture of you and the person you have been close with for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Day 03- A picture of the cast from you favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;Day 04- A picture of your night.&lt;br /&gt;Day 05- A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;Day 06- A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with.&lt;br /&gt;Day 07- A picture of your most treasured item.&lt;br /&gt;Day 08- A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Day 09- A picture of a person that has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10- A picture of the person you do the most adventurous things with.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11- A picture of something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12- A picture of something you love.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13- A picture of your band or artist.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14- A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15- A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16- A picture of someone who inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17- A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18- A picture of your biggest insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19- A picture of you when you were little.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20- A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21- A picture of something you wish you could forget.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22- A picture of something you wish you were better at.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23- A picture of your favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24- A picture of something you wish you could change.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25-A picture of your day.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26- A picture of something that means alot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27- A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28- A picture of something your afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29- A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30- A picture of someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 01- A picture of yourself with 15 facts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609220449429454274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8ovpwCb3Pg/Tdf0R6MZfcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7lDuCq7t4-c/s320/pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I have a food OCD. I don't think this fact will ever change. It is much more manageable but it is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I own a pair of grayish wedges. I feel the prettiest when I am wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I had a co-worker measure me with his measuring tape the other day and I am officially 5'2. Miracles do happen I grew an inch since highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I get a high when I am doing retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I haven't drank soda in almost 3 years. Yes I am always tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I may or may not secretly love celebrity gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I believe in romance and fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- I will use a calculator for anything. I really despise math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- I love manual cars. (Only when im not in traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- I hate cleaning my car. I pay my sister Alyssa in gifts or money to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Im a book nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- I love to go for walks but it is like pulling teeth to get anyone to go with me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- I've become a clean freak. You should see my room the past 21 years of my life compared to now...AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- I wear cardigans year round. To say im hot during the summer is an understatement, but their so darn comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- I strive for stability and change all at once. I love knowing I have something to wake up for but love that each day brings a new challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-461306797626808753?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/461306797626808753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=461306797626808753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/461306797626808753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/461306797626808753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-days-30-photographs.html' title='30 Days. 30 Photographs.'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8ovpwCb3Pg/Tdf0R6MZfcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7lDuCq7t4-c/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-3776403872300258436</id><published>2011-03-04T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:48:57.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have spent far too long using the excuse I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Not only has this been a hard couple of years. I am still learning.&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to find myself all over again after going through life changing experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been in a rut trying to figure out life. My direction. What I wanted to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I chose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Positiveness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The next day after making this not so life altering decision I slept through my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;My car decided to not start. I was late for work and fearing the worst.&lt;br /&gt;My boss is a quiet man and I never know if i am pleasing or disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I was on edge all morning letting my imagination run wild about my boss getting upset. Co-workers making fun of me for being late and worrying about my day being thrown off.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting. waiting some more. even more waiting for it all to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never happened.&lt;br /&gt;It never happened because I realized I was the one putting those pressures on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so silly. So ridiculously silly.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;Life will continue to happen good bad wonderfully ugly. It will happen.&lt;br /&gt;How immature of me to sit and wait for life to fall apart when my day was not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one being negative while life went on with out me.&lt;br /&gt;My boss smiled and waved at me pulling in. My co-workers never mentioned me being late.&lt;br /&gt;That day every song I loved was played back to back on the radio. I found a wonderful blog about being happy woman.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-3776403872300258436?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/3776403872300258436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=3776403872300258436&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3776403872300258436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3776403872300258436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-perfect.html' title='Im not Perfect'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6437950468496804411</id><published>2011-01-02T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:21:54.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look Not Behind Thee"</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a really long time. I lost interest and will probably loose interest again but this being a new year I felt the need the need to blog about something special to me. This post and blog is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; and I need to remember that. As I was getting ready for church today I came upon a video on lds.org. "Look Not Behind Thee" In light of the new year the church made a video on what that means to people. Asking if they knew bout Lots wife and why that saying was used. It defiantly struck a chord with me because I have been evaluating my life lately, the past year and what I want to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very hard year for me. A year I think I will always remember and look back on. The saying that you will learn to love your trials has never been truer than now. No one loves trials while going through them, i've prayed for endurance, strength and understanding. I have gone through all those and been guilty of having my woe as me moments wondering why this is happening to me. I have come to the conclusion that those trials though hard have been a blessing and I love them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my trials.&lt;/span&gt; I have been refined into someone I didn't know was possible. The Lord knew all along I needed them and has been my companion through this past year never leaving my side. I never knew what leaders meant when they said turn unto Jesus and he will take your burdens from you and make you light. I never had to use that part of the atonement until this past year. What an amazing part of the atonement that is. What a blessing it has been to learn and grow. To know of my Saviors love for me and to  gain a better testimony of the atoning sacrifice my Savior made for me. I don't think I have ever been so alone and supported at the same time as I have this past year.  Being away from my Family and support system for 2 years has been one of the most hard yet rewarding 2 years of my life. I have been blessed with an amazing support system within my family. I have the most loyal, loving, hardworking family who has become my best friends and number 1 fans. I want to thank them for being my support and lifting me up when I couldn't lift my self up. For the prayers and thoughts always being sent my way. You all are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never understood what heart break was in all forms until this past year. My heart has been broken for quite sometime and each day was a healing process and not until recently did it start to be whole again. I believe it was around Halloween and my Birthday did I truly sit there and think I am okay my heart doesn't need to hurt anymore. I whole heartedly believe you need to go through the whole process and not just shun your pain just to put on a happy face. Or fake it until you make it. Talking about what hurt me and processing my trials with those I trust has been a huge help and release for me. I love myself. I love who I have been and who I am becoming. I love that my trials have helped me in realizing this .I am human and of course would not want to go through the hurt i've gone through again but I am grateful for the understanding it has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Not Behind Thee" this is my motto for the new year. I have spent too much time this year dwelling in the past. What could of been? What if I said or did that, would things be different? What if I was this type of person would people like me more? Wondering and dwelling has left me heart broken even more so than I was and left me confused as to who I was and who I should be. As the new year begins I am no longer looking in the past. This is it no more regrets or dwelling on the past no more trying to control my life. This is me letting go and awaiting what the future holds with an open mind. It won't be easy to do this but it is my Goal to make it happen. I want to be the person I know the Lord see's in me. I want each day to be the first day of my future and always accomplish whats thrown at me. I know I can do it its only me that's stopping myself from becoming a better person. I won't let my insecurities or people get me down. I am starting a new year and a new me, but this time I am more determined than ever to make it happen. As this being my journal entry for me to always remember it has felt good to let it all out and start fresh and work towards a better future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love myself! I love my trials! I love my Savior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6437950468496804411?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6437950468496804411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6437950468496804411&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6437950468496804411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6437950468496804411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-not-behind-thee.html' title='&quot;Look Not Behind Thee&quot;'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1198364827553779292</id><published>2010-08-26T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:48:24.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Somehow my editing stuff got screwed up and it wont let me change my background or title or picture or anything all it will let me do is fiddle with the template...im going crazy please help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1198364827553779292?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1198364827553779292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1198364827553779292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1198364827553779292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1198364827553779292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/08/help.html' title='Help!!!!!!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2530842487220989954</id><published>2010-08-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:03:41.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>Where to start...I haven't blogged in awhile. I just haven't wanted to. Nothing was new sure stories here and there but life has become mundane to me but alas Ive come back to the blogging world for a tiny update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a job.&lt;/span&gt; I have been home since June and have been searching relentlessly for a job. Some may call me crazy but I didn't just want any job to fill the gap until I found the perfect one. Night after night and every opportunity of fasting I finally got a great job! I don't regret being picky. I work at Habit Salon. I have wanted to be in a salon for forever! Right now it is part time and I'm okay with that. I assist a stylist there and honestly for only being there 4 days I have already learned so much and enjoy being at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.This may not be big for some but for me it is.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I have MY OWN ROOM.&lt;/span&gt; You may chuckle I do too when I tell my sap story. Growing up I always shared a room with Alyssa my younger sister and finally when I was 18 got my own room for about a year before I moved away and then shared for 2 years and when I moved home I had to share until the basement was renovated and finally I have my own room! I am enjoying decorating it and putting the finishing touches on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dating sucks.&lt;/span&gt; Simple as that. Men don't know how to treat girls. I don't want to be your cuddle buddy or midnight call. Trust me your ego will dwindle if you try. I'm fine with the saying whatever happens will happen and ill take it one day at a time but come one guys Call me up ask me on a date get to know me don't play coy and try and "hangout" for as long as you can. Ill put you in the friend category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now that is all I can muster into a post Maybe next time ill have pictures of other adventures :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2530842487220989954?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2530842487220989954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2530842487220989954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2530842487220989954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2530842487220989954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7890585963116300986</id><published>2010-07-09T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:35:15.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacay</title><content type='html'>My family and I had the opportunity for a weekend vacay to San Diego over the 4th. The pictures are out of order and I stole all of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTsBLUBNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2yHvAZ4-8AI/s1600/LA+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTsBLUBNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2yHvAZ4-8AI/s320/LA+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492020655041021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the 4th before fireworks  we went to Gaslamp District to walk around and window shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTstQxeZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yx0RS_SA8C0/s1600/LA+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTstQxeZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yx0RS_SA8C0/s320/LA+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492020666875083154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shay and Harlo are bffs. Whenever Lo is around Shay has to hold her and love on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTr0Z_ODI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0s7Uu6u8qE8/s1600/LA+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTr0Z_ODI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0s7Uu6u8qE8/s320/LA+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492020651612911666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday these 2 love birds got Engaged :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTUNdp0PI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lxH3l2nwmYw/s1600/LA+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTUNdp0PI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lxH3l2nwmYw/s320/LA+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492020246022312178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the engagement we made Hobo dinners and there was a firework show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTTi_Z9RI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DDNMygHNIdg/s1600/LA+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTTi_Z9RI/AAAAAAAAAkE/DDNMygHNIdg/s320/LA+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492020234621154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this picture I just Love the little girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTTWgkLFI/AAAAAAAAAj8/g6oq-KtP39c/s1600/LA+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTTWgkLFI/AAAAAAAAAj8/g6oq-KtP39c/s320/LA+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492020231270575186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally the beginning of the trip we went to LA. This isn't as half as bad as it usually is there. I picked up some new flip flops and a way cute purse!! Over all the trip was fabulous and the last day since I was the last child around I got to go to Sea World which was tons of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Still looking for a job if anyone knows of anything please!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7890585963116300986?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7890585963116300986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7890585963116300986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7890585963116300986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7890585963116300986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacay.html' title='Vacay'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TDeTsBLUBNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2yHvAZ4-8AI/s72-c/LA+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7901099352482445829</id><published>2010-06-07T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:53:22.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey...</title><content type='html'>Its me Stephanie. I have been horrible at blogging but life has been busy for once! For those of you that don't know...drum roll...I moved back home to MESA FOR GOOD! No more Utah. My mama came up packed up my car while I was working my last day and then we headed out...after breaking down in the middle of nowhere and doing jumping jacks to wake us up we got home :) Right when I got home I was on the road again heading to California for a week to beach camp with the fam. I have been home a week now visiting friends, making new friends, loving family time and looking for a job(eyes peeled people..me need job!). Its good being home the familiarity is comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TA1p9CiBBzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jYUQpm2gC5k/s1600/improve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TA1p9CiBBzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jYUQpm2gC5k/s320/improve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480152818952242994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned for my new adventures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7901099352482445829?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7901099352482445829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7901099352482445829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7901099352482445829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7901099352482445829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-hey.html' title='Oh hey...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/TA1p9CiBBzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/jYUQpm2gC5k/s72-c/improve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-4148606367087512428</id><published>2010-05-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:57:51.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything will be alright..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TEfAIDiZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EJQxc0u3vIE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TEeWIhILI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Noqe-ZN9Kfg/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468711873151049906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TEOGPZh7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Rh83yfZZx8k/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TEOGPZh7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Rh83yfZZx8k/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468711594007037874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TENuCbDnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PUl4PfcYvQs/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TENuCbDnI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PUl4PfcYvQs/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468711587510161010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TENKUKLnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/7XELw3EeUPA/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TD2jQ2gvI/AAAAAAAAAis/R4MSw9TD-bU/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468711189480899314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TD10ySJgI/AAAAAAAAAik/GZYZcSWQsdQ/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TD10ySJgI/AAAAAAAAAik/GZYZcSWQsdQ/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468711177004656130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You don't quit believing until your actions create doubt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-4148606367087512428?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/4148606367087512428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=4148606367087512428&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4148606367087512428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4148606367087512428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/05/everything-will-be-alright.html' title='Everything will be alright..'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-TEfAIDiZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EJQxc0u3vIE/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2190663448443438371</id><published>2010-04-20T16:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T16:19:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive been Domesticated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S841hzC_9cI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1GnQSThGZBo/s1600/24792_433452864007_759604007_5448190_167337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S841JceDn4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/CtzqBoNDkCs/s320/24792_433451774007_759604007_5448142_3446338_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361834424344450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S841AE0qyII/AAAAAAAAAg0/D2RgqTVGteQ/s1600/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S841AE0qyII/AAAAAAAAAg0/D2RgqTVGteQ/s320/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361673457911938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S840_pE3qUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OZWJ_uP0tWI/s1600/24792_433451644007_759604007_5448126_8264663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S840_pE3qUI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OZWJ_uP0tWI/s320/24792_433451644007_759604007_5448126_8264663_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361666009672002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S840_Sl4ELI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_-gBWKyjyfM/s1600/24792_433451639007_759604007_5448125_7126986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S840_Sl4ELI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_-gBWKyjyfM/s320/24792_433451639007_759604007_5448125_7126986_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361659974095026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photography &lt;/span&gt;courtesy of: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JULIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAIR.MAKEUP.STYLIST &lt;/span&gt;courtesy of: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love random days full of fun photo shoots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2190663448443438371?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2190663448443438371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2190663448443438371&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2190663448443438371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2190663448443438371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-domesticated.html' title='Ive been Domesticated...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S841hzC_9cI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1GnQSThGZBo/s72-c/24792_433452864007_759604007_5448190_167337_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6917683088301323961</id><published>2010-04-06T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:36:13.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night Julie and I got to go to the Muse Concert! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;! We were on the floor and just a little bit back from the stage therefore we got a great view and even better pictures! Julie took a ton so I am having to condense it down but if were friends on facebook their all on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDgOzgzgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nUZVeqj65Iw/s1600/26179_414128551354_637761354_5627871_7933143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDgOzgzgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nUZVeqj65Iw/s320/26179_414128551354_637761354_5627871_7933143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457170331986873858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vD4jWrgbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/H8Jkx-PF9uQ/s1600/26179_414127166354_637761354_5627796_4236146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vD4jWrgbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/H8Jkx-PF9uQ/s320/26179_414127166354_637761354_5627796_4236146_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457170749819945394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vD4WtYlII/AAAAAAAAAfg/hSUKf4oZX8U/s1600/26179_414127141354_637761354_5627792_7473085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vD4WtYlII/AAAAAAAAAfg/hSUKf4oZX8U/s320/26179_414127141354_637761354_5627792_7473085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457170746425513090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had the eye balloons with confetti and they threw them down at the end and then popped them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vD31v7brI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ouXQKGnRtOE/s1600/26179_414127181354_637761354_5627799_4573866_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vD31v7brI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ouXQKGnRtOE/s320/26179_414127181354_637761354_5627799_4573866_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457170737577815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDsk4qjYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wKDjrwrtkk0/s1600/26179_414126901354_637761354_5627748_5648610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDsk4qjYI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/wKDjrwrtkk0/s320/26179_414126901354_637761354_5627748_5648610_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457170544072494466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDM1HHLzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/fKII3OAQxVU/s1600/26179_414127026354_637761354_5627771_5987147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDM1HHLzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/fKII3OAQxVU/s320/26179_414127026354_637761354_5627771_5987147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457169998672244530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDMS6lOeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fvO7JYPAf5w/s1600/muse+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDMS6lOeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/fvO7JYPAf5w/s320/muse+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457169989492881890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDL0MuNLI/AAAAAAAAAew/hYyN7WtOHrY/s1600/26179_414127061354_637761354_5627778_2791677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDL0MuNLI/AAAAAAAAAew/hYyN7WtOHrY/s320/26179_414127061354_637761354_5627778_2791677_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457169981247468722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may or may not have a little crush on the bass player now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vC0ptdaYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/w9JCc6K3NqM/s1600/26179_414127136354_637761354_5627791_5060726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vC0ptdaYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/w9JCc6K3NqM/s320/26179_414127136354_637761354_5627791_5060726_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457169583294998914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vC0B7K1JI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TBjJVQJEmQM/s1600/26179_414127001354_637761354_5627766_3598123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vC0B7K1JI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TBjJVQJEmQM/s320/26179_414127001354_637761354_5627766_3598123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457169572615083154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could post all of the pictures! They don't give the concert justice for how great it was! Muse is my all time favorite now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6917683088301323961?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6917683088301323961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6917683088301323961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6917683088301323961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6917683088301323961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/04/muse.html' title='Muse!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7vDgOzgzgI/AAAAAAAAAfI/nUZVeqj65Iw/s72-c/26179_414128551354_637761354_5627871_7933143_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5546657469415166531</id><published>2010-03-29T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:04:18.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CaLiFoRnIa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for Arizona's Spring Break I got the opportunity to go to LA and do some shopping and family time with my Mama, Lyss, Soms, Shay Bugs and Lyss's missionaries Mom Cath and his sister Beck who are close friends of our family. Its was tons of fun and much needed! I didn't take many pictures because I didn't want to lug my camera around with me but the night we went down to Hollywood I got pictures of me playing tourist :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D01w0WFBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dXyr1QJaRoM/s1600/LA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D01w0WFBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dXyr1QJaRoM/s320/LA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454128353220367378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(LOVE Judy Garland shes my favorite actress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D1XOaewuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Q2MbCaRuBxU/s1600/LA+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D1XOaewuI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Q2MbCaRuBxU/s320/LA+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454128928100631266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Soms Shay Bugs and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D2MmZpRBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fvLRcL61HNs/s1600/LA+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D2MmZpRBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fvLRcL61HNs/s320/LA+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454129845072643090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Harry Potter...need I say more? Im their biggest fan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D03Ar--LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/mdSRbGDzY1w/s1600/LA+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D03Ar--LI/AAAAAAAAAdI/mdSRbGDzY1w/s320/LA+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454128374660135090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D2uUxSoVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qYatnknkvvk/s1600/LA+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D2uUxSoVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qYatnknkvvk/s320/LA+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454130424455536978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(They always have people down there dressed up and loved this one of The Joker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....they also had white AND black MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D3XNdmOxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/l6PhGSqMWWs/s1600/LA+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D3XNdmOxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/l6PhGSqMWWs/s320/LA+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454131126868523794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(They also had wax figures around and this was  the coolest one there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all it was a great trip and I had lots of fun even if Shay Bugs felt the need to sleep in our bed on top of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5546657469415166531?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5546657469415166531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5546657469415166531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5546657469415166531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5546657469415166531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/03/california.html' title='CaLiFoRnIa'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S7D01w0WFBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dXyr1QJaRoM/s72-c/LA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2345872614899274168</id><published>2010-03-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:32:24.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Joy of Womanhod"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tender&lt;/span&gt;. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;refined&lt;/span&gt;. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;. We have enough greed; we need more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt;. We have enough vanity; we need more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;virtue&lt;/span&gt;. We have enough popularity; we need more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;purity&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, how we pray that every young woman will grow up to be all the wonderful things she is meant to be. We pray that her mother and father will show her the right way. May daughters of God honor the priesthood and sustain worthy priesthood holders. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May they understand their own great capacity for strength&lt;/span&gt; in the timeless virtues that some would scoff at in a modern, liberated world for women."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Margaret D. Nadauld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so proud to be a Daughter of God! You can read the entire talk &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=571fa1615ac0c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2345872614899274168?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2345872614899274168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2345872614899274168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2345872614899274168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2345872614899274168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/03/joy-of-womanhod.html' title='&quot;The Joy of Womanhod&quot;'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5185997684769689343</id><published>2010-02-22T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:06:13.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was reading Britney's blog today and one of her posts stood out to me a lot so im going to copy her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I testify that no one of us is less treasured o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r cherished of God than another. I testify that He loves each of us—insecurities, anxieties, self-image, and all. He doesn’t measure our talents or our looks; … He cheers on every runner, calling out that the race is against sin, not against each other.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elder Jeffrey R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I(she) decided: we are all going to participate in a little exercise today. I'll start, you'll follow.First, we are going to name 3 physical traits that we actually like about ourselves. Then, we are going to name 3 talents we have. Next, we'll state 3 accomplishments we are proud of. After that, we will name 3 personality traits or qualities of ours we are glad we have. And last, we will name 3 people that we know love us unconditionally -- faults, insecurities and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical Traits&lt;br /&gt;1. My button nose&lt;br /&gt;2. My eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. My smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talents&lt;br /&gt;1. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;2. Crafts&lt;br /&gt;3. Softball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;1. Living on my own in another state&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting my license in hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Being independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality Traits/Qualities&lt;br /&gt;1. Forgiving heart&lt;br /&gt;2. Patience&lt;br /&gt;3. Strong testimony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that Love Me&lt;br /&gt;1. My Heavenly Father/Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents&lt;br /&gt;3. My sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S4M-9lGwRWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZLNS_RyFtGs/s1600-h/mee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S4M-9lGwRWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZLNS_RyFtGs/s320/mee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441262002447074658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im not having some identity crises Im just grateful for who I am and I think we all should be grateful for who we are. Heavenly Father made us and he doesn't make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets all celebrate our uniqueness and embrace our attributes and faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Monday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5185997684769689343?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5185997684769689343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5185997684769689343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5185997684769689343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5185997684769689343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-yourself.html' title='Loving Yourself'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S4M-9lGwRWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ZLNS_RyFtGs/s72-c/mee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6635777921253820727</id><published>2010-02-19T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:50:41.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love..</title><content type='html'>I love....&lt;br /&gt;*my family&lt;br /&gt;*the gospel&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(scriptures prayers bishop ward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my room mates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my friends&lt;br /&gt;*my patriarticle blessing&lt;br /&gt;*a clean apartment&lt;br /&gt;*sunshine&lt;br /&gt;*rain&lt;br /&gt;*spring time&lt;br /&gt;*orange blossoms&lt;br /&gt;*my job&lt;br /&gt;*my volunteer job&lt;br /&gt;*good music&lt;br /&gt;*treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a good day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6635777921253820727?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6635777921253820727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6635777921253820727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6635777921253820727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6635777921253820727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love.html' title='I love..'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-9036686891435915829</id><published>2010-02-12T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:52:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love is not just looking at each other, but looking in the same direction"</title><content type='html'>I am in major miss mode these past couple weeks. I can't seem to get completely out of this funk and I know many have tried to help but I just feel its impossible at this moment. I have so much to be thankful for and have been blessed immensely for starters....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I just got a part time nanny job....literally the greatest thing to ever happen and I did a happy  dance and said multiple prayers of thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I have the best room mates..especially Julie she makes things so much better and I am so grateful to have a friend like her she's amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I have a great ward and Bishopric...first singles ward that I've actually felt comfortable at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-I have an amazing family who care for me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These our just some of my many blessings but I guess they don't fill the hole in my heart that hurts. I miss my family a lot. I wish they were a walk away and not a phone call away. It's hard being away from them. I miss my bed at home and talks with my parents late at night or taking drives with Alyssa and our talks. I miss my sisters Sommer and Brianna and my loves shay bugs and Lo. I miss their words of comfort and their hugs. I miss my G-ma and going to lunch with her or working for her just so we can spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pain comes from missing my best friend. It's weird to know he is down the street from me but I can't see him or talk to him. I know were not together for a reason but it doesn't lesson the hurt and loss of a best friend. Like the quote above &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"love is not just looking at each other, but looking in the same direction."&lt;/span&gt; Ill find someone who has the same direction as me . I don't expect us to be exactly the same but I want us to have similar dreams and ideas for not only us but for our future family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other day all I can do is count my blessings because I have so many and draw closer to the Lord for help and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-9036686891435915829?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/9036686891435915829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=9036686891435915829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/9036686891435915829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/9036686891435915829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-not-just-looking-at-each-other.html' title='&quot;Love is not just looking at each other, but looking in the same direction&quot;'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-730106705928725702</id><published>2010-02-07T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:42:03.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging!</title><content type='html'>So last night I went on a date with one of my long time friends Jeff Whitlock. I have known him since I was a baby and have been friends ever since. Were both up here in Utah and he promised me a date before he left on his mission and since he's back now he followed up on that and took me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2-dofqrcEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/KiRwTczNlhU/s1600-h/fajitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2-dofqrcEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/KiRwTczNlhU/s320/fajitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435736594280312898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He picked me up at 7:30 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(after getting lost)&lt;/span&gt; and we went to his apartment where his room mate and his date were waiting for us. They made us Fajitas and dip for dinner. It was super yummy and we had a good time talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2-e1QynC9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/MYwVLsib0oo/s1600-h/swing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2-e1QynC9I/AAAAAAAAAbg/MYwVLsib0oo/s320/swing.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435737913136974802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner they had planned for us to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swing dancing&lt;/span&gt;. I was pretty nervous to go cause I am not coordinated with my feet...hips yes feet no. I was glad it was with Jeff because hes known me long enough that I can look like a fool. When we showed up everyone there are big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Swing"&lt;/span&gt; people and his room mate had been before so he taught us a lot of moves and by the end we started to get the hang of it.  I absolutely love that era so it as fun hearing the music and learning a new dance. It was even better that I got to hang out with one of my good friends who by the way is one of the nicest guys you will ever meet! Over all the night was successful and it was a great first date after a year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-730106705928725702?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/730106705928725702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=730106705928725702&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/730106705928725702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/730106705928725702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/02/swinging.html' title='Swinging!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2-dofqrcEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/KiRwTczNlhU/s72-c/fajitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7954549427657740284</id><published>2010-02-05T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:33:37.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Roomies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2xvqKR5YKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/orj4RwzmOFw/s1600-h/roomies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2xvqKR5YKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/orj4RwzmOFw/s320/roomies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434841620433952930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Paige,Chelsea,Julie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are my roomies up here in Provo. Their pretty awesome. I was pretty nervous to come back up here to a new room mates but we've hit it off pretty great! All of my room mates and I are single and ready to mingle so we have been having lots of fun getting out there and being social. We have a rule in our apartment that we don't date in the ward because its like peeing in the pool everyone knows and its really awkward. We've already come up with multiple inside jokes and love to have roomie movie nights which happens often. Ive seriously been soo blessed this semester to have such great room mates that I can talk to and feel comfortable around. Shout out to Julie for being my room roomie and dealing with me...your the bestest ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7954549427657740284?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7954549427657740284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7954549427657740284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7954549427657740284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7954549427657740284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/02/meet-roomies.html' title='Meet the Roomies!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2xvqKR5YKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/orj4RwzmOFw/s72-c/roomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6947641759641521130</id><published>2010-01-29T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:12:29.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2MUTgfuTvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UqQWssG6thc/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2MUTgfuTvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UqQWssG6thc/s320/parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207900912013042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January 28th was my sweet mamas birthday!! My mom is the most amazing person!! If I could id lend her out to others but I am much too selfish and like her all to myself. She is amazing in most every way. She can fix just about anything...car, furniture, your heart, sink...anything really! I look up to her so much and strive everyday to be like her. She has a tender heart and has taught us to forgive and love always. Many people stop my mom and I and say wow you two are like twins which in return she apologizes to ME! I am soo blessed to look like my mom and feel its a compliment...she is a beautiful woman inside and out and I am blessed to call her my mama! She is always telling us to remember how great we are and mom remember how GREAT YOU ARE!! I love you to the care bears and back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6947641759641521130?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6947641759641521130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6947641759641521130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6947641759641521130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6947641759641521130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S2MUTgfuTvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UqQWssG6thc/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-159492076773267437</id><published>2010-01-26T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:46:49.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe im not married...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S19Za7NK2YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/AUBLSkRMgZw/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S19Za7NK2YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/AUBLSkRMgZw/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431157994736507266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a friends blog and she posted about this guy who posted an ad to avoid dating and let them know upfront about his quirks instead of talking himself up. I loved her post and thought id copy her with my own ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie's Ad:&lt;br /&gt;-I don't think chocolate and peanut butter should ever be mixed. Worst combination ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am very picky when it comes to movies and what ill watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Im oddly always on time. I hate being late makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I crack my knuckles hourly. Its a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You could not pay me enough to watch Lord of the rings, Avatar or any of those weirdo movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am not very sanitary. If I could id go barefoot everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love the smell of black sharpies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't answer my phone. I think that's why my family has stopped calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Id rather wear men's deodorant then woman's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Im anti social. I enjoy small groups or being alone. I get drained fast when too many people are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's ready to date me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-159492076773267437?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/159492076773267437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=159492076773267437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/159492076773267437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/159492076773267437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-im-not-married.html' title='I can&apos;t believe im not married...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S19Za7NK2YI/AAAAAAAAAa4/AUBLSkRMgZw/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6886041781392176810</id><published>2010-01-15T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:56:43.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a hard day</title><content type='html'>Today I deal with heart break. Today I wonder what I could of done better and why I wasn't what he wanted anymore. Today I look back on pictures and cry a little here and there. Today I wonder why he couldn't or wouldn't communicate with me until it was too late. Today I wonder when ill have that love again and how much more my patience will be tested. Today I miss my Best Friend and cry over the loss of what could of been. Today I turn to the Lord and pray with all my might that this pain will go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S1CroceQc-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/xWNkKY4RT1g/s1600-h/sun_in_white_cloud-784254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S1CroceQc-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/xWNkKY4RT1g/s320/sun_in_white_cloud-784254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427026262307664866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I look to the Heaven's and count my blessings to get me through the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6886041781392176810?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6886041781392176810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6886041781392176810&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6886041781392176810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6886041781392176810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-hard-day.html' title='Today is a hard day'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S1CroceQc-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/xWNkKY4RT1g/s72-c/sun_in_white_cloud-784254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2034186610908060772</id><published>2010-01-12T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:19:06.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year New me</title><content type='html'>Ive made it to 2010 in one piece surprisingly. 2009 has defiantly been a crazy ride for me and I am entering 2010 as a whole new person.  I am starting 2010 single and can do for me 24/7. The lord defiantly has a plan for me and so do I. For 2010 I am going to be Fearless. Im going to test the my limits and put my fears to rest. This is the year to reinvent myself and start fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010 Fearless List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDTkGAvtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P4j21aFdr2k/s1600-h/back-to-school.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDTkGAvtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P4j21aFdr2k/s320/back-to-school.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425926391948426962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go back to school. &lt;/span&gt;Ive always wanted to go to school but was always too scared id be wasting my money or wouldn't do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I want to eat healthy. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone has this goal and I am not afraid of this but I want to eat healthy to take care of my body and exercise to keep me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDSxHJF3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/SvIkJY3FAug/s1600-h/africa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDSxHJF3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/SvIkJY3FAug/s320/africa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425926378262959986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I want to go to Africa. &lt;/span&gt;Ive always wanted to do this for the longest time. I want to go volunteer in an orphanage or teach English or just be of help to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Date fearlessly. &lt;/span&gt;Its time I broaden my horizons while staying true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDSs3YM9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h3tjAGoC5t0/s1600-h/SunsetTandem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDSs3YM9I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h3tjAGoC5t0/s320/SunsetTandem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425926377123099602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Go skydiving. &lt;/span&gt;I have major fear of heights and especially ones that involve possibly dying. I may or may not accomplish this goal but this year I am going to face my fear of heights. Im not going to play it safe this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Travel. &lt;/span&gt;I am going to take this opportunity to not think about doing what others want but what I want and I want to travel to many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list will continue to grow and each time I accomplish one I will cross it off. This is my year and im going to make it the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2034186610908060772?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2034186610908060772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2034186610908060772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2034186610908060772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2034186610908060772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New year New me'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S0zDTkGAvtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/P4j21aFdr2k/s72-c/back-to-school.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7069534589040828691</id><published>2009-12-13T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:42:37.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLbNdihBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6jrFNPQVNY/s1600-h/mesa+temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLbNdihBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6jrFNPQVNY/s320/mesa+temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414957795313353746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many dreams and they all change from time to time but a few have stuck. I am dreaming lately 24/7 of these and I so badly want them to come true but they seem so far out of reach and then my dreams fade into reality and the Lord reminds me in "due time" my dreams will come true. I want so badly to be married in Mesa, Arizona Temple for time and all eternity to the love of my life. I want to have a temple marriage and a loving husband and home. I want the eternal package and my patience is running thin on this and I know in due time my dream will come true.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLbfVfEaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Y7B1ODzIQX8/s1600-h/italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLbfVfEaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Y7B1ODzIQX8/s320/italy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414957800111411618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel the world and especially to this beautiful place. My dream has always been to be in Italy one day. I want to see the beauty it graces us and have it fill me up with so much joy and contentment that it spills over. I want so badly to fulfill this life long dream of learning more of art and history two of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLawRBMWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tlBK6P93F7o/s1600-h/ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLawRBMWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tlBK6P93F7o/s320/ranch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414957787476210018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I want badly is a farm/ranch. Many don't know that about me but I love everything that a farm/ranch represents. I love the feel of having animals and land surrounding me. To have a humble home with peace and love and I feel I will find that no matter what but my dream is to have my farm/ranch one day my very own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLadP-OLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/r6hQtLEUskM/s1600-h/service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLadP-OLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/r6hQtLEUskM/s320/service.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414957782371547314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly I want to serve till the day I die. I have had the opportunity to serve my Grandma lately and I can feel my spirits already uplifted and my burdens lightened by doing so. I love serving others with all my heart. I can not express the joy it brings me and the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There is nothing like a dream to create the future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........Someday my dreams won't be so out of reach........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7069534589040828691?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7069534589040828691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7069534589040828691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7069534589040828691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7069534589040828691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyXLbNdihBI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6jrFNPQVNY/s72-c/mesa+temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7987616535337831987</id><published>2009-12-11T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:38:49.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0uWgPlhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pOXSVObuM0w/s1600-h/Carpinteria+001.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0uWgPlhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pOXSVObuM0w/s320/Carpinteria+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018041716381202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is my sweet sisties &lt;b&gt;25th &lt;/b&gt;Birthday today!! I am so blessed to have her as a sister! She is amazing in every way! She is the funnest, kindest, caring woman I have ever met. I can truly say I would not be the woman I am today without her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0t2BM4PI/AAAAAAAAAYo/pH4bXmwRDVY/s1600-h/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0t2BM4PI/AAAAAAAAAYo/pH4bXmwRDVY/s320/DSC_0425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018032996245746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is a loving wife and mother and is always think of others first before herself. She is completely selfless and is always trying her hardest to make sure everyone has what they need first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0tgrBDGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vFZXuKXX2TM/s1600-h/girls.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0tgrBDGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vFZXuKXX2TM/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018027266051170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a blessing to our family and we love her to death!! Happy Birthday Sommie! You deserve to be pampered and treated like a queen today..I love you to the care bears and back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7987616535337831987?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7987616535337831987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7987616535337831987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7987616535337831987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7987616535337831987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SyJ0uWgPlhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/pOXSVObuM0w/s72-c/Carpinteria+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-8332196215531986111</id><published>2009-11-26T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:56:52.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!!</title><content type='html'>This Turkey Day has been so great! I am more thankful then ever for my family and the city I grew up in. Its great to be home and enjoy being with family and friends and NO SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I am so very thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family-Their love and support in everything I do. They are always there for me 100 percent and never seize to  amaze me with the undying love and patience. Everyone says how their family is the best and perfect but mine is just perfect for ME. I have been blessed with amazing parents and sisters who are loyal to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends-I have some pretty great friends! Growing up I would always pray for a good group of friends and I believe the Lord has given me exactly that. They show me each day what it means to be a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa, Arizona-I was so blessed to live in such a amazing place. Being away for the past year has made me appreciate it more. It has a strong LDS community where ive felt so much love. I love the amazing sunsets and the great winter weather along with the opportunity to have a temple so close that allows me to be on the grounds daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan-I am thankful for all that he has taught me about love and life. I would not be who I am today without knowing him and learning from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gospel-The restoration of the church has been such a blessing in my life and I am so thankful for it and for how it has shaped my life. I am truly blessed and it is all because of the Lord and his infinite love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a safe and happy Turkey Day. And I hope we can all remember to Give Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-8332196215531986111?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/8332196215531986111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=8332196215531986111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8332196215531986111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8332196215531986111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-4224866407673217101</id><published>2009-09-29T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:21:05.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The many Blessings in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I was talking with my sister Alyssa about life and the many challenges in it. Ive been a little bummed lately with no job and stressing over paying for things and a wedding. When we were talking she was so calm and patient and happy. I noticed how extremely happy she was and I asked her whats helping and she said prayer. She was saying how at peace shes at when shes praying and having a relationship with her Heavenly Father. How she is so much less selfish by praying and she is so thankful for more things. The more talking we did the more thankful I became for things....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKBQlYx-rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PFBYndsk2Ls/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKBQlYx-rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PFBYndsk2Ls/s320/parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387010226202475186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the most amazing parents ever! Their so selfless and always trying to do and give the best to us. My mom has taught me to be a independent strong young woman and to never settle for less than I deserve. My dad has taught me always forgive others. He has taught me diligence and hard work through his own example and has made me want that in my eternal companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKAyauCJSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LYeN1PHtjAA/s1600-h/sommer+and+byron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKAyauCJSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LYeN1PHtjAA/s320/sommer+and+byron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387009707942749474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sommer and Byron are also another blessing in my life. Sommer is so amazing! She is prolly the kindest unselfish person I know. She is always looking for the best in others and I seriously never hear her talk about anyone badly. Her husband Byron is also so great. He is such a great dad and husband and always has my best interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKAxkSHeaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1HsNSwumcyg/s1600-h/bri+and+brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKAxkSHeaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1HsNSwumcyg/s320/bri+and+brian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387009693330143650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres Brianna and Brian. Brianna is such a inspiration to everybody. She never realizes the impact she is in everyones life. Just with a smile or hug she makes things better. She is always willing to help others no matter what and never asks for anything in return. Brian is also up there with her being a inspiration to people and not knowing it. He is the funniest happiest guy I know who is always looking on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKAxBd5e4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/J6UxGU-3eiI/s1600-h/luce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKAxBd5e4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/J6UxGU-3eiI/s320/luce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387009683984317314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is "Luce" as I call her. We are the closest in age and seem to fight the most. But we also have such a great relationship. We are very protective of eachother and stick to eachother like glue. She has the best spirit about her. Some may not know that but she is one of the kindest loving people I know. Whenever I need her for anything she is always there for me 100 %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have the best family a girl could ask for. I wouldnt Trade them for anything and love everything about them. I am so thankful for little texts and conversations I get to have with them and the examples they are to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-4224866407673217101?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/4224866407673217101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=4224866407673217101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4224866407673217101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4224866407673217101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-night-i-was-talking-with-my-sister.html' title='The many Blessings in my life'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SsKBQlYx-rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/PFBYndsk2Ls/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-8292325605278243</id><published>2009-09-10T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:17:16.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAry5dlXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/763jAkbY3hA/s1600-h/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAry5dlXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/763jAkbY3hA/s320/room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379902351012107634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine and Julies room....My bed is on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAraDizxI/AAAAAAAAASw/S8ohwYXsmUw/s1600-h/room+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAraDizxI/AAAAAAAAASw/S8ohwYXsmUw/s320/room+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379902344343506706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love shabby chic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAq72-reI/AAAAAAAAASo/8S0XAsqqy6Q/s1600-h/room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAq72-reI/AAAAAAAAASo/8S0XAsqqy6Q/s320/room+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379902336237743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dresser..movies...and my headbands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAPWbuaAI/AAAAAAAAASg/G8ZYU_oYC6w/s1600-h/room+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAPWbuaAI/AAAAAAAAASg/G8ZYU_oYC6w/s320/room+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901862334851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had a S and J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAO9KDrtI/AAAAAAAAASY/bo68ghCMaPc/s1600-h/room+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAO9KDrtI/AAAAAAAAASY/bo68ghCMaPc/s320/room+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901855549861586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our bathroom...so nice not having to share with 5 girls this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAOeO-f1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/z-iA9f8ntcE/s1600-h/room+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAOeO-f1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/z-iA9f8ntcE/s320/room+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901847248994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our walk in closet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sqk_l2qMeaI/AAAAAAAAASI/XIX2iHmjAqg/s1600-h/room+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sqk_l2qMeaI/AAAAAAAAASI/XIX2iHmjAqg/s320/room+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901149430970786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sqk_lbPxCYI/AAAAAAAAASA/3Rn5xU_Z9cg/s1600-h/room+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sqk_lbPxCYI/AAAAAAAAASA/3Rn5xU_Z9cg/s320/room+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901142072363394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sqk_k_eKZgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KfQ5bTH1Fz0/s1600-h/room+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sqk_k_eKZgI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KfQ5bTH1Fz0/s320/room+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379901134616552962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julies and my style is soo different. She loves the Beatles and so went with that theme and I love shabby chic so we are defiantly complete opposites but LOVE rooming with her! We have the funnest times and get along great!! Life in good ol Utah is good so far. I miss my family ALOT and not really looking forward to the snow but life goes on and having Julie and Nate helps alot :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-8292325605278243?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/8292325605278243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=8292325605278243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8292325605278243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8292325605278243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-home.html' title='My little home...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SqlAry5dlXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/763jAkbY3hA/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6480111219699265890</id><published>2009-08-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:02:01.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I only run if im being chased...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SoOKOqWBNxI/AAAAAAAAARY/mCkawyKbh40/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SoOKOqWBNxI/AAAAAAAAARY/mCkawyKbh40/s320/monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369287165245208338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I am not a huge fan of running...in fact I despise it and will do anything to not run. So that brings me to the reason of this post. I may or may not have a big day coming up and I need to crack down and exercise. Im going to start a second blog to monitor my eating habits and exercise to motivate me more. Thats where I need the bloggers advice. I hate running and will not do it so I need many ideas of exercise/recipes that will help me fit and healthy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So comment away and help me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6480111219699265890?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6480111219699265890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6480111219699265890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6480111219699265890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6480111219699265890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-only-run-if-im-being-chased.html' title='I only run if im being chased...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SoOKOqWBNxI/AAAAAAAAARY/mCkawyKbh40/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5431558582085923239</id><published>2009-08-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:40:37.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Did you date someone from your high school? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes,but not longer than a month....I didnt like having boyfriends in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A 91 white camry...bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Did you pass your driver's license test on the first try? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Were you a party animal? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ha the biggest!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Choir...then I quit cause I wanted a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.Were you a nerd?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I was unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Did you get suspended/expelled? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ha I was always the quiet dont get in trouble student.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Can you sing the fight song? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nope. Didnt care to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Who was your favorite teacher? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hmm I had a few. Mr Ross was pretty bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Where did you sit at lunch?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If I was at school then in the cafeteria but mostly I went home.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your school's first name? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mountain View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you go to Homecoming? and with who? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Junior year with Daniel. Senior went on a date instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Did you go to prom? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Junior year with my bff Adam. Senior year with bff Andrew.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could go back and do it all again would you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nope im happy with where my life is right now.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you remember about graduation night? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Um long silent sitting random night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where did you go senior ditch day? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Went to the lake...so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Were you in any clubs? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yesh and I got 3 credits for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Have you gained weight since then?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ha im sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you planning on going back for the 10 year reunion? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you have a job senior year? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Whole Grain Bread Company and Call Realty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I TAG...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luce, bruce, sommie, mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5431558582085923239?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5431558582085923239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5431558582085923239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5431558582085923239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5431558582085923239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5858215978588831138</id><published>2009-06-07T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:27:56.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5 things I was doing 5 years ago:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Thinking holding a boys hand was the coolest thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Not liking combinging junior highs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Wishing I had my license.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt; Goin to my first dances and being super nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Loving my sophmore year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5 things on my to do list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Find a job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Fill out finacial aid for school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Apply to BYU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Apply to UVU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Get my brakes fixed on my car and look into selling it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5 things I would do with a million dollars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Pay for school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Start up a hair business.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Travel the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Buy a new car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Buy my dream home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Mesa, Arizona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Norman, Oklahoma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; El Paso, Texas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Provo, Utah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Dartmouth st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5 things I want to be doing in 5 years:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Be married.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Getting done with my Masters Degree in Physcology.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Having a couple babies :). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Getting started on my career. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Loving life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Julie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Jenbren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Sommie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Luce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 23px; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5858215978588831138?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5858215978588831138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5858215978588831138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5858215978588831138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5858215978588831138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/06/numero-5.html' title='Numero 5...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-151055993001293109</id><published>2009-04-28T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:04:01.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So for those of you who don't know I am home from Utah! I got home sunday morning. Now it is time to look for a job so if anyone that does hair out there needs a assistant I would GLADLY do it! On different note I took my mamas beach cruiser for a stroll down to my sisters house and fell in LOVE! Its become my new favorite thing and now I want one really badly. Good thing we have a old one that just needs a bit of fixing up all for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sfcn2tMrhhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XxrNltQiCjc/s1600-h/beach+cruiser"&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/_o-_EoNc710c/Sfcn2tMrhhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XxrNltQiCjc/s320/beach+cruiser" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329772504815470098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ps Sommer and I found a way cute dresser being thrown away yesterday so I snatched it up and that will be a post for the future of the before and after!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-151055993001293109?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/151055993001293109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=151055993001293109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/151055993001293109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/151055993001293109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-home.html' title='Im home!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/Sfcn2tMrhhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XxrNltQiCjc/s72-c/beach+cruiser' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5414348751047892156</id><published>2009-04-19T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:44:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe...</title><content type='html'>So I usually don't post my feelings on my blog. I like to keep it up beat and happy but seeing as this is my journal also I am going to vent away my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 months since we met and things were bumpy at first but proceeded to get better. You became my best friend and my sidekick when we were feeling mischievous. As time went on things slowly dwindled and we tried to work through it but we both knew in the back of our minds it wasn't going to work. Time would only tell what would happen and time did tell that we weren't meant to be. You were great and treated me like a queen. I appreciate all you taught me and how much I grew and learned about myself through being with you. But for now im going to let my heart ache and as time goes on it will get better but now me, Tay Swift and brownies are going to have a good cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5414348751047892156?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5414348751047892156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5414348751047892156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5414348751047892156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5414348751047892156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/04/breathe.html' title='Breathe...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2318335343028756321</id><published>2009-04-07T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:05:48.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwvgXd5--I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nCt6SLEbsN0/s1600-h/nate+033.JPG"&gt;This past weekend Nate and I had the opportunity to go to conference. Ive been once before when it was first built but it was nice to go back and to be able to actually appreciate the experience is being there. My favorite moment was at the end when the choir sang we thank thee o god for our prophet and they showed pictures of President Monson. Its gave me chills just watching it and feeling the spirit there. I am so&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwvgXd5--I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nCt6SLEbsN0/s1600-h/nate+033.JPG"&gt; thankful for the opportunity I had to go and experience that and im so thankful for our Prophet President Monson. We are so blessed to live in a time with to have a living Prophet to lead and&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwvgXd5--I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nCt6SLEbsN0/s1600-h/nate+033.JPG"&gt; guide us through these trying times.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwvgXd5--I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nCt6SLEbsN0/s1600-h/nate+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwvgXd5--I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nCt6SLEbsN0/s320/nate+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322181092746853346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwwaBQtHmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iDRX4U3OVSQ/s1600-h/nate+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwwaBQtHmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/iDRX4U3OVSQ/s320/nate+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182083218316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwuSdzi8wI/AAAAAAAAAOw/B5OpFqZ1SYI/s1600-h/nate+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwuSdzi8wI/AAAAAAAAAOw/B5OpFqZ1SYI/s320/nate+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179754418434818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2318335343028756321?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2318335343028756321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2318335343028756321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2318335343028756321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2318335343028756321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/04/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdwvgXd5--I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nCt6SLEbsN0/s72-c/nate+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-8337026007570492295</id><published>2009-04-01T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:41:09.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way To My Heart :)</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I came home to this sweet surprise :). The guy ive been dating for about a month now knows how much I love Sunflowers so he went in search for them and bought me a BEAUTIFUL sunflower and 4 chocolate covered strwaberries and left it on my bed to come home to.  Hes pretty great eh? Im thinking ill keep him around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdOvlMCp5zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2blbloz4AZc/s1600-h/flowers.chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319788638277068594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdOvlMCp5zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2blbloz4AZc/s320/flowers.chocolate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Sorry for the bad picture it was done on my phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-8337026007570492295?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/8337026007570492295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=8337026007570492295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8337026007570492295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/8337026007570492295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-to-my-heart.html' title='The Way To My Heart :)'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SdOvlMCp5zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2blbloz4AZc/s72-c/flowers.chocolate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1223315823189328821</id><published>2009-03-26T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:15:29.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutley LOVE crafts especially making head bands. I have about 15 now cause they are so fun to do. My most recent ones were prolly my most creative. One of them is just a regular yellow flower that I glued on top of eachother to make bigger and glued onto a headband and my other one is my favorite! Julie and I went to michaels and fell in love with these purple flowers and then we went to DI to buy sweatshirts where we cut off the arms and sewed them into head bands and superglued the flowers on.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvEPgN5XaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YkXEQA-0Q8s/s1600-h/head+band+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317559555666304418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvEPgN5XaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YkXEQA-0Q8s/s320/head+band+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvEC34ASGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1Y-T5d8mPsQ/s1600-h/head+band+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317559338678634594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvEC34ASGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1Y-T5d8mPsQ/s320/head+band+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The during.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvDJ22Pt-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/PVHiH3kIK_o/s1600-h/head+band+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317558359150278626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvDJ22Pt-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/PVHiH3kIK_o/s320/head+band+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvC-66CPmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VRE2c99mlPU/s1600-h/head+band+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317558171261353570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvC-66CPmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VRE2c99mlPU/s320/head+band+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Yellow Flower Headband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvCulB3kvI/AAAAAAAAANw/6xbmZ_ncBzk/s1600-h/head+band.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317557890510721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvCulB3kvI/AAAAAAAAANw/6xbmZ_ncBzk/s320/head+band.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Favorite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Could I would make this into a business I love it so much but until then I will just enjoy my fun hobby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1223315823189328821?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1223315823189328821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1223315823189328821&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1223315823189328821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1223315823189328821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-obsession.html' title='My Obsession...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/ScvEPgN5XaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YkXEQA-0Q8s/s72-c/head+band+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2015462301765250440</id><published>2009-03-11T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:26:46.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been a bit home sick for Arizona and all it's goodness. As great as Utah has been Im missing some of my favorite things in good ol AZ. I miss Gecko Grill alot. Utah does NOT know what Mexican food means and I have been missing this place alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZjydWKWI/AAAAAAAAANA/JuQruVaEsUk/s1600-h/gecko+grill.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023863114475874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZjydWKWI/AAAAAAAAANA/JuQruVaEsUk/s320/gecko+grill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im missing the Arziona Scenery.Utah has some beautiful scenery but it does NOT compare to these sunsets that I miss so dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZg8C_GrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/emXZdP-UEBU/s1600-h/arizona+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023814148659890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZg8C_GrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/emXZdP-UEBU/s320/arizona+sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now spring is in full bloom in Arizona while in Utah there is still snow on the ground. I miss these great oranges and the smells they bring during spring time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028303500330930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgdmQL1R7I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZV-1AuPowKA/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I miss most of all is my Family! Its great that their only a phone call away but its not the same as seeing them in person. Thier my best friends and I miss them the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZaVIqnoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TwcdicizkI4/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023700624285314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZaVIqnoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TwcdicizkI4/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 weeks Arizona and I will be seeing you for good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2015462301765250440?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2015462301765250440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2015462301765250440&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2015462301765250440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2015462301765250440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home..'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SbgZjydWKWI/AAAAAAAAANA/JuQruVaEsUk/s72-c/gecko+grill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1559841028156732569</id><published>2009-02-26T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:13:46.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Hears You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am again, down on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with every pleading word, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thy comfort I seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though the words are slow to come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thoughts are racing byPeace fills the room, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thy spirit is night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm crying in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hears meWhen my soul longs to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the morning will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the light of the dawn reassures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any hour, wherever I may be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the silence of an empty room, o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;r on a croweded street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether offering thanks, or in urgency &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I prayI never go unnoticed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm never lead astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm crying in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hears me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my soul longs to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the morning will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the light of the dawn reassures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any whisper of the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father hears the call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm crying in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hears me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my soul longs to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the morning will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the light of the dawn reassures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At work today I needed some uplifting and so I pulled up some EFY music and this song came up and it was exactly what I needed to hear. At times I question if the Lord hears me with so many other concerns to worry about but the other day I was having a bad day where it felt as if everyone was being negative towards me and it made me question what I was worth to the Lord if I was ever going to shine as bright as I wanted. As I went about cleaning my room I opened my pants drawer to find my patriarticle blessing laying on top of them as if waiting for me to read it. Since I have 5 room mates I went to my car to have quiet alone time and what  a great answer that was for me. The Lord knows me like no one else and knew exactly what I needed to hear and proved that I am worth millions and that he Loves me. Though I know I will have many more moments like that where I need the Lords guidance I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He Hears Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1559841028156732569?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1559841028156732569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1559841028156732569&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1559841028156732569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1559841028156732569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-hears-you.html' title='He Hears You....'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7552444913749047418</id><published>2009-02-18T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:57:49.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SZxVmkJFiSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Z1QBW9VwbzE/s1600-h/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208582160779554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SZxVmkJFiSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Z1QBW9VwbzE/s320/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just went and saw this movie last night and a light bulb went off in my head. Im like the character Gigi always over analyzing everything a guy says and does. Everyone has put this in my head though. If a guy does or says this he likes you but if he does that oh no no he doesn't like you. Dating has become much too complicated for my liking. If I talk to a guy they automatically think I like them and want to pursue them. Its not like that though I just want to be friends with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the dating world come to? When did chivalry die and jerk come alive? In the movie they talked about how when your little a guy pulls your ponytail or pushes you down it means he likes you and I think we have all continued this mentality. Girls let the jerks push them around and yet their still there by their side. If I knew the answer to this I wouldn't of dated so many jerks so what makes girls stay and stick it out when there are so many great guys out there? And where are these great guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all my bloggers are all married so help a girl out! What signs should a girl look for in the beginning stage? What should we do and not do?&lt;br /&gt;I took a poll from the girls at work and this is what they say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azul and Sasha are not dating anyone right now and this is what they say...&lt;br /&gt;-Hes into you when he remembers little things youve said and trys to cheer you up when your down.&lt;br /&gt;-Hes not into you when he "squeezes" the word friend out there. Or when they bring up a girl is hot or just bring up girls in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana is happily Married to Daniel and this is what she says...&lt;br /&gt;-Hes into you when he keeps eye contact and asks you alot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;-Hes not inot you when wants to go for a drive meaning he wants to hook up and if he ends to date sooner than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is not dating anyone either and this is what she says...&lt;br /&gt;-Hes into you when he is willing to make an effort to see you outside of "hanging out" or is willing/wanting to meet your friends.&lt;br /&gt;-Hes not into you when if he asks you advice about dating.&lt;br /&gt;when your hanging out with a group he pays you the exact same amount of attention or less, as to the other people in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bloggers ALL of you help us out here that are dating to know when "hes just not that into you" I know I can use all the help I can get :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7552444913749047418?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7552444913749047418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7552444913749047418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7552444913749047418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7552444913749047418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SZxVmkJFiSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Z1QBW9VwbzE/s72-c/hes_just_not_that_into_you_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6759669531286803829</id><published>2009-01-31T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:51:34.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Pictures!</title><content type='html'>So I am home for the weekend and can finally upload pictures from Christmas Break and whats been going on since then! And I guess I uploaded the pics from the most recent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3JRuKfaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0eqeYqoHPPs/s1600-h/Stephs+life-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3JRuKfaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0eqeYqoHPPs/s320/Stephs+life-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297560431698279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3JAAjpeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rY74Rclyu7g/s1600-h/Stephs+life-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3JAAjpeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rY74Rclyu7g/s320/Stephs+life-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297560426943587810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3I0O9BwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qOgNALQaQLE/s1600-h/Stephs+life-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3I0O9BwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qOgNALQaQLE/s320/Stephs+life-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297560423782745858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3ImUYaKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zeesLl9JeHg/s1600-h/Stephs+life-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3ImUYaKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zeesLl9JeHg/s320/Stephs+life-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297560420047415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy right above is Nate. He is in my ward and asked me on a date last weekend. Super funny guy. The other 2 are his room mate and his date and sadly I can't remember their names. We went and played Lazer Tag and saw Madagascar 2. While waiting for our lazer tag game Nate felt the need to hop into the little airplane. So we all took pictures of us in the airplane and needless to say at my 5'1 stature I fit in perfectly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2o8yMXlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x4tXmZuDdL4/s1600-h/Stephs+life-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2o8yMXlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x4tXmZuDdL4/s320/Stephs+life-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297559876322221650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oicLcoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pyMzeUZBl_M/s1600-h/Stephs+life-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oicLcoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pyMzeUZBl_M/s320/Stephs+life-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297559869250564738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is my co-worker Sasha, Tracy Barber and then me. My co-worker and Tracey are in the same ward and Tracey and I went to high school together. We went the the "Mayan" Resturant. We had heard it was really cool so we tried it out. That wall above is a big waterfall and people dive and do tricks off of it into the pool below. And the resturant is all jungle themed. It was way fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oVsx_PI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IL-DbNuBmOA/s1600-h/Stephs+life-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oVsx_PI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IL-DbNuBmOA/s320/Stephs+life-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297559865830538482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oYmGJJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gAgOm-aGt98/s1600-h/Stephs+life-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oYmGJJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gAgOm-aGt98/s320/Stephs+life-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297559866607805586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month President Monson was holding a fireside at BYU Campus so my room mates and I had to opportunity of going to see him speak and what an amazing experience that was! I forgot to take pictures while he was speaking but this is what I got. The place was packed full and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oKhKGxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TQN7WnZONFw/s1600-h/Stephs+life-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS2oKhKGxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/TQN7WnZONFw/s320/Stephs+life-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297559862828997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ambi one of my best friends and I on our way up to Thatcher on the 1st. Her boyfriend(now fiance) lives up there and wanted to show us around and just take a break from the city(and yes Mesa is a cuty compared to Thatch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all life is good. Enjoying life and learning alot. Ive come to realize how much the Lord has answered my prayers and provided me with such a great growing experience and I am truly thankful for those answers and all that I have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6759669531286803829?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6759669531286803829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6759669531286803829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6759669531286803829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6759669531286803829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-for-pictures.html' title='Yay for Pictures!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SYS3JRuKfaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0eqeYqoHPPs/s72-c/Stephs+life-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2515716069575942698</id><published>2009-01-20T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:10:28.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Ocho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eight Things...I was tagged by Ambi Bambi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight things I am passionate about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Reading&lt;br /&gt;-Hair&lt;br /&gt;-Sports&lt;br /&gt;-Photography&lt;br /&gt;-Road trips&lt;br /&gt;-Life&lt;br /&gt;-Smiling&lt;br /&gt;-Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight words or phrases I use the most:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gosh(oh gosh, oh my gosh)&lt;br /&gt;-Lame&lt;br /&gt;-So great&lt;br /&gt;-Shiz&lt;br /&gt;-Im tired&lt;br /&gt;-Is it time to go home yet?&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid customer&lt;br /&gt;-Wahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight things I wanna do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;-Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;-Get married&lt;br /&gt;-Be a mother&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Africa&lt;br /&gt;-Travel&lt;br /&gt;-Meet someone famous&lt;br /&gt;-Make a difference&lt;br /&gt;-Go to Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight things I need right now:&lt;br /&gt;-Toliet&lt;br /&gt;-To find my check&lt;br /&gt;-More time&lt;br /&gt;-More money&lt;br /&gt;-Vacation&lt;br /&gt;-Clothes&lt;br /&gt;-Scriptures(please send them mama!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Journal(please send it mama!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight places I wanna visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rome&lt;br /&gt;-Paris&lt;br /&gt;-London&lt;br /&gt;-Australia&lt;br /&gt;-Germany&lt;br /&gt;-China&lt;br /&gt;-Ireland&lt;br /&gt;-Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight Favorite Restaurants:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gurus(best sweet potatoe fries)&lt;br /&gt;-Costa Vida&lt;br /&gt;-Gecko Grill&lt;br /&gt;-Sauce&lt;br /&gt;-Vitos&lt;br /&gt;-Applebees&lt;br /&gt;-Macaroni Grill&lt;br /&gt;-Texas Roadhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight TV Shows:&lt;br /&gt; -Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -One Tree Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -The Hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -The City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -The Office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -Intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; -Jon and Kate plus Eight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eighth folder Eighth picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well seeing as how im on my work computer no picture :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight people I tag:&lt;br /&gt; -Lauren&lt;br /&gt; -Julie&lt;br /&gt; -Diana&lt;br /&gt; -Bruce&lt;br /&gt; -Luce&lt;br /&gt; -Sommie&lt;br /&gt; -Mama&lt;br /&gt; -Niki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2515716069575942698?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2515716069575942698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2515716069575942698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2515716069575942698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2515716069575942698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/01/numero-ocho.html' title='Numero Ocho'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-6098731136334093715</id><published>2009-01-09T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:11:01.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Families Are Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may have had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our ups and downs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but always found a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to mend our fences and move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and call a day a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We weren't picture perfect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were times we even fought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I look back I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were much closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all the test and trials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never trade these years&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I learned so much because of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the laughter, and the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i've come to appreciate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my unique family tree&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I am blessed and thankful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the one God gave to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to let my parents and sisters know how much they mean to me. I would not be who I am today without your words of guidance and love. I know I can count on you for anything through thick and thin. So heres to you guys for being my idol, my hero and my best friend. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-6098731136334093715?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/6098731136334093715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=6098731136334093715&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6098731136334093715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/6098731136334093715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/01/families-are-forever.html' title='Families Are Forever...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7640837316628748249</id><published>2009-01-04T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:51:42.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag im it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Brucey for the tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Where is your phone? Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Where is your significant other? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 .Your hair color? Blondish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Your Mother? Giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Your Father? Dedicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Your dream last night? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. The room you're in? Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Your hobby? Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Your fear? Rejection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Where were you last night? Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What you're not? Tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? Scholarship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Where you grew up? Dover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. The last thing you ate? Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What are you wearing? Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Your TV? Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Your pet? Rascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Your computer? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Your mood? Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Missing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Your car? Trooper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? Hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Favorite store? The Alleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Your Summer? Grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Love someone? Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Your favorite color? Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Last time you cried? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.Something you crave? Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Why you blog? Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Diana, Lauren and Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7640837316628748249?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7640837316628748249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7640837316628748249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7640837316628748249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7640837316628748249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag im it!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-5735312331358052071</id><published>2008-12-18T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:51:06.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Shaynie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Introducing Miss Shaynie Hendershott!! She finally arrived on Monday the 15th at 4:57 pm! I am stuck in Utah and could not be there but I can not wait for Friday to meet her! She is thee cutest baby ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSz1qvlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AYQ5pEpHcRU/s1600-h/shaynie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187767826169426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSz1qvlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AYQ5pEpHcRU/s320/shaynie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSsmm8SI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IYJAlSf1Og0/s1600-h/shay6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187765883957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSsmm8SI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IYJAlSf1Og0/s320/shay6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSCFEeYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RXV64hotkwA/s1600-h/sommie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281187754468997506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSCFEeYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RXV64hotkwA/s320/sommie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The proud parents!! I love you Sommie!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-5735312331358052071?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/5735312331358052071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=5735312331358052071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5735312331358052071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/5735312331358052071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-shaynie.html' title='Welcome Shaynie!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SUqMSz1qvlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AYQ5pEpHcRU/s72-c/shaynie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-3703437579349848145</id><published>2008-12-14T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:30:28.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come what may, and love it"</title><content type='html'>I have been reading all the conference talks this past month and one that stuck out to me most is  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come what may, and love it"&lt;/span&gt; By Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin. In it he tells about a time when he was a boy and his team lost a football game and when he came home to tell his mother the sad news what she said to him was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come what may, and love it"&lt;/span&gt;. Ive come to love this saying and its meaning and am trying hard to put it in my daily life. Another comment Elder Wirthlin made was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life". &lt;/span&gt;In the past I guess you could say I was a bit pessimistic even though id try and say I was being realistic. Ive realized my attitude towards situations up here have been pessimistic and after reading this talk and my book "Finding Happiness, Peace and Joy" by Richard G. Scott have uplifted my spirits and given me a bit of a boost to change my attitude. Four points Elder Wirthlin made were....&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to Laugh&lt;br /&gt;2. Seek for the Eternal&lt;br /&gt;3. The principle of Compensation&lt;br /&gt;4. Trust is the Father and the Son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to laugh at hard situations is a tough thing to learn for me. Im the type of person to get annoyed easily and frustrated but get over it very quickly. I have tried these past couple weeks to laugh at the tough situations that come my way and have noticed how much more relaxed I am and how much more peaceful I have been. Along with that I have been playing my church cd in my car to and from work and noticed the calmness it has brought me and how it has guided me to make right choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek for the Eternal-"You may feel singled out when adversity enters your life. You shake your head and wonder, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the dial on the wheel of sorrow eventually points to each of us. At one time or another, everyone must experience sorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one is exempt&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I know I have sincerely felt this many times where I feel as if I am completely alone and no one would ever understand how I am feeling but I now know the Lord is always there feeling what I am feeling and trying with all his might to show me the way to Eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;As the Prophet Joseph Smith once heard from the Lord " My son, peace be unto thy soul thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment." "And then, if though endure it well. God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has given us a plan and has placed these trials in front of us to see if we are willing to overcome them and become like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with seeking for the eternal comes the principle of compensation. I believe both tie in with each other. The Lord has promised us that if we are faithful and endure to the end he will bless us now in our mortal life and also in the life after. Another thing to tie into those is Trust in the Father and the Son. "God so loved the world he gave his only begotten Son." "The Lord Jesus Christ is our partner, helper and advocate. He wants us to be happy . He wants us to be successful. If we do our part, He will step in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This talk has helped me immensely these past couple weeks. I am trying hard to change my attitude and do what Elder Wirthlin says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come what may, and love it&lt;/span&gt;." This talk has been tugging at me for a while and I just felt the need to share what I have learned from it. I hope all of you can put this in your life and learn to laugh and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember "As we look for humor, seek for the eternal perspective, understand the principle of compensation, and draw near to our Heavenly Father, we can endure hardship and trial."  Let as us all remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come what may, and love it"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-3703437579349848145?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/3703437579349848145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=3703437579349848145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3703437579349848145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3703437579349848145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-what-may-and-love-it.html' title='&quot;Come what may, and love it&quot;'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-3744808520845960219</id><published>2008-12-05T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:56:23.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW New new!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have pictures from TURKEY DAY!! And yes I colored my hair brown!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3DpWzatI/AAAAAAAAAIA/q7JxvPctHrs/s1600-h/metres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379342966057682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3DpWzatI/AAAAAAAAAIA/q7JxvPctHrs/s320/metres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3DhYW28I/AAAAAAAAAH4/S0kPp5zOsfw/s1600-h/medos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379340825091010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3DhYW28I/AAAAAAAAAH4/S0kPp5zOsfw/s320/medos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Sommie all prego and coooking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3Dfs2YhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OPyNzpC-nmw/s1600-h/sommie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379340374172178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3Dfs2YhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/OPyNzpC-nmw/s320/sommie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating gravy and potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3Dds-fLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/j8oxheq4kE0/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379339837832370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3Dds-fLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/j8oxheq4kE0/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa is addicted to green olives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl25K0wAaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aJbmnh-zgMY/s1600-h/lyss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379162971472290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl25K0wAaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/aJbmnh-zgMY/s320/lyss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian being a pooper and hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl24148e4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nAkPfEgb7tM/s1600-h/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379157351922562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl24148e4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/nAkPfEgb7tM/s320/brian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byron and Luce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl24b7XhrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5lGFijPK8Hc/s1600-h/byron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379150382761650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl24b7XhrI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5lGFijPK8Hc/s320/byron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry mama its the only picture I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl236M3JoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_tEmxeUbnjI/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276379141329331842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl236M3JoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_tEmxeUbnjI/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and faja cutting the turkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl1ay26qMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5el3Ze9jf30/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276377541630404802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl1ay26qMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5el3Ze9jf30/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-3744808520845960219?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/3744808520845960219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=3744808520845960219&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3744808520845960219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3744808520845960219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-have-pictures-from-turkey-day-and.html' title='NEW New new!!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/STl3DpWzatI/AAAAAAAAAIA/q7JxvPctHrs/s72-c/metres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-3368832905910480827</id><published>2008-11-27T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:48:06.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy TURKEY DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of Thanksgiving I want to let everyone know what I am thankful for!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My family. I dont know what I would do without them. They are my best friends and are always there for me no matter what and I know I can tell them anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My job. I know its been hard lately for people to get jobs with the economy going down and I am thankful the lord has blessed me with such a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My room mates. I have been blessed with such great room mates that have helped me out with so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My friends. I am thankful for my close friends who are in Utah and in Arizona. By sending me little texts just saying hi or asking how I am. I appreciate their thoughtfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The gospel. I am so very thankful for the gospel and the happiness it has brought to me in my life. I know the Lord is there listening and always caring for us and I am ever so thankful for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all have a great TURKEY DAY! With lots of fun and safety!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-3368832905910480827?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/3368832905910480827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=3368832905910480827&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3368832905910480827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/3368832905910480827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy TURKEY DAY!!!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2866030098739190794</id><published>2008-11-16T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:48:32.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eventful weekend...</title><content type='html'>So nothing new has really happened but I had a fun weekend so I thought I would post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY-&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a glorius day....NOT. I rolled out of bed and literally put my contacts in and went to work but don't worry on my way to work my car completely shut off on me in the middle of the road. Thank goodness I wasn't in the intersection yet, so some nice people helped me push my car to a parking lot where I sat and cried cause no one was answering their phones to come help me. I literally sat there pleading with the Lord to help me and he defiantly answered my prayer because right as I was about to walk home I decided to start it one more time and it started! I said many prayers of thanks that day and still now I do. So I got to work a wee bit late, didn't do much of anything that day since it was slow so I watched the clock tick by slowly. Later on on Friday Julie and I went to dinner after trying to find a resurante without an hour wait. We ate at Olive Garden, then headed to a party that we never actually went into cause it looked a bit lame, drove around for a bit just enjoying hanging out then went and saw MAMA MIA! I love that movie and it was extremely fun watching the guy a few rows in front of us dancing and singing in his seat(dont worry he's in my ward :0!)I really love hanging out with Julie she is so much like my family that I know I can always get a good laugh and she will always be there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;Now this day really was a glorius day. I slept in till 11 and did nothing it was great! I picked up my last check at my old job, chatted with an old co-worker and got a new curling iron yay! Later I went to my friend Alyssa Smiths apartment and we met up with a group of her friends to go to Laugh Out Loud a comedy show put on by BYU students. They did a really good job and it was pretty funny. After the comedy show we decided it would be fun to go play Sardines in the BYU library. For those of you who don't know what Sardines is it is when 1 person hides and everyone tries to find them and hide with that person. I ended going with Jason and we hid first. It was alot of fun playing Especially the hiding spots people chose. The last 2 Blaine and Haley had the best spot by far! They got the 5th floor and that floor doesn't have very good hiding spots. Honestly we all looked for a good 20 minutes trying to find them and could not find them. They finally text us a clue and said they were by an elevator. Still none of use could find them but alas one group did and gave us a better hint! They were by the elevator BUT hiding in the window sill behind the blinds. Very sneaky of them cause honestly Jason and I walked by the very spot multiple times and they were very well hidden. All in all the weekend has been a good one! It is starting to get colder now and im preparing for the worst :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps I come home for thanksgiving a week from Monday for anyone that wanted to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2866030098739190794?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2866030098739190794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2866030098739190794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2866030098739190794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2866030098739190794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-eventful-weekend.html' title='My eventful weekend...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-9039090552733637077</id><published>2008-11-09T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:22:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BRITHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>This past Friday was my birthday I am now 20!! I woke up around 6 to call in sick for work(cause i just did not want to go plus my car was broken) So as I was falling back asleep I hear happy birthday being sung and i kinda open my eyes and see blond and thought it was my room mates but I opened them up and it was my Mama, Lyssa and my friend Mark!! I was so shocked and couldn't believe they were here!! After all that my mama made me french toast and bacon. We went to their hotel so they could check in and then picked up my dad. He was already planning on coming up but my knew how bad I missed her that she HAD to come too. SO after that we went to lunch then headed to the mall to go birthday shopping! I got me some new vans some cute slip ons and some undershirts I've been in need of. After shopping my mama made me my favorite dinner spaghetti, garlic bread, and salad. It was so nice to have a home cooked meal! After dinner we opened My presents from bri and sommer! Sommer got me a really cute jacket from her clothing line and Bruce got me such a cute card and money :) I stayed the night with my family and the next day my dad took me to a BYU football game and then met up with my mom, lyss and mark at brick oven which is so delicious!  After that we walked around BYU campus and went bowling over there. Today We went to church then had lunch together packed them all up and took pictures :( I was so sad to see them leave but thank goodness i am coming home in 2 weeks for thanksgiving!! It was seriously the best birthday ever just to have my family near!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-9039090552733637077?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/9039090552733637077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=9039090552733637077&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/9039090552733637077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/9039090552733637077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-brithday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BRITHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-247153207013397490</id><published>2008-10-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:53:20.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally I have pictures thanks to Julie who is letting me upload pictures from her computer! So here are pictures from Julie's Ward Halloween Party and another night when we went to my Wars Halloween Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is on Julie's lap top before we went out for my Ward Halloween Party. I got this Cat mask at Michael's before I came up here and used it one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9mcQ3YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h6-FWV_D8iI/s1600-h/Photo+177.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9mcQ3YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h6-FWV_D8iI/s320/Photo+177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263421494571097474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9QwhbXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QumCIsdDs6s/s1600-h/Photo+173.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9QwhbXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QumCIsdDs6s/s320/Photo+173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263421488750488946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9KGUx-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ns7ylnyT3BE/s1600-h/Photo+166.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9KGUx-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ns7ylnyT3BE/s320/Photo+166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263421486962886626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This I from Julie's Ward Halloween Party! She was a rocker chick and I was going for the Cindy Lauper 80's look! My room mate made my dress and with the left over fabric I made a belt and a head band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttXgIPf_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/OTNMXJgzOYQ/s1600-h/IMG_4793_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttXgIPf_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/OTNMXJgzOYQ/s320/IMG_4793_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263420840041480178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttXa1B_QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xm4plLVqdKk/s1600-h/IMG_4788.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttXa1B_QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xm4plLVqdKk/s320/IMG_4788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263420838618725634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttWz9LR3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/V8QlRILNtP0/s1600-h/IMG_4799_2.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttWz9LR3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/V8QlRILNtP0/s320/IMG_4799_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263420828183906162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttWrS9unI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gTnytDz_I-0/s1600-h/IMG_4819.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/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttWrS9unI/AAAAAAAAAFk/gTnytDz_I-0/s320/IMG_4819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263420825859373682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttWVB1xFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NPMBEultJpE/s1600-h/IMG_4797_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQttWVB1xFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NPMBEultJpE/s320/IMG_4797_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263420819881968722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you all enjoy these pictures hopefully I can get a camera for my birthday (hint hint) and upload more pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-247153207013397490?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/247153207013397490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=247153207013397490&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/247153207013397490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/247153207013397490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-galore.html' title='Picture Galore!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SQtt9mcQ3YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h6-FWV_D8iI/s72-c/Photo+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7576148060180792838</id><published>2008-10-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:39:23.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag im IT!</title><content type='html'>Yay I finally have soemthing to blog about!! Hopefully you all learn something new about me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I am absolutely obssesed with reading. Im the type of girl who is walking down the street with my nose in a book. Yes i know you all make fun of those people but I am one of them. I can't resist a good book just to get away for a little bit. My favorites are Harry Potter by far followed closely by twilight and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I am super scared of Hieghts. Like Alex I can not stand next to the railing at the mall for fear it will break and that will be my end. Also I have a great fear of piers. My family can atest for this. I usually have panick attacks while walking on them cause again its a fear of heights and I can see the ocean below me which scares me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I do still sleep with my baby blanket which I named Daisy. I do not have to cuddle with it like I did when I was younger but just knowing it is there is a comfort to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Another comfort of mine is my mom. When I was younger and still sometimes now I would always have to smell her cause for some reason it gives me comfort. Also when I was younger and my mom would go out of town I would make her leave me a shirt of hers to sleep with so that I could smell it until she was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)I absolutely HATE to do laundry,sweeping, mopping or dusting. I would much rather spend hours washing dishes vacumming or cleaning the bathroom...weird I know but I have no patience for any of those they irritate me so bad and I usually give up before the job is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)I can not have my food touching. Yes I am a freak I know. Its is impossible for me to eat my food if its touching. I do not let anyone dish up my food for me and if they do I grab it right away and seperate the food if it is touching. Theres just soemthing inside of me that freaks out when it is touching. Yes I know it all ends up in the same place but it tastes different when it touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I have a guitly conscience 24/7. I know that sounds weird but the thing is if I ever fight with someone or anything like that I will have a guilty conscience. I can not go very long without apologizing and making things right. I do not like to hold grudges and I like to be friends with everyone of possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you al enjoyed the 7 random facts about myself! I tag all those who read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I found a new job in orem!! WAHOOO!! oh and my birthday is on the 7th just a little reminder for all bloggers that my favorite holiday is coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7576148060180792838?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7576148060180792838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7576148060180792838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7576148060180792838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7576148060180792838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag im IT!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1612316860206244947</id><published>2008-10-15T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:23:36.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update....</title><content type='html'>So there really isn't much going on in my life right now. Honestly I wake up and go to work come home and hangout with my room mates then go to bed and start all over again. I will give a few highlights of my past weeks though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My review mirrior broke(just had to glue it back on)&lt;br /&gt;2.I realized how much I miss Arizona heat&lt;br /&gt;3. I got to see snow falling for the 1st time...while drinking hot cocoa :)&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a calling in church on the activities committee&lt;br /&gt;5. I bought my fabric for my halloween costume which is going to be bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing has been going on just having fun meeting lots of people and still trying to find a job closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I pretty much have the best room mates ever! My room mate Geana is pretty amazing. I was so worried that we wouldnt get along or something and I know the lord answered my prayers with this concern of mine cause I love her! We have so much in common with each other and she is one of the most easy going girls I know! My other room mates are great too and are so nice! Each night before bed we sit in the living room and tell eachother about our the worst and best parts of the day and end with a room mate prayer. It defiantly has brought us closer together and I am so thankful for this opportuinty to learn and grow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1612316860206244947?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1612316860206244947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1612316860206244947&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1612316860206244947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1612316860206244947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update....'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-7569695347884754781</id><published>2008-10-06T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:42:15.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive done my homework...</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know this homework deal...my family decided before I moved up that my 1st weeks homework should be to get a kiss. Each day my family would ask me "so Stephanie hows your homework going" and each time I would say "its not going anywhere"and it continued even more when I started dating a guy in my ward up here and since he is from Arizona my family has given me permission to date him. So here mom, bri, lyss and sommer......I have done my homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-7569695347884754781?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/7569695347884754781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=7569695347884754781&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7569695347884754781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/7569695347884754781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-done-my-homework.html' title='Ive done my homework...'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-1665534920455634585</id><published>2008-09-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:46:19.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Moved In!</title><content type='html'>I am all moved in as of Tuesday I was! I thought I was going to cry lots and be so sad but surprisingly none of that has happened! Wooo! I have 5 room mates...geana(my actual roomie) sarah, beth, Shaylyn and tianna....and we share 1 bathroom :/. I wish I had a camera to take pictures of my cute side of the room but ill just explain its vintage and cute! So far I have done a whole lot of nothing because my job doesn't start for a couple more weeks so I have been applying EVERYWHERE to try and get a job that closer to apartment and still pays what i would get at my other job so i can pay rent. Ive met some pretty cool people. Went and socialized last night which was hard cause you guys may know me as out going but when I don't know anyone I crawl into my bubble and stay there till someone talks to me, but none the less I had tons of fun and I cant wait for church tomorrow to meet my new ward and I cant wait to start institute and meet even more people! I hope to get a camera soon and somehow upload pictures here in the computer lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps if any of you know people in Provo or Orem that have job openings please help me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-1665534920455634585?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/1665534920455634585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=1665534920455634585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1665534920455634585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/1665534920455634585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-moved-in.html' title='All Moved In!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-2233120632109970233</id><published>2008-09-14T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:56:50.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Sweet Mesa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3OzztFnNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-cQ6NzW9aOI/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3OzztFnNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-cQ6NzW9aOI/s320/Picture+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076530404465874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3Ou5M1CtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yRVTlWyN89Y/s1600-h/Picture+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3Ou5M1CtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yRVTlWyN89Y/s320/Picture+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246076445980429010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3N7Zh-2zI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fa77la_QuAU/s1600-h/FILE0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3N7Zh-2zI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fa77la_QuAU/s320/FILE0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246075561305889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is that time that I am moving in 16 hours...crazy! And I'm a big ball of emotions right now. I'm excited, scared, anxious, nervous, sad and many more I'm sure. I'm all packed up and ready to go. I got way too much stuff and I'm not sure how I will get everything to fit in my car. Ive posted a few pictures of the people ill miss the most! I expect you all to continue our blog friendship and I will try to post pictures and stories of the fun times I am having :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-2233120632109970233?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/2233120632109970233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=2233120632109970233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2233120632109970233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/2233120632109970233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-long-sweet-mesa.html' title='So Long Sweet Mesa....'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SM3OzztFnNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-cQ6NzW9aOI/s72-c/Picture+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2703775555212478962.post-4743039390750705374</id><published>2008-09-05T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:04:58.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Bound!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SMF0t2I98lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AB91p85LjOc/s1600-h/utah_mountains_with_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SMF0t2I98lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AB91p85LjOc/s320/utah_mountains_with_snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242599772212032082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ive decided that I want a change in my life and what better change than to move! I am moving to Provo, Utah in about week! It was kind of a spur of the moment thing when a couple weeks ago I told my mom I wanted to move and that same day I found a job and that weekend I went up to Utah and found a place to live! I'm super excited,nervous, scared and anxious for this new adventure, but I'm sure i will learn and grow a lot while i am up there. So from now on I will be up in Utah and I will try better at keeping up my blogging for all who read :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2703775555212478962-4743039390750705374?l=stephieblee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/feeds/4743039390750705374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2703775555212478962&amp;postID=4743039390750705374&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4743039390750705374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2703775555212478962/posts/default/4743039390750705374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephieblee.blogspot.com/2008/09/utah-bound.html' title='Utah Bound!'/><author><name>stephie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01536068733836655107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/S-S7ltzVLaI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DWLV0P0mGy8/S220/24792_433451724007_759604007_5448136_3472535_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o-_EoNc710c/SMF0t2I98lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AB91p85LjOc/s72-c/utah_mountains_with_snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
