<?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-2215210170236027540</id><updated>2011-11-15T03:36:47.748-08:00</updated><category term='CAPTAIN AWESOME and the sidekick'/><title type='text'>Excelsior</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2605328733927485189</id><published>2011-02-13T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:38:53.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From the Frozen Tundra.</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all! I'm back from Minnesota! =D =D =D We got back at about 2:00 this morning. It was kinda scary driving that late at night! I didn't catch a wink of sleep in the van, Dad was scaring me! lol =D Arkansas has had a record amount of snow while we were gone, (over a foot!) and also, record cold temperatures. It was PLENTY cold in Minnesota, let me assure you! lol We did some pretty cool things, well, one in particular, but I shall have to inform you about that at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got several new shirts and one skirt, all of which I am very pleased about. =) I got this one yellow shirt that is so super-bright and fluorescent that you will go blind if you look at it too hard when I'm standing in the sun. Haha! I love it! My taste in clothes is definitely changing. I'm starting to get brighter, more unusual clothing and patterns. It's quite fun! In the past, all of my clothing has been very reserved. I still like that, but just examining my wardrobe of late, I have noticed a definite change in the direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I REALLY wanted to be at church this morning, but alas, it was not to be. =/ We left yesterday afternoon, something I don't understand and didn't like. If we would have left in the morning, we could have been home at a decent hour, and still have gone to church this morning! *sigh* Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk, I suppose. =) Anyway, just wanted to say hi and that I'm SO glad to be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2605328733927485189?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2605328733927485189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2605328733927485189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2605328733927485189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2605328733927485189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-from-frozen-tundra.html' title='Back From the Frozen Tundra.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2121710267296498398</id><published>2011-02-06T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:22:58.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THE PACKERS WON! THE PACKERS WON! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2121710267296498398?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2121710267296498398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2121710267296498398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2121710267296498398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2121710267296498398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2011/02/omgosh.html' title='OMGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6893747296895956217</id><published>2011-02-04T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:49:02.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From Minnesota!</title><content type='html'>Trivia: Did you know that Minnesota is known as the state of ten thousand lakes? Anyhoo, I'm here! I lived through the ride up here, even thought it was tough. Whew! *wipes forehead* lol jk It actually wasn't that bad. Most of the roads down south were plowed, so although they were QUITE bumpy, they weren't slippery. And, as we got up north, these people are definitely prepared for storms, so the roads had all been plowed and salted, and were as smooth as....yogurt! And April's wooden floor. lol I've had a couple of mishaps when my socks slipped on her nice, smooth florr. Grrrr.....jk April has a beautiful house! Also, she runs a daycare from it. That's the main reason I didn't want to come up here. I didn't want to deal with a bunch of bratty kids. BUT, I discovered that I way overreacted, and my dismal attitude was for naught. The only "bratty" kid only stays here from&amp;nbsp;8:00 to 8:40, and I was asleep, or trying to sleep, during that time. I was sleeping downstairs in the computer room so I wouldn't be disturbed when the kids&amp;nbsp;started arriving at 6:30&lt;em&gt;....in the morning&lt;/em&gt;! But, it sounded like everyone in the house was playing "elephant stampede" on the floor above me! Needless to say, I did not get much sleep.&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the kids are either upstairs, or downstairs, never both places at once.&amp;nbsp;Therefore, they can be easily avoided. We have a few things planned for this visit. We are going to&amp;nbsp;go tubing, visit the Mall of America, and Dad&amp;nbsp;and I are going to take a couple of&amp;nbsp;sight-seeing road trips. (We go crazy just sitting around the house) And, of course, the SUPER BOWL! *awesome music* That's probably the&amp;nbsp;main reason for this trip. Dad wants to&amp;nbsp;watch the game with Nic. And yes, in case&amp;nbsp;any of you may wonder, we are PACKER fans! Yeah! In fact,&amp;nbsp;I made a bet with Ryan. He chickened out of the most&amp;nbsp;humiliating parts of the agreement, but it was still fun, mainly because I won. But, he's a&amp;nbsp;Bears fan, and if any of you all watch football, then you&amp;nbsp;are aware that the Bears LOST to the Packers over a week ago. HA! &amp;gt;=) But, before the&amp;nbsp;game, we&amp;nbsp;both set our profile pics to ones of us wearing our team&amp;nbsp;fan gear. I had a cheese head, Ryan had a&amp;nbsp;Bears sweater. (I'm braver than he is) lol jk. Now, I wanted to further the bet to include that&amp;nbsp;the loser had to have a pic taken with the victorious team stuff, and&amp;nbsp;had to hold a sign saying that the team that beat&amp;nbsp;them is awesome. LOL&amp;nbsp;But, sadly, Ryan&amp;nbsp;was not confident enough for that. Oh well.....it was still awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Speaking&amp;nbsp;of Ryan, I would like to request that y'all pray for him. Doggone it, I alerted everyone else, but forgot about posting on my&amp;nbsp;blog! *deskface* But, Ryan was sick yesterday and the day before with the flu. That in itself is bad, but he is also diabetic, and it REALLY messed up his blood sugar and stuff. He says he's feeling better now, but&amp;nbsp;he's still recovering, so please, pray for him! Thanks for everything y'all! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6893747296895956217?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6893747296895956217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6893747296895956217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6893747296895956217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6893747296895956217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2011/02/greetings-from-minnesota.html' title='Greetings From Minnesota!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6411497215409180958</id><published>2011-01-31T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:15:45.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice is Nice.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have really got to get into the practice of thinking up good titles. I just looked at the forecast for Arkansas, and we're expecting some SERIOUS weather on Tuesday!!! =D =D Now, my northern friends will probably scoff at this, and my southern friends will probably be amazed. But nevertheless, I will tell you that we are expecting about a quarter inch of ice and anywhere from 5-12 inches of snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D =D Amazing, right??? I'm so excited! I just hope that the electricity doesn't go out. =O But, the storm may pose a problem. You see, we're supposed to go up to Minnesota on Thursday. Mom tried to convince Dad to leave early, but he said that he couldn't really leave yet, and besides, he's sure he can get out, even if the roads ARE icy. So, pray that we don't die. lol I don't want to go anyway, so it doesn't really matter to me. =) Anyway, I can't wait for SNOW! (and ice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6411497215409180958?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6411497215409180958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6411497215409180958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6411497215409180958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6411497215409180958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-is-nice.html' title='Ice is Nice.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7464753538218639694</id><published>2011-01-26T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:21:53.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma, times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This is a story I wrote for some of my best friends: Ryan, Rebekah, and Nabil. I was really bored, so I just decided to write one. =) I have another one that I wrote in Florida that I might post another time. This is pretty long, so please, if you don't want to, don't read it. I just thought I would post it in case someone was interested. =) I was thinking on the poem "Jack and Jill" one day, and trying to find out what it means. This story is my explanation. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And Jill came tumbling after."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rebekah came in the church foyer to hear Taylor reciting the poem. "What's that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Jack and Jill," Taylor answered. "I randomly got it stuck in my head this morning and started thinking about it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"What's there to think about?" Rebekah asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well, for instance, just think about the meaning. It's actually quite disturbing....and mysterious. Two kids go up a hill to get water, implying that there's a well at the top. Now why in the world would there be a well at the top of a hill? The water table is much lower, and a well would be built in a valley, or at least not on top of a hill!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Taylor, I think you're reading too much into this...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Taylor kept talking, "That clumsy kid fell down and broke his crown. Now why would he be wearing a crown? He must have been royalty. Why would a royal person be fetching water? It doesn't make sense! And Jill came tumbling after. Was she mentally challenged? Or just overly protective?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Something&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;had to be wrong with her; no one in their right mind would willingly throw themselves down a hill just to get there faster."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rebekah stared at Taylor. "And why is this so important?" she asked. Taylor stood there, breathing heavily. "Because!" she finally shouted. "This is a mystery we must solve! It doesn't add up. We might be the first ones to solve a centuries old mystery! That's why!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Okay, okay, chill!" Beka held up her hands. "What are you planning to do about it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well....I don't know," Taylor admitted. "But I'll think of something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Hey guys," Nabil said, coming into the church with Ryan close behind. "What's up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Don't ask," Beka whispered to Nabil. Ryan was immersed in his iphone, oblivious to all else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Glad you asked!" Taylor said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh great," Beka shook her head sadly as Taylor proceeded to explain the whole thing all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Wow. That is....interesting," Nabil said once Taylor had finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"It's weird, that what it is," Beka contradicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh yeah? What do you think it mean?" Taylor challenged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I think it's an innocent little nursery rhyme that some moron made up! And besides, I'm fairly positive that 'crown' means the top of his head."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"No it's not! It's much more!" Taylor yelled back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Beka and Taylor continued to argue back and forth until Nabil yelled, "Stop it guys! Now I have a way to settle this, but you have to promise not to tell anyone!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"We promise!" Beka and Taylor said in unison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Okay, we'll have to go down behind the new gym. That's where I built it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Built what?" Rebekah asked as they followed Nabil. Ryan was still on his phone, and had not heard a word anyone said, so Taylor grabbed his sleeve and towed him along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nabil led them around the back of the new gym, then into the trees. She walked up to a tree, and bent a branch down. A door opened in the trunk. Beka and Taylor were shocked as they followed Nabil down the winding steps, Ryan still in tow. "Nabil!" Taylor shrieked. "I didn't know you had a secret lab!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yep!" Nabil said proudly. "Over here is the time machine," she said, leading them to a corner. "Awesome!" Beka exclaimed. "How does it work?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well, this time machine is quite special. I'm just going to type "Jack and Jill" into the type pad. You guys can go ahead and get in." While Nabil pecked in the words with one finger, Taylor leaned over her shoulder to watch. Rebekah grabbed Ryan's sleeve and pulled him into the machine. "Okay, that should do it!" Nabil said. She and Taylor got into the machine, in front of Ryan and Rebekah. "Now, when we get back in time, we're going to fit in. Like we've been part of the community for our whole lives. People will know us. You'll just have to play along as best as you can." Having said this, Nabil reached up and pulled a lever. Everything went black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oooh, I feel strange," Beka moaned, holding her hand up to her head. Her hand bumped into something on her head. Confused, she raised both hands to her head and felt a strange hat/headdress thing. "What in the world am I wearing?" she wondered. She lowered her hands and found that she was in an elegant room decorated beautifully. "Where am I?" she asked herself. This certainly wasn't her room. Suddenly, she remembered Nabil's words. She was back in time! Most likely England. Beka rushed to a window and looked out. She saw guards and a huge fence. She opened the window and leaned out, craning her neck to see above her. She was in the palace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As she backed away from the window, she caught sight of herself in a mirror. In disbelief, she turned and approached her reflection. She wore a long, flowing dress, and a strange hat thing on her head. "I look ridiculous!" she exclaimed. Just then, a knock sounded on the door. "Lady Rebekah?" a voice inquired. "Hmm? Oh, come in," she said. A man wearing a ridiculous outfit came in and said, "Sir Ryan requests an audience with you." Rebekah almost choked trying to stifle her laughter. Sir Ryan? "Oh, well, show him in then," she said grandly with a sweep of her hand. The page bowed and stepped aside to let Ryan in, then backed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sir Ryan&lt;/i&gt;, it's good to see you in all your...splendor," Rebekah said, trying not to laugh. Ryan wore an interesting outfit consisting of green pointed shoes, yellow tights, a long purple tunic that hung to his knees, and a huge ruffled collar. "Oh yeah?" Ryan said, his cheeks red. "You're one to talk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Beka looked down at her dress with the gaily colored streamers flowing from it and the ridiculously long train, the huge bustle, and countless ornaments, not to mention the long pointed hat on her head with a bit of lace hanging down the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh whatever. Have you seen Taylor and Nabil?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Um, now that you mention it, I haven't. Let's ask the page." Ryan opened the door and beckoned to the page waiting outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yes sir?" the page asked, bowing low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I would like to inquire as to the whereabouts of , um, Ladies Nabil and Taylor," Ryan said with an English accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Sir, I'm afraid that there are no members of the royal court with those names. Could you be mistaken?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"No he isn't," Beka came forward and said. "&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;must be wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The page swallowed and said, "Lady Rebekah, I am sorry, but there is no one here by either of those names!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rebekah looked more frustrated, and the page looked more frightened. "Um, yes, well, thank-you for your help, you are dismissed," Ryan said, interrupting. The page gratefully backed out of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"What's his problem?" Beka asked, puzzled by the man's strange behavior. "He's probably afraid that if he angers you, you'll have him beheaded or something!" Ryan said. "Oh. Good point. But what about Nabil and Taylor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I don't know. I guess we'll just have to try to find them," Ryan suggested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just then, a knock sounded on the door. "Lady Rebekah, Sir Ryan?" A man entered behind the page. "The parade will be starting in an hour. I will send your servants to your rooms. Be sure to be ready." With that, he left as abruptly as he had come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh great. A parade," Beka groaned, falling on the bed. "I don't know, a parade might be fun," Ryan said, looking at his reflection in the full-length mirror. "Oh shut up," Beka said, coming off of the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They heard yet another knock on the door. "Oh good grief!" Beka exclaimed, yanking open the door. A surprised group of women jumped back. "Who are you?" Beka asked. The leader timidly came forward and said, "Why, we're your servants. It's time to start getting ready for the parade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh, right," Beka rolled her eyes. "Would one of you please show&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sir Ryan&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;back to his rooms?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Fine, I can take a hint," Ryan said, following one of the servants down the hall. For the moment, Taylor and Nabil were completely forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Ow....." Nabil held a hand up to her aching head. "I don't remember that machine having this effect before." A terrible smell snapped her out of her daze. "What in the world......" her sentence trailed off as she surveyed her surroundings. She was sitting in an alley, leaning up against a wall. Waste and trash littered the narrow street. The place smelled awful. Nabil immediately got up from the filthy ground and brushed off her dress. The material was coarse and tattered. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a dark ragged dress made of heavy material and worn boots. "Good thing it's warm outside," she thought wryly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Ohhhhhh....." a moan came from the other side of the alley. "Who's there?" Nabil asked, advancing a step. "Me," a voice answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Taylor? What are you doing over there?" Nabil asked, not entirely sure that it was actually Taylor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Enjoying the landscape," Taylor answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yep, definitely her. Taylor struggled to her feet and brushed off her dress, which was quite similar to Nabil's. "What a nasty color," Taylor complained, running her hand over her dirty skirt. Nabil silently agreed, but decided not to further Taylor's bad mood. "Where are we anyway?" Taylor asked grumpily. "My guess would be England," Nabil answered. "That's where most nursery rhymes were written."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Taylor looked around. "Where's Ryan and Beka?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I don't know, I haven't seen them. But they must be around. Come on, let's look."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just then, a couple of women came down the alley. "Hey, where have you guys been?" one said in a rough voice. "We were in the palace playing cards with the king. Where do you think?" Taylor snapped, still in a bad mood. Nabil elbowed her and said, "Nowhere."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well then, come on, the meeting's about to start." The women beckoned for them to follow. They led them down several winding streets until they reached a run-down little house down an alleyway. Nabil and Taylor stepped into the dimly-lit interior and saw a dozen other women sitting in chairs or on the floor. "Good, we're all here," a tall, strong-looking woman said, standing up. "What's going on?" Taylor whispered to Nabil. "Shhh, we're apparently part of some group," Nabil whispered back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Tonight, we execute Plan Jack and Jill," the woman said. There were several small cheers from the women. "I know we've all waited a long time for this, and the time has finally come. Does everyone know their part?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"No!" a voice rang out. Nabil looked over and saw Taylor standing. "I have no idea what you guys are talking about!" she yelled. Everyone looked at her strangely. "She was hit on the head earlier today, and has forgotten the plan," Nabil said hastily. "Oh. All right. Um, someone take her aside and explain the plan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A short woman grabbed Taylor's hand and pulled her to a side room. Taylor yanked her hand away and eyed the woman suspiciously. "Relax," Nabil whispered. "Now things will start to make sense."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"All right, so this plan is called Jack and Jill," the woman began. "Why?" Taylor interrupted. "Shut up," the woman glared at her. Taylor, subdued, sat back and pouted, holding a hand to her head. Nabil's headache had faded; Taylor must have either been knocked around in the machine, or she was still in a bad mood. "You've all heard this new poem, right?:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jack and Jill went up a hill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To fetch a pail of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jack fell down and broke his crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And Jill came tumbling after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yeah. But what does that have to do with the plan?" Nabil asked. "Well, this poem was written because King Charles raised taxes. And we're not going to stand for it! So, it's actually a code that all the members of our all-women gang, including you, know. Jack and Jill are the king and queen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;'Went up a hill to fetch a pail of water' pertains to tonight. All of us women are going to impersonate as servants, and when we infiltrate the palace tonight, one woman is going to slip a powder into the king's cup which will make him very thirsty. It takes a few hours to kick in. So, he'll wake up in the middle of the night and ring for water. That's when the 'maids' will come in with his drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;'Jack fell down and broke his crown'. That's when we'll do away with the king. 'And Jill came tumbling after'. And the queen will be next." The woman laughed loudly, then left the room to join the rest of the women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nabil and Taylor looked at each other in amazement. "How in the world did we manage to become a part of an all-women gang with a plan to assassinate the king?!" Nabil exclaimed. "Easy. I'm here," Taylor said, leaning back in her chair with a grin on her face. "Really. This is no time for joking. We need to find Beka and Ryan, and find out what to do!" Nabil said. "Okay, okay. But how? London is huge!" Taylor said pessimistically. Nabil was about to answer, when a woman leaned in the doorway and said, "Come on, the parade is about to start! We need to get a look at what kind of shape the king's servants and guards are in."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Just a minute, we're talking," Taylor snapped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"You get out here right now or I'll slug you so hard you won't be able to talk for weeks!" The woman turned and stalked out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Taylor, although furious, decided that it definitely would not be wise to tangle with her, and with an effort, shut her mouth. "Come on, we had better follow," Nabil said, running after the group.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"This outfit is even worse than the last one!" Beka complained. "But my lady, we must go! The parade is about to begin!" the servant pleaded. "Oh, all right," Beka consented grudgingly. "I should think that you would be anxious to get on the float," another maid said coyly. "After all, your intended is waiting to ride next to you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"My&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;?" Beka fairly yelled. The woman looked surprised. "Why, Prince Dustin, of course," she answered. "Prince&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt;?" Beka asked, her voice cracking. "Well it doesn't matter, I am NOT marrying him!" she said emphatically before the maid could answer. "But-" the maid's sentence was cut short by Beka's scowl. Another servant whispered to her and said, "They are waiting for us, Lady Rebekah."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh, all right. Is, um, Sir Ryan, going to be in the parade?" Rebekah asked as they made their way down the halls to the front of the palace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yes, I believe so. But you, as the prince's fiance, will be toward's the front. I think Sir Ryan will be in the middle somewhere."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Rats," Beka muttered. She really needed to talk to Ryan about a plan for finding Nabil and Taylor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The maids hastened her out to where the final preparations were being made. Rebekah caught a fleeting glance of Ryan in another spectacular outfit, but didn't have a chance to talk to him. A man saw her coming and said, bowing hastily, "Lady Rebekah, we're about to leave." He directed her to a ladder that went to the top of the float, which was pulled by ten horses. Beka climbed up and sat down on the velvet seat. "Hello," a voice next to her said. Beka whirled around to see a young man sitting next to her. He bore a striking resemblance to- "W-what's your name?" Beka asked in horror. He smiled and tossed his head, flinging the hair out of his eyes. "Dustin. Dustin Biever."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ryan could hear Beka's scream all the way back from where he sat. He stood up to go see what was wrong, but just then, a whistle pierced the air, and the parade began moving forward. Ryan settled back. After all, nothing could be too wrong with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Come on, Taylor, let's get closer!" Nabil said, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer. They managed to push to the front of the crowd lining the street. "Here it comes!" one of the gang-members shouted. Nabil leaned over and saw the first float approaching. The king and queen were on it, smiling and waving. The queen occasionally threw out handfuls of gold that the ragged people scrambled for. All the women of the gang stared hard at the bodyguards. "We should be able to handle them," one whispered. "I think y'all are crazy," Taylor said. One gave her a hard push that sent her backwards and effectively shut her mouth. "Well, we saw what we needed to see," the leader said. "Let's go." The rest of the gang murmured agreement and followed her as she began to make her way out of the crowd.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nabil was about to follow when she saw another float approaching, beautifully decorated. She looked back, she could catch up to the others. She just wanted to see this one float. She felt Taylor come up beside her. "What are we waiting for?" Taylor asked, rubbing her shoulder. "I just want to see who's in this one," Nabil explained. "Oh. Okay," Taylor said. A man pushed by, holding a sandwich. "Hey, watch it bud," Taylor said, snatching his sandwich as she pushed him along. "Want some?" she asked Nabil. "Um, yeah, sure," Nabil absently took the offered piece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Taylor! Look!" Nabil shouted, grabbing Taylor's arm. "Nabil!" Taylor whined. "You made me drop my sandwich!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Forget about the stupid sandwich! That's Beka!" Nabil pointed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Beka?! What's she doing there?!" Taylor demanded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Taylor," Nabil said in an awed tone. "Look who's sitting next to her."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Wh-why, it-it's-" Taylor stammered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"JUSTIN BIEBER!" Nabil screamed. "It's Justin Bieber!" she screamed again, shaking Taylor so hard she fell down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh my gosh!" Taylor shrieked from the ground. She got up and jumped up and down. "I'm here Justin! I'm here!" she screamed. "Shut up Taylor, you're too tall for him!" Nabil pushed her over. "Justin! Justin!" she yelled while Taylor sat on the ground in tears because of her cursed height.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rebekah had inched as far away as possible from her&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;fiance&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;during the ride. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that at any moment, he may randomly burst into a chorus of "Baby". She heard screaming off to her left and saw two girls jumping up and down. Something about them seemed familiar......."Nabil!" she waved frantically, recognizing her friend. "Beka!" Nabil shouted, Taylor rising beside her. "I have to talk to you!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Beka thought quickly. "Guard," she said. "Arrest those two and bring them to me at the palace."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yes, my lady," he bowed. "On what charges?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rebekah thought for a moment, then whispered something to him. He nodded gravely and marched off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nabil and Taylor didn't see the guard until he was almost upon them. "What do you want?" Taylor asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"You are hereby under arrest," he growled in answer. "Oh yeah? On what charges?" Nabil demanded. "By order of Lady Rebekah, you are arrested on the charge of loving her intended."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nabil and Taylor shared a look. "Guilty as charged," Nabil laughed, high-fiving Taylor, who laughed with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Enough!" the guard said. He snapped cuffs on their wrists and prodded them along with his spear, herding them through the crowd toward the palace. "Could we possibly walk a little faster?" Taylor asked. "The prince's float is just ahead."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ryan, relaxing on his velvet couch atop the float, saw Taylor and Nabil being escorted by the guard. "Hey!" he yelled. His personal guard stepped up. "What's wrong?" he asked, bowing. "Go ask the guard what he's doing with those two!" Ryan said quickly, pointing. "Yes, sir." The guard quickly jumped down and overtook the trio. Ryan waited impatiently as his float moved along slowly. Finally, the guard returned. "He says that his business is confidential."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well, I order them released!" Ryan said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I'm sorry, Sir Ryan, but the order came from a higher-ranking courtier. The prince's intended bride," the guard explained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Pig snout!" Ryan said in frustration. As soon as they got to the palace, he would figure out this whole mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Charming," Taylor said as they passed into the prison. "Gross is more like it," Nabil said, wrinkling her nose at the bad smell. "Didn't Rebekah tell you to give us our own private cells?" Taylor complained. "Silence!" the guard gave her a sharp poke in the ribs. "Don't call a noble by her first name alone!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Sheesh, sorrrrrryyyy!" Taylor said. The guard shoved them into a cell and said, "Lady Rebekah will be arriving at the palace soon. Then you shall be brought before her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Okay. We'll be here waiting, don't worry," Taylor yelled after his retreating back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Taylor, you are just so good at making friends," Nabil said with a slight grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Hmph," was Taylor's only comment. She spied a cot in the corner and promptly collapsed on it. Nabil sighed, good, maybe she would wake in a better mood. Nabil tried to slide her cuffs off, but they were too tight. The only thing to do was to wait until Beka called for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The stupid parade was finally over. Rebekah jumped down as soon as possible, away from that horrible guy. "See you later," he called after her. "Not if I can help it," she muttered. She hiked up her skirts and ran through the gates and up to her room, her bodyguards trailing behind her. As soon as she got there, she turned to her breathless guards and said, "Inform Sir Ryan that I would like him to come. Immediately."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yes, my lady," the guard bowed, hurrying away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Lady Rebekah?" a knock came on the door. "Yes?" she said, hoping it was Ryan. "Sir Ryan," the page announced, bowing as Ryan entered. "Beka, I don't have time for this!" Ryan said. "I don't care!" Beka yelled. "This is important!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Fine," Ryan said, folding his arms. "What's your problem?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Beka quickly told him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Ah, okay," was all Ryan said when she was finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Now, what was your problem?" Beka asked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh, nothing," Ryan answered vaguely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Good. Guard! Go fetch the prisoners!" Beka commanded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"My lady, prisoners can only be brought into the courtroom," he said, bowing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh darn," Beka said. The guard looked at her strangely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well then, let's go to the courtroom. I guess we can clear everyone out."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nabil heard footsteps approaching and, being bored out of her mind, sat down quickly to the side of the door. The guard inserted the key in the lock and opened the door, stepping in. Nabil quickly stuck out her foot and tripped him, sending him sprawling. Nabil tried to stifle her laughter, but it didn't work entirely. "I should have you beheaded for that!" he snarled, jumping to his feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I'm scared," Nabil said, brushing off the dirt on her clothes. "But can we get going?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Don't be addressing me so disrespectfully!" he shouted, drawing his sword.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Hey, can y'all shut up? I'm trying to sleep here!" Taylor's sleepy voice came from the cot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The guard stormed over and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to her feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Taylor looked up at him blearily. "Did you want something?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Rebekah and Ryan arrived at the courtroom just minutes before Taylor and Nabil. "What are we going to do about all these guards?" Rebekah whispered to Ryan as they sat in two elevated chairs at the front of the large room. "I'll take care of this," Ryan said, standing. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Lady Rebekah and I wish to interview our guests alone. Be assured that if either one of them attempts any manner of violence, that I will be able to handle it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A general chuckle swept through the sentries at the last statement. "Seriously, you guys. Ryan's got this," Rebekah said. Standing behind Ryan, she ran a finger across her neck, sending an unmistakable message. The guards bowed and trooped out in single file.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Just then, the large double doors opened and the guards stepped in with Nabil and Taylor. "Here are the prisoners," the guard stated. "Thank-you," Ryan said. "Please take their cuffs off and leave us."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"If I leave, I must leave their cuffs on," the guard said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh. All right then, I guess."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The guard bowed and left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Nice place," Taylor commented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Thanks. Now, how did you guys end up as commoners?" Ryan asked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I don't know. It must have had something to do with how we were arranged in the time machine," Nabil shrugged. "But that's not the important thing! The king is in big trouble!" Nabil then proceeded to tell them of the assassination plot against the king.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Wow," Rebekah said once she had finished. "Who would have thought that's what that poem would mean? But what tax are they referring to?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Taylor and Nabil shrugged. "I guess there's no way to find out," Rebekah said dejectedly. After a silence, Ryan said, digging in the pocket of his robe, said, "Actually, I do have my iPhone."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All three girls stared at him in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Give me that!" Rebekah snatched it from him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Hey Ryan," Taylor whispered. "Any chance of getting any food?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ryan was too busy looking over Beka's shoulder to pay any attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Suddenly, the huge double doors were pushed open. "Lady Rebekah, my love," a high-pitched male voice proclaimed. Beka quickly shoved Ryan's phone into his hand and stood up. "Don't call me that," she snapped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dustin Biever entered with an entourage of personal servants. "My mother, the queen, wishes to speak with you," he said, looking hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh darn," Rebekah sighed. "Fine then, let's go."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dustin held out his arm, and Rebekah grudgingly took it. Neither of them noticed that Nabil and Taylor had fainted on the floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As soon as the procession had left, Ryan whipped out his iPhone again. Taylor, bored, dug around in her pocket. "Hey!" she shrieked. "I've got my phone too!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Awesome!" Nabil said, grabbing it. "This will probably come in handy."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Too bad you and Beka didn't have your phones with you," Taylor said, frowning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Yeah, well, we were still in school clothes and didn't have pockets," Nabil explained.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"But there's no reception," Taylor sighed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well, of course. I wonder what Ryan's doing on his phone?" Nabil asked, walking towards him. She leaned over to see what he was doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Playing Angry Birds!" she exclaimed, snatching the phone. "Ryan, there are more important things at stake here!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh, right, of course. Hey, where did Beka go?" he asked, looking around. Nabil rolled her eyes in exasperation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"We have to save the king," Nabil said. "I just don't know how."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;All three of them thought on this. Actually, only Ryan and Nabil were thinking about it. Taylor was trying to figure out how to get her handcuffs off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Hey! I think I've got it!" Ryan exclaimed, snapping his fingers. He quickly told Nabil his plan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"No thanks, I've got it," Rebekah insisted as she yanked her arm away from Dustin's grasp. He looked at her, perplexed by her strange behavior, then shrugged and held the door of her room open for her. "Thanks, bye," Beka slammed the door in his face. She listened for his footsteps as he left, making sure he had gone. "I can't believe this!" she yelled in frustration. "Why?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A knock came at the door. Beka, in no mood for visitors, yanked it open. "What?" she snapped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ryan jumped back in surprise. "Honestly Beka, one of these days, you'll have to remind me to teach you how to answer the door without scaring away your guests," he commented, walking in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Please come in," she said sarcastically, slamming the door shut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Don't you want to hear what happened with the meeting with Nabil and Taylor?" he asked, sitting on a red velvet chair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh yes. What happened?" she asked eagerly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Well, of course, I released them. But before they left, we worked out a plan to save the king!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Oh good! Tell me everything."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I just don't feel good about this," Taylor said as they shuffled along through the night with the all-women gang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Shh. No one asked you," Nabil said, tired of Taylor's pessimistic attitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Taylor pouted but continued on as the women made their way to the palace. They were all dressed in maid's uniforms, which were concealed under dark cloaks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"All right, you all know where the secret entrance is, right?" the leader, who's name was Ingrid, whispered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Yes," the women softly chorused. Ingrid had passed out weapons earlier. Taylor had snatched up a dagger, but Nabil had opted only for Taylor's phone, a crucial part of their plan. Apparently, one of the women had already slipped the powder into the king's wine earlier. When he got up to get a drink, which should be in about twenty minutes, the "maids" would converge and strike.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"We're here," Ingrid whispered. The group came to a halt as one member stepped forward and tugged open the door. They stepped down into a dank passageway. Ingrid lit a torch and led them along. After about ten minutes of walking, Nabil looked back to see Taylor having a quiet discussion with one of the women about how to throw knives correctly. Nabil almost said something, but decided against it, as it would make her look suspicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ingrid stopped and pushed at a trap door on the ceiling. Finally shoving it open, she reached up and pulled herself through. The rest of the women followed, nervously fingering their weapons, eyes darting around for a sign of anyone. Taylor didn't know why they bothered. They were in a pitch black room. She couldn't see anything. "Nabil," she whispered, unable to see her friend. "Here," Nabil pushed towards her. "Shut up!" a couple of women hissed. "Watch this," Taylor whispered, a mischievous note in her voice. Before Nabil could say anything, she heard the sound of a slap and an outraged cry from Ingrid. "Who did that?!" she demanded. She heard a scuffling noise to the side and swung her fist. It hit another woman, who swung back at who she thought was Ingrid. "Better get down," Taylor whispered softly. Nabil quickly hunkered down next to her.&amp;nbsp;Soon, the whole pack was scratching and slapping at each other. "Stop!" Ingrid ordered in a loud whisper. Slowly, the scrapping died down. "We have a job to do," she said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The door gently eased open, and all of the disheveled women stepped out. "Well, that was fun," Nabil said under her breath with a look at Taylor, who only grinned at her. "All right, you all know the plan." Ingrid gave the women their instructions on what posts to cover. Taylor and Nabil followed the women they were assigned with as they made their way down the winding halls. After awhile, Taylor nodded at Nabil, and they dropped back, quickly ducking into a doorway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Are you sure that this is the right room?" Taylor whispered. Nabil nodded, then knocked softly. The door immediately opened and Rebekah yanked them in. "Is everything okay?" she asked anxiously. "Yeah, all is going according to plan," Nabil assured her. "Good. Let's get ready then."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan tiptoed stealthily through the halls, clutching his iPhone and the map that Taylor had given him. He studied it again as he walked. It showed where all the women were posted. According to this, there were three locations where they were posted in groups. He was assigned to the one by the kitchen. He stuffed the map in his pocket and tiptoed down the hall. Peering around the corner, he saw the four women standing guard. "Should have thought before of how to capture them," he muttered to himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly, he had an idea. Pulling out his iPhone, he started a song. As soon as he pressed the button, he slid the phone across the floor. The women, completely mesmerized by the strange device, huddled around it. Ryan took this opportunity to go get a couple of guards. When he returned, the song had almost ended. Ryan and the guards easily sneaked up behind them, and Ryan left the guards to handle the thugs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm not exactly sure of how to do this," Taylor whispered. The three girls were peeking down the hall at the group of women. Just then, Ryan came up behind them. "Don't sweat it, I've got it," he said. He played a song on his phone and slid it down the hall. The exact same thing happened again. This time though, they didn't have guards. While Nabil, Taylor and Ryan were fighting with the women, Rebekah ran and found a couple guards to help. When she got back, SOMEHOW, Ryan, Taylor and Nabil had managed to tie the women up. "Wow. Um, good job!" Rebekah said. "Thanks!" Nabil said, brushing off her skirt. "Come on, one more group left!" Ryan said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;On their way down the hall, Beka suddenly pressed herself up against the wall. "What's wrong?" Ryan asked. "It's HIM!" she whispered. "Who?" Ryan said. Looking down the hall, he saw someone approaching. "Who is it?" he asked. "Rebekah! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Dustin said. "Justin Bieber!!!!!" Nabil and Taylor screeched. Dustin looked around. "Justin Bieber?" he questioned. "Dustin Biever," Rebekah told them. Taylor abruptly burst into laughter. Dustin looked offended. "Darling, who are these ruffians?" he asked Beka. "Don't call me that!" she yelled, wrenching her arm from his grasp. "And these 'ruffians' happen to be my friends! And I would like to speak to them alone!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dustin looked hurt. "Fine then, I shall leave." He turned on his heel and strode down the hallway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Come on, the group is just a little farther," Beka said, rounding a corner. Ryan followed. Taylor and Nabil stood in indecision. "Should we........?" Taylor let her sentence trail off. Nabil looked after Dustin's retreating back. "Definitely!" she said, darting down the hallway after him, Taylor in hot pursuit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"There they are," Rebekah whispered. She turned around to see that only Ryan was standing there. "Where's Taylor and Nabil?" she asked in outrage. Ryan shrugged. "Where could they have gone?" she stormed. "Ohhhhhhhh," Ryan said, figuring it out. "What?" Beka asked. "Dustin Biever," Ryan said simply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"That is fascinating," Dustin said to Nabil. He had a girl on each arm as he walked down the halls. "A princess by birth, but kidnapped and forced to live a life of poverty? How tragic!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"And what about you?" he asked, turning to Taylor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I um, well, uh," she had been so busy looking at Dustin that she hadn't taken the time to think up a good story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm........her sister," she said lamely. Dustin's eyebrows shot up in amazement. Nabil shook her head sadly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm gonna kill them!" Beka said angrily. "Why Beka, it isn't like you to be jealous," Ryan couldn't help teasing. "I'm not and you know it! How are we supposed to take down this group without them?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan was about to say something, when the huge double doors down at the end of the long hall opened, and the king came shuffling out. "Oh no!" Beka whispered. Ryan looked at his phone. "The twenty minutes are up!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dustin and the girls rounded a corner and saw someone walking up ahead. "Is that Father?" Dustin asked, craning his neck, trying to see. "It is! Father!" Dustin called. The king, a tall man, turned. "Dustin! What are you doing out so late?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Dustin said. Nabil saw something move behind the king at the end of the hall. "Dustin...." she said, tugging on his arm. Dustin paid her no mind, and continued to talk to his father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;This time, Taylor saw someone move behind the king, way down the hall. Looking closer, she saw that it was Ingrid! She was advancing toward the king, clutching a knife. "Dustin!" Taylor yelled, yanking on his arm. "Do not interrupt me while I am speaking to my father!" Dustin reprimanded her sternly. Disgusted, Taylor pulled her arm free and dashed down the hall towards the king. Nabil wanted to help, but she just couldn't seem to find the strength to pull away from Dustin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ingrid saw Taylor's plan and began to run towards the king, knife raised. Taylor ran even harder and just as Ingrid raised the knife, Taylor tackled the king to the floor. Ingrid missed and was thrown off balance by her thrust. She fell, the knife gouging the floor inches from the king's leg. Taylor took this opportunity to kick Ingrid in the face, sending the woman staggering backwards. Taylor jumped up and tried to free the knife from the floor, but it was stuck fast. Seeing Ingrid coming at her, she quickly jumped out of the way before Ingrid could grab her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nabil, seeing that help was needed, finally freed her arm and ran forward to free the knife. Dustin stood looking stunned, then turned and ran away down the hall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Taylor ran ahead of Ingrid's grabbing hands and stopped, turning to face her. At the same moment, she drew the knife from her boot. Ingrid skidded to a halt, eyeing the blade that Taylor was holding in front of her. Taylor knew that she couldn't possibly stab Ingrid, but she could definitely fake her out. Winding back, she threw the knife. Ingrid instinctively ducked as the knife flew harmlessly past. Taylor suddenly realized that she was without a weapon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nabil finally freed the knife and came up behind Ingrid. "You might want to look behind you," Taylor said. Ingrid turned to find Nabil's knife at her throat. "Ha!" Taylor said triumphantly. Running around in front of Ingrid, she stuck her tongue out at the woman. Nabil gave Taylor a strange look. "Sorry, just excited," Taylor shrugged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just then, a group of guards came running down the hall, led by Dustin. "Arrest that woman!" he yelled, pointing at Ingrid. The guards rushed forward and clamped handcuffs on her, taking her away. "I say, good job!" Dustin said in his English accent, coming forward. Rebekah and Ryan rounded the corner and ran towards the trio. "What happened?" Rebekah asked. "We saw this loser running past," she gestured to Dustin, "and we followed him to see what the ruckus was!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"We were fighting Ingrid," Nabil explained.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Yeah! And where were you?" Taylor asked Dustin in an accusing tone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dustin looked offended. "I, of course, was alerting the guards!" he said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Lamewad," Beka muttered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Now don't be too hard on him," Nabil said, patting his arm. "Someone had to go." Dustin smiled at her, looping her arm through his.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"I must leave," Dustin said. "I need to see to my father."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh good, because we need to talk," Ryan said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dustin nodded, and he and Nabil began to walk down the hall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Nabil," Rebekah said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nabil looked back. "Oh! Right, I guess." She turned to Dustin sadly. "I must stay," she said. Dustin looked crushed. "Perhaps, we shall meet again?" he asked hopefully. Nabil smiled. "Perhaps." Dustin lifted her hand and kissed it. "Till then, my fair lady."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh brother," Beka rolled her eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"How romantic!" Taylor squealed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan only shook his head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nabil walked back to the group, a dazed expression on her face. "Earth to Nabil!" Ryan said, waving his hand in front of her face. "Oh. Sorry," she said, snapping out of it. "That.....was so gross," Beka gagged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh, shut up," Nabil said cheerfully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan, sensing the need for a change in subject, said, "So Nabil, how do we get home?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;All three of them looked at her expectantly. "Well, last time I went, when I had solved the mystery or finished the story, I just automatically was transported back home."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan was about to ask another question when Taylor said something to Nabil. Her words sounded slurred and jumbled together. Ryan shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Beka said something then, and her words too were unintelligible. Their images blurred together, and everything went black.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The blackness began to clear. Ryan found himself standing in the time machine, iPhone held in his hands. Beka &amp;nbsp;was standing next to him, and Taylor and Nabil were in front of them. All four of them looked at each other in amazement. "Wow!" Beka exclaimed. "That was so awesome!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Nabil, you are THE talented inventor!" Taylor said. "I'm more in the evil scientist department myself. We should swap notes sometime."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Nabil and Taylor walked ahead towards the exit, discussing the fine points of villainy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"So, ready for another adventure?" Ryan asked Rebekah conversationally. Beka only glared at him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Come on, was it so bad?" he asked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Beka was about to answer, when Taylor and Nabil's voices floated back to them. "We should totally do that adventure again!" Taylor squealed. "Definitely!" Nabil agreed. "And this time, I'll get Beka to introduce me to her boyfriend sooner!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" Beka yelled, leaping toward them. They giggled and darted off, Beka in hot pursuit. Ryan shook his head sadly and ran after, hoping to keep Beka from killing them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The End!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: tahoma, times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-7464753538218639694?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7464753538218639694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=7464753538218639694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7464753538218639694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7464753538218639694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2011/01/story.html' title='A Story.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6793298163885833906</id><published>2011-01-25T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:04:15.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: black; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;Hey y'all! I'm back!!!!!!!!!..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: black; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;....*crickets chirping*..........No thunderous applause? No standing ovations? Oh well. =D The reason I stopped posting was because of a very long and complicated reason that would take forever to explain, and would probably bore you. So, let's just stick with the happy fact that I am back. =) A lot of things have happened since I last posted. I went to Florida, I visited Eldarwen, and I'm in a complicated type of relationship with a guy. =D Exciting, right? Well, the big news is right here. THE PACKERS WON!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *screams* Yeah! I'm SO excited! Like, all my "friends" were Bears fans! Haha! Too bad.......I'm trying to feel sorry for y'all........it's not working. lol =D Now they're all rooting for the Steelers. Psh, dream on. =D And, we're going up to Minnesota for the Super Bowl so we can watch it with some relatives. Honestly, I'm not too thrilled about going, I'd rather stay here. But, since that's not a choice, I shall be happy about my fate. *dramatic sigh* I had a great opportunity to do another CAPTAIN AWESOME post, since it snowed a lot and all, but alas, I didn't. =( =( But, I'm sure I'll have another chance one of these days. For those who don't know what I'm talking about, then, um, try to find the CAPTAIN AWESOME posts in the archives, there's only two. *shrugs* So, I shall leave you with this picture of me in my awesome Packers attire. TTYL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9x2kVYJcI/AAAAAAAACaE/YSfHwi5nbIA/s1600/Cheesehead%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9x2kVYJcI/AAAAAAAACaE/YSfHwi5nbIA/s320/Cheesehead%2521.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6793298163885833906?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6793298163885833906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6793298163885833906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6793298163885833906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6793298163885833906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9x2kVYJcI/AAAAAAAACaE/YSfHwi5nbIA/s72-c/Cheesehead%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-5097028272235308164</id><published>2010-12-02T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:41:30.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote From My Favorite Musician.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8a8c83; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;reading Adam Young's blog tonight, and found this quote in a beautiful post of his. I really loved it, and decided to post it. =) He is speaking of a girl he saw that took his breath away because she was so beautiful. And I feel exactly the same way about the word "hot". Okay, here's the quote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font: small &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8a8c83; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;'Allow me to pause for a moment simply to clarify that this was NOT a beastly, primal, overly-rugged masculine emotion that took hold of me. I did NOT slobber all over myself via lewd desire like some impudent, lustful, arrogant bro. I did NOT jump up and down and inwardly scream “Woah, that girl is hot!” because it is my personal opinion that the word “hot” has been weighed down by so many repulsive, disrespectful connotations (all thanks to modern media), that it has ultimately become a rather derogatory adjective with which to describe such pure and blameless beauty. It has a devious way of cheapening it and that tends to bug me. Deep Regret and the stunning quality of such unpolluted beauty is far too exquisite and innocent to be associated with such brash crudeness.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8a8c83; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-5097028272235308164?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/5097028272235308164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=5097028272235308164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5097028272235308164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5097028272235308164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote-from-my-favorite-musician.html' title='A Quote From My Favorite Musician.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1710023176785023642</id><published>2010-11-15T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:17:20.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is approaching, and some exciting things come with it! First, April, Nic, and Makenzie are coming!!!!! =D =D =D So excited! And, Ensemble is this Saturday night! April and Nic are going to try to get here in time to go. =D And on Sunday, I'm going to play a song for church. I am really nervous! This is the last time I am going to do a song by myself in front of church for awhile! By that, I mean that I am going to be playing THREE duets for Christmas time! One with my friend, Bobby, me on the piano and him on the guitar, one with Mrs. Mary, both of us on the piano, and the last one where I play the piano for the Youth Group girls to sing. Busy busy busy! I absolutely LOVE Ensemble! =D =D It's one of the highlights of the year! I can't wait! Although, I am a little nervous. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo uploader STILL isn't working! &amp;gt;=( I am very upset about that, and not quite sure what to do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing a new play! Should be.....interesting. But not as crazy as the last one! =O I will give you a little teaser: it involves two stupid criminals. Okay, that's it! Not saying anymore! You'll just have to wait! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1710023176785023642?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1710023176785023642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1710023176785023642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1710023176785023642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1710023176785023642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6817566081996403687</id><published>2010-11-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:43:41.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Will Repay.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I just had to tell you guys about this. So, some of you may remember that awhile ago, I posted about attending the ladies conference. At the conference, there was an auction of jewelry to help support a woman in our church who had breast cancer (she is cancer free now! PTL!) Well, I found a necklace that I absolutely ADORED! It was beautiful! Go to the link below to read the sad, pitiful story about it. &lt;br /&gt;http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/super-long-random-postfun-d.html&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, I didn't get the necklace, but not in the way that you think, so I encourage you to read the post. =D (just a suggestion, the title won't make sense without your reading the post) =D I would post a pic, but my laptop is still being stupid, and won't access important sites! (a.k.a. Cutest Blog on the Block, Hot Bliggity Blog, and photo uploaders, not to mention numerous other random sites. &amp;gt;=() But, there is a pic in the post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I was trying on my dress for Ensemble (yes, this DOES fit in!). I wore my long, green one last year and the year before, so this year, I was going to wear a different dress that I had bought last year shortly after Ensemble, a red, sparkly one. It was beautiful, but when I tried it on, I found that the cut just didn't look good on me. My legs are quite thin and long, so short, fancy dresses just don't do it for me for some reason. =/ So, I reluctantly decided to give it to Christy. I talked to Mom and said that I guessed we would have to start dress shopping. She, of course, like I knew she would, said, "Why don't you just wear your green one?" (she loves that dress!) I said, "Mom! I've worn that dress for the last three years!" &lt;br /&gt;Mom said, "Well, why don't you just try it on and see what you think?" So, to humor her, I did. She, of course, said, "That dress is beautiful on you!" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mom, that doesn't change the fact that I'VE WORN IT FOR THE PAST THREE YEARS!" &lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You know, that necklace we almost got at the Lady's Conference would perfectly match this." &lt;br /&gt;Me: "You just had to bring that up, didn't you? Why did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Well, if you had that necklace, would you wear the dress?" &lt;br /&gt;Me: *shrugging* "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Wait right her." *dashes from room*&lt;br /&gt;Me: (by now, I have caught on to what is going on,&amp;nbsp; and am very happy when Mom arrives back in my room WITH THE NECKLACE!&lt;br /&gt;It is almost EXACTLY the same as the other one! Same colors and everything! I tried it on, and it goes PERFECTLY with the dress! AND IT HAS MATCHING EARRINGS! How could I say no? lol =D So, I am going to wear that dress to Ensemble. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6817566081996403687?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6817566081996403687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6817566081996403687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6817566081996403687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6817566081996403687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-will-repay.html' title='God Will Repay.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-5130585277792595657</id><published>2010-11-03T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:59:13.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm back! =D =D =D My awesome brother-in-law, Phillip, fixed my laptop. =D =D =D =D I have so many pics I want to post, it will just have to wait until tomorrow. =) But I just wanted to say hi and sorry for not posting earlier. =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-5130585277792595657?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/5130585277792595657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=5130585277792595657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5130585277792595657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5130585277792595657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/11/yo.html' title='Yo!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-9097840662860275093</id><published>2010-10-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:53:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eldarwen Here</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! This is Eldarwen. My awesome friend Taylor is away on vacation right now, and she cannot access her blog because her computer is acting up, so she asked me to post for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she's having a lot of fun, and she misses you all a lot! Taylor will be/is taking lots of pictures and she says she can't wait to get back to share them with you! (And I can't wait to see 'em, Tay!;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are all having a great weekend! Shabbat Shalom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Eldarwen&lt;br /&gt;thefaithfulelvenprincess.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-9097840662860275093?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/9097840662860275093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=9097840662860275093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9097840662860275093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9097840662860275093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/10/eldarwen-here.html' title='Eldarwen Here'/><author><name>Eldarwen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnWsMEx1HMQ/Td8HJrMle5I/AAAAAAAAFlw/xjjkncWKd5c/s220/profilephoto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6787581689514050497</id><published>2010-10-06T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:25:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I'm sorry to not have been posting for awhile. *gulp* Things are SO hectic! For one thing, we are leaving in three days for Florida! We will be there for close to two weeks. =O I know, I have mentioned this. I'm very sorry. Also, we are going to Silver Dollar City tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D =D So, I will try to post about it if I have time. =D =D =D I'll even try to make some vids! =D =D =D Just wanted to let you guys know what's going on. And also, if I can convince him, you may have a "guest speaker" while I'm on the road to Florida! No no, now I can't tell you who it is, you'll just have to wait and see. (first, I must tell him about it) =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6787581689514050497?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6787581689514050497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6787581689514050497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6787581689514050497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6787581689514050497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/10/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2413104659554610520</id><published>2010-09-30T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:02:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Awana Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was crazy hair night at Awanas! It was SO much fun! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A working progress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS42o0fdGI/AAAAAAAACXE/PREp23bEM3s/s1600/Photo392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS42o0fdGI/AAAAAAAACXE/PREp23bEM3s/s320/Photo392.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The almost-finished product. =D I'm using some hair extensions that Becky left last time she was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS47VjxYmI/AAAAAAAACXI/xqtiQ5-Fb3Q/s1600/Photo393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS47VjxYmI/AAAAAAAACXI/xqtiQ5-Fb3Q/s320/Photo393.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy's amazing eyebrows! (which I, of course, painted) *bows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS4-X7ciUI/AAAAAAAACXM/Q42nbvriTTE/s1600/Photo394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS4-X7ciUI/AAAAAAAACXM/Q42nbvriTTE/s320/Photo394.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us at church with our awesome hair! Notice, Christy's hair is painted now, and I have orange bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5Gc-YgxI/AAAAAAAACXQ/wtozwwVjAQI/s1600/Photo396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5Gc-YgxI/AAAAAAAACXQ/wtozwwVjAQI/s320/Photo396.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her arms! Isn't that weird?! This is one of my former students, Vianca. I posted about her earlier this year when she was in my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5J7u-KPI/AAAAAAAACXU/Dgda3VgLSRQ/s1600/Photo397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5J7u-KPI/AAAAAAAACXU/Dgda3VgLSRQ/s320/Photo397.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad! *dissolves into helpless laughter* Sorry the pic is blurry, but you get the idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5NMoF2OI/AAAAAAAACXY/L-eg_ScqiVI/s1600/Photo398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5NMoF2OI/AAAAAAAACXY/L-eg_ScqiVI/s320/Photo398.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben, my new student. Since there are so many people in&amp;nbsp;Awanas this year, I only have two students, one of which was missing last night. But Ben kept me on my toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5R25U4QI/AAAAAAAACXc/cJqdRkZEiBc/s1600/Photo399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5R25U4QI/AAAAAAAACXc/cJqdRkZEiBc/s320/Photo399.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He can almost just look at a verse, then have it memorized. =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5Wg45KMI/AAAAAAAACXg/4DxxqBmowJo/s1600/Photo400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5Wg45KMI/AAAAAAAACXg/4DxxqBmowJo/s320/Photo400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda blurry. I was trying to get a good pic for my new facebook profile pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5bMZ3eLI/AAAAAAAACXk/mkhA8VPoPSo/s1600/Photo402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5bMZ3eLI/AAAAAAAACXk/mkhA8VPoPSo/s320/Photo402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There we go! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5f2xiq2I/AAAAAAAACXo/C8lPV7itlRM/s1600/Photo403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5f2xiq2I/AAAAAAAACXo/C8lPV7itlRM/s320/Photo403.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, of course, my goofy friend, Ryan, the red hair noticeably missing. I didn't recognize him at first. =D We should have had a pic taken together with our hair, but we um, didn't. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS5kai5hsI/AAAAAAAACXs/rO1pYQFqhE0/s320/Photo404.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, there ya have it! It was AWESOME! In two weeks, it's crazy glasses night! Woo-hoo! =D﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2413104659554610520?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2413104659554610520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2413104659554610520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2413104659554610520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2413104659554610520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-hair-awana-night.html' title='Crazy Hair Awana Night!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TKS42o0fdGI/AAAAAAAACXE/PREp23bEM3s/s72-c/Photo392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7255791203799893256</id><published>2010-09-27T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:51:44.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Song!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE this song! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ep4zNEqWMgs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ep4zNEqWMgs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-7255791203799893256?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7255791203799893256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=7255791203799893256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7255791203799893256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7255791203799893256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-song.html' title='Awesome Song!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-782499253742318550</id><published>2010-09-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:41:22.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJwODilE_iI/AAAAAAAACW8/Q26fsfFDvq8/s1600/Photo276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJwODilE_iI/AAAAAAAACW8/Q26fsfFDvq8/s320/Photo276.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today was Thursday. (as you know) Thursday's can be pretty boring, so today, Christy and I went hunting for a facebook profile pic. =D Which resulted in about a hundred pictures. I took a lot of pictures of her, she took more pics of me. =D If I post them all, then I will feel terribly vain. Please comment and tell me if you would like to see some of them, or would I rather I not. Don't worry, I won't feel bad if you don't want to see them. =D I'll be posting a couple more soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tomorrow, Becky is coming over! (again!) Yes, she practically lives at my house. And on Saturday, we're going to the Razorback game. But not to watch. To work. Our school (I say "our" because I used to go there, I know everyone there, and I'm still considered as part of the class) has a concession stand so the juniors and seniors can raise money for their senor trip. Even though I'm not technically in the class, they welcomed my help, of course. And I love to work there, so everyone is happy! =D Ryan was going to sit at home and watch it, but I persuaded him to come. =D =D So two of my best friends are going to be there! =D Now, if only Eldarwen could come...... =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I leave you with this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJwOKJTXtRI/AAAAAAAACXA/041AvvGOynE/s1600/Photo275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJwOKJTXtRI/AAAAAAAACXA/041AvvGOynE/s320/Photo275.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-782499253742318550?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/782499253742318550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=782499253742318550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/782499253742318550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/782499253742318550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-thursday.html' title='Picture Thursday!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJwODilE_iI/AAAAAAAACW8/Q26fsfFDvq8/s72-c/Photo276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-9179534084573014698</id><published>2010-09-22T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:18:11.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am SO happy!!!!!!! So happy, I could scream! *screams* =D AWANA STARTS TODAY!!!!!!!! Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D I have been waiting SO long for this! All summer! I hung my shirt above my head last night and fell asleep looking at it. =D I'm already wearing it in anticipation of tonight. =D This is just so exciting! When Awanas is going on, Wednesday is the highlight of my week!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D =D Okay, I'm done. Just wanted to let ya'll know. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-9179534084573014698?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/9179534084573014698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=9179534084573014698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9179534084573014698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9179534084573014698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayay.html' title='YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4824536005099054729</id><published>2010-09-19T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:05:38.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings!</title><content type='html'>I'm at my Youth Group leader's house. He's really weird! =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4824536005099054729?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4824536005099054729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4824536005099054729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4824536005099054729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4824536005099054729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/greetings.html' title='Greetings!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1689163221650742288</id><published>2010-09-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:56:41.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You are Wondering....and Justin Bieber. (that ought to draw some people)</title><content type='html'>I removed the roses farther up the page. Now, you may think I did it because I was mad that some people gave me black roses. Well, that's not the reason. I knew that I would get some, and I knew that whoever gave them would be anonymous, but I didn't think that whoever left them wouldn't give me any suggestions to improve my blog!!!!!! &amp;gt;=(&amp;nbsp; How would you guys like it if someone walked up to you and said, "I hate you" without giving any reason why? I know, that's exaggerated, but still! I don't care if you leave a black rose anonymously, but come on! Leave a suggestion! Rrrrrrggggghhhhhh, sorry, that just drives me nuts. And either a portion of my followers hate me, or there's one person who enjoys giving black roses. If that is the case, that is totally out of line! One will suffice. If you are the culprit, I hope you're listening! If you hate my blog that much, then here's an idea. LEAVE!!!!!!! Sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have settled down. I hate having people do something that I can't retaliate to or try to fix. I am SO bored! I've been playing Monster Hunter for the past couple of hours, but I'm bored of that. I also watched some of the Razorback game, but we kicked their butts, so that was boring too. =D I convinced Ryan to get a facebook, and also bribed him to give me his password. Mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D How, you ask? Well, I have my ways... =D So I helped him set that up (not that he needed any help, I think he was just being nice). I watched the Jurassic Park movies. I love them so much!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was my first time to watch the second and third. They always have me on the edge of my seat!!!!!!! =D =D = D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. DOES ANYONE OUT THERE LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJULVG8aA_I/AAAAAAAACWo/zYQEzud1FFU/s1600/jb98.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJULVG8aA_I/AAAAAAAACWo/zYQEzud1FFU/s320/jb98.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1689163221650742288?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1689163221650742288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1689163221650742288&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1689163221650742288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1689163221650742288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-case-you-are-wonderingand-justin.html' title='In Case You are Wondering....and Justin Bieber. (that ought to draw some people)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJULVG8aA_I/AAAAAAAACWo/zYQEzud1FFU/s72-c/jb98.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6977881227103764135</id><published>2010-09-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:17:26.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-da!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is! To understand what I'm talking about, you had better read the last post. lol =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, the illustrious and amazing song-writer, Ryan J.! (I gave him a new last name, J isn't the first letter of his real last name) =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJDmP7PIbcI/AAAAAAAACWM/2XFeDIR1Zm8/s1600/Photo207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJDmP7PIbcI/AAAAAAAACWM/2XFeDIR1Zm8/s320/Photo207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the talented composer, Taylor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJDmWLi5wlI/AAAAAAAACWU/84JufjTpNKY/s1600/Photo232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJDmWLi5wlI/AAAAAAAACWU/84JufjTpNKY/s320/Photo232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(lol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan didn't want me to post the audio of him singing (not that I know how to do that anyway) so this is me playing the music that I wrote for his song. Idk why the video is so small, but it's just for listening anyway. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6dd60f991638d000" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dd60f991638d000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBEC75F7E3E7E314D986FC1460FD3D6535ED794A.11D23AD078B090030901512E05698C95F009738C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dd60f991638d000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ7IgwBSSrhlkCIjaL6yOWy2hJ-s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dd60f991638d000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331478358%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBEC75F7E3E7E314D986FC1460FD3D6535ED794A.11D23AD078B090030901512E05698C95F009738C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dd60f991638d000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ7IgwBSSrhlkCIjaL6yOWy2hJ-s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't judge. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6977881227103764135?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6977881227103764135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6977881227103764135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6977881227103764135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6977881227103764135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/ta-da.html' title='Ta-da!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TJDmP7PIbcI/AAAAAAAACWM/2XFeDIR1Zm8/s72-c/Photo207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-9068772046861877127</id><published>2010-09-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:29:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't We Clever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will probably be a lot more funny to me than you guys. =D Last night, I was talking on the phone with a couple of my friends, Ryan and Becky. Somehow, we got on the topic of "Puff the Magic Dragon", which Ryan is scared of. (lol) I can say that without worry of him ever finding out because he never reads my blog. &amp;gt;=P Anyway, we talked for like an hour, then he hung up and Becky and I talked for a couple more hours. I checked my unread text messages when I was done, and Ryan had sent me a recording of him singing a stupid song about Puff he had just made up! It was SO funny!!!!!!!!!! I almost died! It's now my ringtone!!!!! If I can figure out how, I'll try to post it on here. =D Here are the words: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puff, the magic dragon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He makes little kids scared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They flail around in ag-on-y...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz he's got&amp;nbsp;an evil glare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, you guys think I'm crazy. But if you knew him, and how shy he is.... =D Anyway, he said he was going to try to figure out the music to it on the guitar, so I offered to do it on the piano. =D I got the tune down really fast (it's very simple) but it took me forever to write it down!!!!!&amp;nbsp; For one thing, I had to make my own music paper to write the notes on!! And, my notes were drawn so badly they're almost illegible. But I did finish it. =D Ryan's going to write a few more verses. =D =D But then he had a suggestion. He said, "Hey, why don't you play the music to it and sing harmony with me?" Haha. Yeah, that's gonna happen. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-9068772046861877127?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/9068772046861877127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=9068772046861877127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9068772046861877127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9068772046861877127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/arent-we-clever.html' title='Aren&apos;t We Clever?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8423225943670069116</id><published>2010-09-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:41:59.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I May Have a Moment...</title><content type='html'>HEY! My bestest friend Eldarwen is having a spectacular giveaway! I'm sure ya'll already know about it, but still. =D Please enter! Competition is fierce, the prize amazing! So what are you waiting for? =D Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://thefaithfulelvenprincess.blogspot.com/2010/09/500th-post-giveaway.html"&gt;http://thefaithfulelvenprincess.blogspot.com/2010/09/500th-post-giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8423225943670069116?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8423225943670069116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8423225943670069116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8423225943670069116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8423225943670069116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-may-have-moment.html' title='If I May Have a Moment...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8935767250928705517</id><published>2010-09-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T16:41:53.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring and Hairdos.</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to post about. Sorry. =( Becky spent last night here, and we stayed up till about 2:30. You probably think that we were doing something fun and crazy, right? Wrong. We watched the Dark Knight until about 1:00 a.m., then read our books for an hour and a half. We are so exciting. But that's what we love to do! We went on a couple of gocart rides, which was crazy. =D I was texting my friend as we whizzed along, and almost dropped my phone! Serves me right, I guess. Now I'm super tired, and my family tells me that I am cranky. Baloney. Don't you think I would know if I was cranky?! I am the most cheerful person on this planet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &amp;gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yeah, I should probably get some sleep. But, I had a picture that I wanted to show you. Christy and I were bored, so we "fixed up" our hair. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TIwTeG_l0rI/AAAAAAAACV4/UbCxx_Bg3xI/s1600/019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TIwTeG_l0rI/AAAAAAAACV4/UbCxx_Bg3xI/s320/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are so cool. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8935767250928705517?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8935767250928705517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8935767250928705517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8935767250928705517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8935767250928705517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/boring-and-hairdos.html' title='Boring and Hairdos.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TIwTeG_l0rI/AAAAAAAACV4/UbCxx_Bg3xI/s72-c/019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3557719132756190929</id><published>2010-09-07T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:25:38.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Play.</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is the play I told you about in the last post, that no one read. lol =D So, I'll tell you again. This is the play that I wrote for an English assignment. Me and a few of my friends are going to act it out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three women are sitting at a kitchen table, talking after a long day of housework. The room is a typical kitchen. They are good friends, and are waiting for a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Bly: Owner of the house. Middle-aged, friendly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen Harrison: Fun-loving, outgoing, sometimes crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda Sanders: Rather sarcastic, married. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agatha Marconia: Middle-aged, very superstitious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: More coffee, girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: No thanks, I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Well, I'll take some more, thank-you Mary. (Mary gets up and goes to the coffee pot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: My, that's a lot of calories. (Glances sideways at Karen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: (Unfazed by Linda's remark) I was up at two o'clock with Tommy. He still won't sleep through the night! I am so tired! I need this coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: (nodding wisely) I know what you mean. Children can be so difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Well, I'm glad I never had any then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Linda! I'm surprised at you! You always said you never had children because Brad didn't want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Well, yes, that's true. Well, sort of. Brad doesn't want to have kids because I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen. But children can be so wonderful! I just don't understand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: (Interrupting) I wonder where Agatha is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Who knows? Probably off on another lark of hers. (Leans forward) She does the strangest things, you know. (The others involuntarily lean closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: What do you mean? (Eager for a bit of gossip) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Oh, that's right! You've never met her! Well, let me tell you! I think it has something to do with her religion, or whatever you call it. Superstitions, cults...I don't like it. She says that she communicates with nature, that nature is god. She says we're surrounded by spirits who control our fate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Now Linda, I've always found Agatha to be perfectly pleasant, when she isn't absorbed in her....beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: (squeals) It makes me even more eager to meet her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Don't worry, you will. She should be here in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(loud screams are heard coming closer to the house)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: What is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Linda and Mary share a knowing look)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: That's Agatha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wild-eyed woman bursts in and slams the door behind her. She is wearing an odd assortment of clothes that are outdated and don't match&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: CLOSE THE DOORS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She rushes around the table, slamming the back door shut with a terrific bang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Agatha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: The windows!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She rushes around the kitchen and slams the windows shut, then races off into the other rooms off scene to shut the other windows)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (sighing) Here she goes on another one of her larks! I warned you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: (wide-eyed) What is she doing?! Is she all right?! Are we under attack?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (waving her hand and rolling her eyes) No, it's just something strange, as usual. I'm sure it's nothing serious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chorus of screams are heard from offstage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: NOW what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Oh dear, the bedroom window sticks when someone tries to shut it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;She scurries out of the kitchen and off stage to where the screams are being heard)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Imagine. Having a fit because a window won't shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: (still shaken) Is there anything wrong with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (shrugs) Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mary enters, a comforting arm around Agatha's shoulder as the woman shakes visibly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Now Agatha, you just sit down right here and tell us what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Agatha reluctantly settles into a chair at the table. She grabs Linda's cup of coffee and holds it in trembling hands. Linda glares at her, but Agatha takes no notice.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: I-I was walking over here, a-and I-I (A look of fear comes into her eyes and she bites her knuckle fearfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: (prompting) Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (sarcastically) Oh yes, do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen sits staring at Agatha, wide-eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (Taking deep breath. Speaks quickly) I stepped on a green leaf! (bursts into sobs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All three women share a look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: (Venturing) A green leaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (screams) YES! (buries her head in her arms and sobs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: And that's......bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (raises her head with a look of disbelief on her face) Do you seriously not know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: She's a newcomer, Agatha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: To step on a green leaf is to insult the gods of nature! (raises her arms in the air dramatically) The leaf was not dead yet!!!!! When I stepped on it, I killed it!!!!! The gods of nature did not will for it to die yet! And I killed it! (she buries her face in her hands and sobs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karen is gawking at her with a mixture of terror and curiosity. Linda looks bored. Mary is playing with her coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (leaping to her feet) Oh no! What am I doing?! I am going to be punished!!!! I cannot be with other people, or they too will experience the wrath of the gods!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She runs out of the room, mumbling some weird chant. We hear the door slam after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: That.....was....really....really.....weird! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: It's Agatha. Same difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: I know she's a little strange, but she really is sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda glances at her watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Oh, I'm sorry Mary, but I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Um, yes, I should be going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both stand up and say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cut camera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;start camera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and Linda are sitting at Linda's home on the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Listen Karen, I would really like to show Agatha how silly she is being with all this superstition stuff. I mean, she was a perfectly normal person before she got caught up in all of that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: I agree. We really owe it to her to try to return her to normal. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (grinning mischievously) I'm glad you asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ACT II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and Agatha are sitting at Mary's table again. Agatha is showing Mary some strange voodoo thing, and laughing weirdly. Karen and Linda burst through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (panicking) AGATHA! Agatha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Agatha jumps to her feet and runs over to where Linda is supporting Karen, who looks faint.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: What happened?! (looks fearful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Karen got a papercut!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Agatha examines Karen's finger while Karen acts like she is dying.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: Oh no!!! This is my fault! (wails) I stepped on the green leaf yesterday and came directly here, and now the spirits of nature are punishing you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (falls to the floor sobbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Karen winks at Linda, who helps her to a chair at the table next to Mary, who examines Karen's finger worriedly.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Oh Karen, it's just a little scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (jumping to her feet) It's only the beginning! We have to move fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She grabs Karen and Mary by the hands and drag them into the living room, Linda following behind. She seats them all in a circle on the floor and rushes about, gathering things. The girls just watch her.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (screaming) They're coming! (looks around wildly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Agatha runs into the kitchen and returns with several sun catchers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: Agatha, what are you doing with my sun catchers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Agatha smacks them on all of the living room windows.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: They will catch some of the spirits as they come in to kill us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She rushes out of the room and returns with building blocks. She arranges a circle around the girls.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (shrieking) Hold hands, hold hands!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She flips on the ceiling fan and turns off all the lights. She runs and makes sure that the door is locked, then comes in with a wand and dances around the girls, who look at each other in quiet amusement. Agatha grabs a salt shaker and salts each of their heads, then runs and grabs a piece of lace and plops down by the girls, who have left a spot for her in the circle. Agatha throws the lace over her head and covers her ears with her hands and holds her nose shut and hums a chant. The girls don't quite know what to say.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Um, Agatha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: (shortly) Sh. (she resumes her chant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: (protesting) But Agatha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: Quiet! Don't let them in your body! (she covers her ears and nose again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: Agatha!!!! Where's Karen?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Everyone looks around wildly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: Oh NO!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She leaps to her feet, but does not leave the circle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary: I have to go find her! (She steps out of the circle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agatha: NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (she yanks Mary back in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: But Agatha, we have to find her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Agatha is about to answer, when they hear chains rattling in the hallway. Mary and Linda pretend to be scared, but Agatha is terrified. A figure in white sheets appears and Mary and Linda scream. Agatha's eyes roll back and she collapses in a dead faint.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ACT III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Karen and Linda are sitting at Mary's table again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: It's been two weeks since we played that joke on Agatha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(silence)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda: It probably could have gone better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pause)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mary enters holding Agatha's arm in support. Agatha is shaking and looking around wildly and twitching uncontrollably. Mary helps her sit then sits next to Linda and Karen. All three stare at Agatha, who is still shaking and twitching and looking around. Her eyes are wide with terror.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Yeah, it probably could have gone better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;THE END&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is! =D Tell me how ya liked it. =D Guess what part I'm going to play? lol =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3557719132756190929?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3557719132756190929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3557719132756190929&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3557719132756190929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3557719132756190929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-play.html' title='My Play.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4442836224849216620</id><published>2010-09-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:14:31.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Gone!</title><content type='html'>April and Nic left yesterday. =( It was sad, but I am kind of glad to get back into routine. =) Sorry I didn't post that whole time, but either I was busy or tired or Nic was on my laptop. So it's not my fault! =( =) But I did get to use April's straightener. =D I am now addicted!!!! And I wore eye makeup for the first time too. It was very exciting. =D Since we got time off for April and Nic's visit, we have to do school today. Wait, today is Labor Day! =O I totally forgot! Well then, happy Labor Day! =D I'll post again when I have something meaningful to post about. =D Something having to do with pictures....Oh! I know something interesting!!!!! =D *evil laugh* For an English project, I had to write a small play. Me and a few of my friends are going to act it out, and I thought that you guys might like to read it. =D So I'll be posting that later. =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4442836224849216620?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4442836224849216620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4442836224849216620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4442836224849216620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4442836224849216620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/09/theyre-gone.html' title='They&apos;re Gone!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3409654774297546127</id><published>2010-08-31T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:12:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Forgot to Tell You...</title><content type='html'>April and Nic are here in Arkansas! You may remember, I posted about them like, two months ago. We went up and visited them up in Minnesota, and now, they're here, with Makenzie! She's the one I asked you guys to vote for. =D We went to Chuck E.Cheese today, and it was a blast! =D =D =D I am SO tired! It's crazy! I have no reason to be so tired, but still, I am. =( I'll try to post pics tomorrow. =) Just wanted to tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3409654774297546127?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3409654774297546127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3409654774297546127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3409654774297546127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3409654774297546127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-forgot-to-tell-you.html' title='I Forgot to Tell You...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6202071796694836304</id><published>2010-08-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:10:18.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jellyfish</title><content type='html'>I find this video absolutely HILARIOUS for some reason! My friend, Becky, thinks I'm crazy for liking it so much, so I was just wondering what you guys think of it. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iubJ-XSL9go?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iubJ-XSL9go?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6202071796694836304?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6202071796694836304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6202071796694836304&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6202071796694836304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6202071796694836304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/jellyfish.html' title='Jellyfish'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7002467248813379440</id><published>2010-08-27T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:04:46.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Tonight, my best friend Becky is spending the night! =D =D =D I know what you're thinking. What's the big deal? Yes, I know she comes over practically every other week, but this weekend is going to be special! We're going to play Monster Hunter Tri and Zelda, and watch ghost movies late at night, and possibly The Dark Knight! =D And very late, we're going to go catch frogs at the pond. So this is going to be so awesome! =D I can't wait! This afternoon, I'm going with her and another friend, Ryan, to a school activity. They both go to school where I used to go, and I keep in touch with everyone. =D I just LOVE hanging out with friends, and since I don't get to do it often, this is especially special! =D I'm going to take pics with my phone while at the activity, and I'll use the camera when I get home. I was planning on making a video of Becky and I playing Monster Hunter Tri (we get pretty worked up) but the webcam on this laptop isn't working, and I can't figure out how to transfer vids from the video camera, so I guess that's out. =( But there will still be pictures!!! =D =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-7002467248813379440?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7002467248813379440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=7002467248813379440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7002467248813379440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7002467248813379440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-428895895060617857</id><published>2010-08-25T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:12:46.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Then!</title><content type='html'>All right, I get it, I get it. You people obviously aren't too interested in my Alaska pictures, so I have decided not to post the&amp;nbsp;rest of them. I do have&amp;nbsp;something else that might interest you. My sister, April, has a daughter, Makenzie. We went up to there house about&amp;nbsp;a month or so ago, you may recall. Well, Makenzie is entered in a Gerber contest, and she needs votes! The prize is $25,000!!!! =O A person is allowed to vote once per day per computer. So Mom and I vote every day, me on my laptop, and&amp;nbsp;she on her PC. I've looked through the pics, and Makenzie is totally the cutest kid entered.&amp;nbsp; I would really, really, really, really appreciate it if you would vote for her. She already has more than most, but if she were going to win, it would take some dedication. =) So have a heart, and cast some votes. Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.gerber.com/photo/#/vote/"&gt;http://www.gerber.com/photo/#/vote/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/THUYN2TREdI/AAAAAAAACVE/aguEffv7J4I/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/THUYN2TREdI/AAAAAAAACVE/aguEffv7J4I/s320/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When you get to the site, click "search photos" down below, and enter this number to find Makenzie: 64377&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you have any trouble at all voting for her, please tell me! This is very important! Thanks! =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-428895895060617857?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/428895895060617857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=428895895060617857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/428895895060617857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/428895895060617857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/fine-then.html' title='Fine Then!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/THUYN2TREdI/AAAAAAAACVE/aguEffv7J4I/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7763908872430986092</id><published>2010-08-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:24:07.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Pictures-Part One.</title><content type='html'>I posted this the first time, and one, maybe two people commented!!!!!! Very disappointing! This took a long time to make, and it's about an awesome trip! When you commented on the last Alaska post, you all wanted pics! Well, here they are! =D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are the Alaska pictures!!!!!!! Yay! But only part of them. There are SO many, I would be here all day, so, I'm dividing them up in parts. I would have posted this yesterday on Saturday; interesting story behind that. I woke up at 10:00 (still getting used to the time change from Alaska), ate some donuts, and checked my email. I saw that I had comments on this post titled "My Dream House". I was sitting there thinking, "What? I didn't write that!" So I skedaddled on over and checked it out. Turns out that I made this post awhile back and scheduled it for today. Strange, huh? I like to get maximum comments on a post, so I try not to post more than once a day. So, that's why I'm posting it today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I already posted about what we did in Alaska. If you haven't read that, in order to understand this, you had better go back and read that. I am not sure at all what pictures go with what day, so this should be interesting. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_yt0SBJbI/AAAAAAAACO8/wnWKzeRlgb8/s1600/P8050002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_yt0SBJbI/AAAAAAAACO8/wnWKzeRlgb8/s320/P8050002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At the airport. I may look happy, but I was SO sick! (I just knew that Dad was taking a picture) =D I was&amp;nbsp;using Mom's phone that she lent to me, since I still hadn't gotten my new one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_yy1jJPKI/AAAAAAAACPE/q8VdMSLc3cg/s1600/P8050003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_yy1jJPKI/AAAAAAAACPE/q8VdMSLc3cg/s320/P8050003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the airplane. I was already getting frustrated with Christy, as you can see. When she's wearing that dopey smile, and my hands are doing that, you know that she is annoying me &lt;em&gt;on purpose!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_y2Vau3YI/AAAAAAAACPM/BOqlCXgNb2M/s1600/P8050004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_y2Vau3YI/AAAAAAAACPM/BOqlCXgNb2M/s320/P8050004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture out of the plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When we transferred to another plane in Minneapolis, Dad sat across the aisle from me and Christy next to two guys, Kenny and Trampis. (trampis was his last name, we're pretty sure) Trampis was a very loud talker, and talked the WHOLE six hours on the flight! No joke! He was a sniper in the military, really awesome. But he kept swearing, which wasn't cool. But Christy and I noticed something that we thought was so funny. He kept using the word "frikin". Seriously, in every other sentence, he would say it! It was so hilarious! Christy and I were cracking up! (Even though we don't like that word) =D =D =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_y8PbLLGI/AAAAAAAACPU/Y2Omt5yVSSI/s1600/P8060005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_y8PbLLGI/AAAAAAAACPU/Y2Omt5yVSSI/s320/P8060005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, these are like escalators, except they don't go up. They're just running along the floor, and it makes walking so much faster. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zBvq9qiI/AAAAAAAACPc/VBm1adFgSbI/s1600/P8060006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zBvq9qiI/AAAAAAAACPc/VBm1adFgSbI/s320/P8060006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Kenny, one of the guys sitting next to Dad. We saw him and Trampis at the baggage claim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zIq_58oI/AAAAAAAACPk/_HINvzBD1b4/s1600/P8060007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zIq_58oI/AAAAAAAACPk/_HINvzBD1b4/s320/P8060007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is Trampis with his two little boys. He had been away from home for about four months, I think. His wife is there, but we didn't get her in the picture. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zO3FsAxI/AAAAAAAACPs/ffKgrfBQsQo/s1600/P8070009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zO3FsAxI/AAAAAAAACPs/ffKgrfBQsQo/s320/P8070009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went to some park the very next day. It was cold! And yes, I am wearing flip flops. With my heel still infected, it really hurt to wear shoes, so I wore flip flops. Which I HATE! &amp;gt;=( People walking by gave me lots of funny looks. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zVewAHiI/AAAAAAAACP0/Te9_R3MhN5c/s1600/P8070011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zVewAHiI/AAAAAAAACP0/Te9_R3MhN5c/s320/P8070011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went back to the car and got warmer coats. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Next Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zdw09q_I/AAAAAAAACP8/vjaWAVbS3Mo/s1600/P8070012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zdw09q_I/AAAAAAAACP8/vjaWAVbS3Mo/s320/P8070012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of us at the Weekend Market I told you about. =D =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zm4DZTGI/AAAAAAAACQE/qyWXISEqQYg/s1600/P8070013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zm4DZTGI/AAAAAAAACQE/qyWXISEqQYg/s320/P8070013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The food was AWESOME! Wow, my hair looks really long there. =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zvLPyJxI/AAAAAAAACQM/qWDATqqSwCc/s1600/P8070014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_zvLPyJxI/AAAAAAAACQM/qWDATqqSwCc/s320/P8070014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of Dad's random pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_z1HiouoI/AAAAAAAACQU/MTiHpEN4tnQ/s1600/P8070015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_z1HiouoI/AAAAAAAACQU/MTiHpEN4tnQ/s320/P8070015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was an awesome malamute in the background! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_z_okO4kI/AAAAAAAACQc/HgsBOWGfVZ0/s1600/P8070016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_z_okO4kI/AAAAAAAACQc/HgsBOWGfVZ0/s320/P8070016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was so soft! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0Fm_wVII/AAAAAAAACQk/F07hymowVHY/s1600/P8070017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0Fm_wVII/AAAAAAAACQk/F07hymowVHY/s320/P8070017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not really sure what this is. When I uploaded it, I thought it had something to do with the next pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0ToEZH-I/AAAAAAAACQs/nlvYW0nn7CE/s1600/P8070018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0ToEZH-I/AAAAAAAACQs/nlvYW0nn7CE/s320/P8070018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can feel the glare from my Texan friends. *cringe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0hhIoXYI/AAAAAAAACQ0/fCVBx7gghoo/s1600/P8070019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0hhIoXYI/AAAAAAAACQ0/fCVBx7gghoo/s320/P8070019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was a whole stand dedicated to putting down Texas. Sorry Eldarwen. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0nApNgVI/AAAAAAAACQ8/aOrS_hAycPQ/s1600/P8070020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0nApNgVI/AAAAAAAACQ8/aOrS_hAycPQ/s320/P8070020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In case you can't read it, it says: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"There are 2 kinds of people. Those who are Texan and those who wish that they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the second one says:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"There are 2 kinds of people. Those who are Texan and those who are glad they aren't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL Notice the Texan flag on the first one and the Alaskan flag on the second. =D Seriously though, I love Alaska! =D =D =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0tLuKg4I/AAAAAAAACRE/lL45sfpvUwU/s1600/P8070021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0tLuKg4I/AAAAAAAACRE/lL45sfpvUwU/s320/P8070021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our beautiful room at the Sockeye Inn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0zLBqC7I/AAAAAAAACRM/fUbG9Oyxbz8/s1600/P8070022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0zLBqC7I/AAAAAAAACRM/fUbG9Oyxbz8/s320/P8070022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me texting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_04QE6QRI/AAAAAAAACRU/uOeNSlw8Tcc/s1600/P8070023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_04QE6QRI/AAAAAAAACRU/uOeNSlw8Tcc/s320/P8070023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um, yeah, it was a really nice room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0_Ji6J6I/AAAAAAAACRc/PgEfVGpigkw/s1600/P8080025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_0_Ji6J6I/AAAAAAAACRc/PgEfVGpigkw/s320/P8080025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty mountain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1Ez-TVfI/AAAAAAAACRk/ogt1gFxyJJo/s1600/P8080026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1Ez-TVfI/AAAAAAAACRk/ogt1gFxyJJo/s320/P8080026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Same mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1LOqlIFI/AAAAAAAACRs/e7x0wbi5fGE/s1600/P8080027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1LOqlIFI/AAAAAAAACRs/e7x0wbi5fGE/s320/P8080027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still the same one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1Qv93TyI/AAAAAAAACR0/_U8DEJxSeLI/s1600/P8080028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1Qv93TyI/AAAAAAAACR0/_U8DEJxSeLI/s320/P8080028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Dad loves taking these pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1dBEiAiI/AAAAAAAACR8/eBThAl2fCsE/s1600/P8080030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1dBEiAiI/AAAAAAAACR8/eBThAl2fCsE/s320/P8080030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought that this mountain looked cool because like a little blanket of clouds was draped across the top. It looks like a volcano smoking or something. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1lYShaLI/AAAAAAAACSE/iC5VgK50BYU/s1600/P8080031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1lYShaLI/AAAAAAAACSE/iC5VgK50BYU/s320/P8080031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Behold, the mighty glacier!!!!!!!! lol This one drifted down or something. You might think that it just happened a few days ago, but no. That thing has been there for years! It's so cold, it just barely melts. Weird, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1q3rESjI/AAAAAAAACSM/YF4W8pGQUdQ/s1600/P8080032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1q3rESjI/AAAAAAAACSM/YF4W8pGQUdQ/s320/P8080032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can see a real glacier between the mountains behind us. And yes, I am texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1w4DJjtI/AAAAAAAACSU/PIGNGFHSXbI/s1600/P8080033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_1w4DJjtI/AAAAAAAACSU/PIGNGFHSXbI/s320/P8080033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still texting. But in my defense, I was texting pictures of the glacier piece to everyone. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_13Jw1zKI/AAAAAAAACSc/VIjcvCB5TEg/s1600/P8080034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_13Jw1zKI/AAAAAAAACSc/VIjcvCB5TEg/s320/P8080034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That was a nice car. I loved it. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_187U6_SI/AAAAAAAACSk/3dff4o-xyVQ/s1600/P8080035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_187U6_SI/AAAAAAAACSk/3dff4o-xyVQ/s320/P8080035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went hiking up to by a real glacier. I had to wear tennis shoes, so my foot hurt a lot, and it took us a long time. If you're wondering why I am not wearing my coat, I had a fever from the infection, plus it was exhausting limping up there! But it was worth it.....I think. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2bGL6KlI/AAAAAAAACSs/Z_Ft57FPxZU/s1600/P8080036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2bGL6KlI/AAAAAAAACSs/Z_Ft57FPxZU/s320/P8080036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the glacier in front of Christy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2hov3R4I/AAAAAAAACS0/ab3G5OuZPjA/s1600/P8080037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2hov3R4I/AAAAAAAACS0/ab3G5OuZPjA/s320/P8080037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2n_FuB3I/AAAAAAAACS8/1JkoMG7wQkE/s1600/P8080038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2n_FuB3I/AAAAAAAACS8/1JkoMG7wQkE/s320/P8080038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was like a river running under the ice and snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2tBQt8gI/AAAAAAAACTE/nsFtcjIp_Rw/s1600/P8080039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2tBQt8gI/AAAAAAAACTE/nsFtcjIp_Rw/s320/P8080039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2zgCOvaI/AAAAAAAACTM/3GBE1-tuyhg/s1600/P8080041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2zgCOvaI/AAAAAAAACTM/3GBE1-tuyhg/s320/P8080041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Behind us is where the snow and ice caved in and dropped into the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_25R3FcdI/AAAAAAAACTU/svi4ykAy-Rw/s1600/P8080042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_25R3FcdI/AAAAAAAACTU/svi4ykAy-Rw/s320/P8080042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another one of these pictures. Dad doesn't like asking someone else to take the pictures. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2-0yzwpI/AAAAAAAACTc/Oh9mLZPyIeg/s1600/P8080045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_2-0yzwpI/AAAAAAAACTc/Oh9mLZPyIeg/s320/P8080045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=D Even there, you can see that I'm standing on tiptoe on one foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3FMskkII/AAAAAAAACTk/xbGEejcFeOc/s1600/P8080047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3FMskkII/AAAAAAAACTk/xbGEejcFeOc/s320/P8080047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought that this sign was funny. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3LprcQAI/AAAAAAAACTs/Vtj6eCusmpY/s1600/P8080050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3LprcQAI/AAAAAAAACTs/Vtj6eCusmpY/s320/P8080050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Resting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3RzjU90I/AAAAAAAACT0/4gkyXB1-b_8/s1600/P8080051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3RzjU90I/AAAAAAAACT0/4gkyXB1-b_8/s320/P8080051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad was sure that this plant was fireweed, so he took a picture of it. (By the way, it turned out not to be) lol =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Different Day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3dyX8TiI/AAAAAAAACT8/Tidj1JRZRA4/s1600/P8080052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3dyX8TiI/AAAAAAAACT8/Tidj1JRZRA4/s320/P8080052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are at the docks, trying to pick out a good fishing boat to take us halibut fishing. Yes, it was cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3kRWYATI/AAAAAAAACUE/YSfcdArEL2s/s1600/P8080053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3kRWYATI/AAAAAAAACUE/YSfcdArEL2s/s320/P8080053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3q8D59VI/AAAAAAAACUM/yNknyzE91R4/s1600/P8080054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3q8D59VI/AAAAAAAACUM/yNknyzE91R4/s320/P8080054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, we were driving back, and saw a black bear walking along! You can just barely see the little black dot in the picture, but it's there! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3wVDJ74I/AAAAAAAACUU/ZfjTQZBtkgI/s1600/P8090055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_3wVDJ74I/AAAAAAAACUU/ZfjTQZBtkgI/s320/P8090055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ate at this ridiculously over-priced and over-rated restaurant. Bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_4ENnwwII/AAAAAAAACUc/bKef9IPc3MM/s1600/P8090057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_4ENnwwII/AAAAAAAACUc/bKef9IPc3MM/s320/P8090057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's the Sockeye Inn behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_4L3LhlKI/AAAAAAAACUk/wX2HDpfn4KA/s1600/P8090058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_4L3LhlKI/AAAAAAAACUk/wX2HDpfn4KA/s320/P8090058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry ya'll, that's all for now! I have three times this many pictures &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;, so I would probably be here for the rest of my life, uploading and captioning them. =D More coming up soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-7763908872430986092?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7763908872430986092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=7763908872430986092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7763908872430986092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7763908872430986092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/alaska-pictures-part-one.html' title='Alaska Pictures-Part One.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TG_yt0SBJbI/AAAAAAAACO8/wnWKzeRlgb8/s72-c/P8050002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-5455649050668298998</id><published>2010-08-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:20:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream House!</title><content type='html'>This is another scheduled post, I'm still in Alaska. And I still miss all of you guys! =( Anyway, on a tag a long time ago, it said to describe my dreamhouse, and I said that I didn't have to describe it, I already knew where it was! So, here are the pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it pretty? I just love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFt_zZyM9fI/AAAAAAAACN4/gkpN0t06P-0/s1600/033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFt_zZyM9fI/AAAAAAAACN4/gkpN0t06P-0/s320/033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Especially the red door. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFuAEy_EncI/AAAAAAAACOA/PhSyJPeK0bg/s1600/P7192452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFuAEy_EncI/AAAAAAAACOA/PhSyJPeK0bg/s320/P7192452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is just a little ways down from our house, and I visit it often. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFuAPCESFkI/AAAAAAAACOI/MreS1Arnu1A/s1600/P7192453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFuAPCESFkI/AAAAAAAACOI/MreS1Arnu1A/s320/P7192453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhhhhh..... =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-5455649050668298998?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/5455649050668298998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=5455649050668298998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5455649050668298998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5455649050668298998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dream-house.html' title='My Dream House!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFt_zZyM9fI/AAAAAAAACN4/gkpN0t06P-0/s72-c/033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2104573882709116862</id><published>2010-08-19T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:23:12.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Button!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! I've been trying to make a button for some time, but it never turned out quite right. When I went to Alaska, I figured out exactly what I wanted for a button. So, the wonderful ****Emily**** made it, and did a terrific job! It's on my sidebar, please take it! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2104573882709116862?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2104573882709116862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2104573882709116862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2104573882709116862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2104573882709116862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-blog-button.html' title='New Blog Button!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3126498335088688566</id><published>2010-08-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T13:18:33.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W-O-W!</title><content type='html'>I have SO much to tell, it isn't even funny. First of all, I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D And so happy! It was a rough flight here, but totally worth it. But, I'm going to start from the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We woke up at seven a.m., and put the finishing touches on the packing, you know, tooth brushes, contact cases, earrings, hairbrush, all that jazz. I also took my pills, for the infection in my foot. I took one at seven and shoved the rest into my purse. By the time we left, I was having severe stomach cramps. You know, the kind where you hold your breath and try to breathe smoothly. Also, I was wearing my Nike's, the first tennis shoes since my injury on my heel. We stopped because I thought I was going to throw up, then checked my foot and saw that there was already a big ol' blood spot on my sock. So we went to a Dollar Store and bought a pair of flip flops, and were on our way again. I felt so sick, I had my head out the window, just in case. =) Mom dropped us off at the airport, we cruised through customs, blah blah blah, bottom line, we were sitting waiting for our flight. Christy wanted something to eat, and I definitely wasn't feeling up to it, but Dad thought that it would be a good idea, since I had skipped breakfast. So, I ate half of a giant pretzel, and felt SO much better! On the side of the bottle of pills, there was a warning about taking one on an empty stomach. *rolls eyes* So, as long as I keep my stomach filled, I feel fine. Nifty, huh? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flight was amazing, I absolutely LOVE flying! It's so exhilerating! And I would have taken a picture out the window, but I was using my Mom's phone, and couldn't figure out how to get to the camera. =( (Remember, my phone was ruined in the pool) =( The first flight was two hours to Minneapolis, then six hours to Anchorage. =O It wasn't too bad, but we were really thrown off when we got to Anchorage and the time was three hours later than in Arkansas. Not to mention that it was nine p.m., and still light! Weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christy and Dad went to Alaska two years ago, and stayed at a particular hotel, the Sockeye Inn. We stayed there again, and it was awesome! Everything in Alaska is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so expensive!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =O We got a really good deal on a suite, and it was REALLY nice. =D =D End of Day One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Anchorage, there's like a weekend market. It's so cool, people with stuff to sell set up on the weekends in the summer. And there is a lot of cool stuff! It's quite amazing. We spent all day there, just looking around. We got some REALLY good food! I wasn't feeling very good again, but still, the food was great! We had pizza, deep-fried halibut, and corn on the cob, all excellent! Yum! =D End of Day Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove quite a ways through Alaska, down to Homer, a little town at the bottom or edge or whatever, some spot on Alaska. I wouldn't know, I was sleeping. We went down there to set up a fishing trip for halibut. (And Dad got some clam chowder) lol =D The drive takes a few hours, and stopped and looked at some mountains and stuff on the way down. Actually, we went to a glacier. I can't recall the name, but it was really cool! (no pun intended) =D The hike up was pretty rough on me, I was wearing my tennis shoes, and&amp;nbsp;it was rubbing a lot. Not to mention that the actually tendons or something of the heel&amp;nbsp;were bruised, and I couldn't put any weight on it. =(&amp;nbsp; But we got some cool pictures. =D End of Day Three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For breakfast, we ate at this WAY over-priced restaurant. Outrageous... &amp;gt;=( Then we drove to.......*drum roll*.......Wasilla! =D =D =D.......*silence* Oh, I'm sorry, I assumed that you guys knew what was there. SARAH PALIN!!!!! My hero! (not really) But I do admire her a LOT! She's awesome! And I was in her home town!!!!!!!!!!! *screams*&amp;nbsp;I still can't believe it! And.....*smooths shirt and looks important* I got my fishing license there. *struts* lol =D We also went to this cool nature place, and went hiking on some trails. What was intended to take a few minutes turned into a few hours, as we went on the trails. The nice man at the nature place &lt;em&gt;assured&lt;/em&gt; us that the trails were good, seeing that I was wearing flip flops because of my heel. So, off we went. After about an hour, we came to a river running down the trail. I mean, a &lt;em&gt;river&lt;/em&gt;. Of Alaskan glacier water. You know that this spells disaster. So, we worked our way along beside the river, until we had to cross to get to the good side. Now, the river down the trail that we had to cross was maybe&amp;nbsp;two-three feet across, no more than half a foot deep. But remember, its COLD! =O There were some branches and rocks across it, and Dad and Christy, able to jump, made it across with ease. Of course, me, not being able to jump, attempted to cross the makeshift bridge they had lovingly constructed for me. Don't be fooled, they knew what would happen. The first step I took, my foot slipped and my flip flip got stuck in the mud. I was already going forward and couldn't stop, so my other foot splashed in the river. My wonderful family was standing on the safe shore, laughing at me. I reached down and yanked my stupid flip flop out, which was now covered in mud. I had to wash my feet and flip flops out by wading in the river. Ha.&amp;nbsp;Ha. Hilarious. Of course, Dad was taking pictures during my struggles, amid fits of laughter. End of Day Four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*groan* The most miserable day of the whole trip. Salmon fishing. *shudder* I'm not sure that I'm ready to talk about this, the experience is still too near. No, I can do this. *takes deep breath* We woke up at 3:00a.m.. In the morning. We drove for two hours, and met the fishing guide at 5:00a.m.. We then proceeded to embark on a boat ride around the lake in sub-zero temperatures (exaggeration). Our faces were like masks. The wind knifed through our clothing, chilling us to the bone. The rain pelted us as we flew along.&amp;nbsp;Our eyes were frozen shut (exaggeration). We finally reached our fishing destination. Wade, the guide, showed us the proper way to use the outdated and outlandish fishing poles (exaggeration), and we settled into our routine of drudgery. Right at the beginning, I had a bite, but my hands were too cold to hook the salmon. (exaggeration) Dad caught a salmon, bringing it in expertly (exaggeration). As he held it up proudly, I winced in knowing that I had missed my opportunity earlier (exaggeration). Next, Christy reeled in a beautiful fish as well. Now my face burned in shame, knowing that my sister had outdone me (exaggeration). If I would have had a paper bag, I would have been wearing it on my head. But that was it. Nothing more happened. We sat for hours. Nothing. Our numb arms ached from casting again and again, yielding no results. Finally, I turned to Dad, tears welling up in my eyes. Something inside of him must have stirred at the sight of my misery, and he told Wade that we were probably done. While I was glad about that, there was still the long, freezing, windy boat race back to the dock. But I braved it out, and lived to tell about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later,&amp;nbsp;we went on a moose hunt! Dad wanted to see a moose so badly, he would have us scour the countryside as we drove along, but to no avail. Many people had seen moose in this particular park, and Dad was enthusiastic as he threw us into the car and dragged us around the trails, ever in search of the elusive moose. Finally, we spotted two. Actually, we asked everyone we passed on the trails, asking them if they had seen any moose around, and one guy told us where to find two. They were two bull moose. As I told my friend, Ryan, a bull moose is a daddy moose, and a cow moose is a mommy moose. Yes, I live with toddlers. And a calf moose......yeah, you've got it. =D These moose were awesome, so huge! It was so cool! So, we took a million pictures, and moved on. As we were walking, we heard a noise to the side. Parting the bushes, we saw a cow moose and twin calves lying down. AWWWWWWWW!!!!! They were so cute! The calves looked like little foals. =D We took some pictures, but they weren't very good. By this time, my heel wouldn't bleed when wearing shoes, and I could put a small amount of weight on it. =D =D Very exciting! End Day Five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day of the legendary halibut fishing trip!!!! Now, after that terrible salmon experience, I was set to suffer. But the boat was nice, the weather was nicer, the equipment was nicer, it was so much nicer! And WHAMMO!&amp;nbsp;Right away, we started catching fish. And I mean FISH! The first one Dad caught was only (ONLY)&amp;nbsp;ten pounds, a mere guppy. So we threw him back. Our limit was two halibut per person, so if we each caught, say, a 17-pound fish, that's a LOT of fish. And we did each catch our limit. It was so much fun! The reel were so hard to reel in, since the line had a weight on the end, AND it was really far down, AND a fighting fish on the end! So Dad helped a lot. =D =D We were out for about seven hours, and it was a blast. Also, we saw orcas!!!! A whole school of the killer whales leaped by. It was amazing.&amp;nbsp;=D End Day Six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Seven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On that day, we went up to Denali, a national park. Dad and Christy went there two years ago and saw four grizzly bears. Little did we know that it had been pure luck. We drove four hours to get there, then four hours back, and no grizzly bears. Now that, is sad. But oh well, we drove through some beautfiul contrysides. =D End Day Seven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day Eight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was when we left Alaska. =( Very sad. We packed up all our stuff and the fish, went and hung out at the weekend market again, then went to the airport. The flight out of Anchorage to Detroit was amazing! The bad thing was that it was like seven&amp;nbsp;hours long, but everyone had there own TV, and could pick&amp;nbsp;from several movies, lists of music, and lots of games. I watched.......can you guess? CLASH OF THE TITANS!!!!!!!!! =D It was great, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I didn't get any sleep, but I managed to keep myself amused while everyone else was snoozing. =D The airport at Detroit was a joke. They had&amp;nbsp;our plane and the hangars or something mixed up, so&amp;nbsp;no one knew where to&amp;nbsp;go, and it was very frustrating since it was like six o'clock in the morning, and none of&amp;nbsp;us had&amp;nbsp;had any sleep. But we got hooked up with the right plane, and landed safely in the beautiful state of Arkansas. =D =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a couple of things I wanted to mention, there are some REAL men in Alaska!!!!! *drools* I have never seen so many hot guys in my life! And they weren't sissies either. Lots of them&amp;nbsp;carried guns,&amp;nbsp;just because they could. I love it!!!!!!!! =D =D =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also saw three AWESOME movies! I will list them from least favorite, to favorite. Now, I'm not saying that I didn't like one of these, I thought all three were some of the best I've ever seen! It's just the way I'm listing them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Sorcerer's Apprentice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie was great!&amp;nbsp;Quite clean, no cussing or&amp;nbsp;indecency that I recall, but a couple of things were&amp;nbsp;a little iffy. =/ But this movie was GREAT! I highly recommend it. (Also, it has Nicolas&amp;nbsp;Cage) =D =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. The Dark Knight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE this movie! =D =D I know it isn't exactly&amp;nbsp;new, but it's the first time I've seen it. First off, what made it a great movie is that&amp;nbsp;the Batman, a.k.a. Bruce&amp;nbsp;Wayne, played by Christian Bale, is SUPER HOT! WHOOOOOO!!!!! *ahem* Sorry,&amp;nbsp;I shall try to control myself. There is an excellent plot, very suspenseful. I&amp;nbsp;was on the edge of&amp;nbsp;the bed the whole time, playing with my new knife and threatening anyone who passed up the chance to&amp;nbsp;kill the Joker.&amp;nbsp;I think he is&amp;nbsp;one of the worst villians&amp;nbsp;I've ever seen in a movie, just&amp;nbsp;because he's nuts! It's scary! I was so upset though,&amp;nbsp;when I found out that the Joker was played by Heath Ledger. Who is Heath Ledger, you may ask? Well, if you have&amp;nbsp;ever seen The Patriot, is is the very cute son of the main dude.&amp;nbsp;He is awesome! I&amp;nbsp;can't believe&amp;nbsp;he was the Joker!&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;=( But Heath Ledger died from a drug overdose right after that movie was made. =(&amp;nbsp;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;GREAT movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;INCEPTION!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WOW! This movie was incredibly incredible!!!!!!! The story was amazing! So complicated, and action packed, and suspenseful and everything!!!!! I loved it so much!!!!!!!!!! I highly recommend it to anyone. The thing I didn't like about it was the cussing. I mention this because when I ask someone how a movie is, I like to know&amp;nbsp;the pros AND cons. There was some very innapropiate swearing, very offensive, and very unnecessary. So watch out for that. The acting was terrific, I loved every one of the characters. Especially Arthur, played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I am totally in love with him at the moment, he is so awesome in the movie!!!!!!!! =D I didn't understand everything, but I knew that I wouldn't, so it was okay. I laughed, I cried, I screamed, I smiled. Loved it. =D =D =D =D =D =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Also, today my phone was replaced. YAY!) =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed you guys SO much!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's all the days I have! I know, we were gone longer, but some o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3126498335088688566?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3126498335088688566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3126498335088688566&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3126498335088688566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3126498335088688566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/w-o-w.html' title='W-O-W!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4318682567073137016</id><published>2010-08-10T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:04:00.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Fun!</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I'm not really here, I'm still in Alaska. =D And I miss all of you terribly! =( Anyway, we went to the lake a couple of weeks ago, and Becky took pictures. =D The pictures are somewhat out of order, so I'm sorry about that, but I'm creating this post at ten o'clock the night before we leave, so I'm in a huge hurry. Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt7Sn19iI/AAAAAAAACHQ/rrBgSvsqalA/s1600/34932_128788803830718_100000987962326_154334_40132_n+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt7Sn19iI/AAAAAAAACHQ/rrBgSvsqalA/s320/34932_128788803830718_100000987962326_154334_40132_n+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Becky. I'm stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt9KBAyUI/AAAAAAAACHY/IJmOCcBCfTU/s1600/34932_128788807164051_100000987962326_154335_4243491_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt9KBAyUI/AAAAAAAACHY/IJmOCcBCfTU/s320/34932_128788807164051_100000987962326_154335_4243491_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nice hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt_Jc4KqI/AAAAAAAACHg/gbujOAclys4/s1600/37485_128780833831515_100000987962326_154277_5369272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt_Jc4KqI/AAAAAAAACHg/gbujOAclys4/s320/37485_128780833831515_100000987962326_154277_5369272_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My nephew, Galon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuA63t9CI/AAAAAAAACHo/Yt0YuwkXP3E/s1600/37485_128780837164848_100000987962326_154278_5605792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuA63t9CI/AAAAAAAACHo/Yt0YuwkXP3E/s320/37485_128780837164848_100000987962326_154278_5605792_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Galon in "Big Bertha". As you can see, he was terrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuC5rCT7I/AAAAAAAACHw/9Kqry4HcVtg/s1600/37485_128780840498181_100000987962326_154279_4662745_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuC5rCT7I/AAAAAAAACHw/9Kqry4HcVtg/s320/37485_128780840498181_100000987962326_154279_4662745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me, in my unusual swim attire. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuEop7V-I/AAAAAAAACH4/jsHa0PZ2CZI/s1600/37485_128780843831514_100000987962326_154280_2115671_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuEop7V-I/AAAAAAAACH4/jsHa0PZ2CZI/s320/37485_128780843831514_100000987962326_154280_2115671_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy was very excited. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuFnOBLgI/AAAAAAAACIA/A-1yZvygR2w/s1600/37485_128780850498180_100000987962326_154281_699241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuFnOBLgI/AAAAAAAACIA/A-1yZvygR2w/s320/37485_128780850498180_100000987962326_154281_699241_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mi padre! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuHSpTsII/AAAAAAAACII/16k0E-RTa_Q/s1600/37515_128779703831628_100000987962326_154262_5976020_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuHSpTsII/AAAAAAAACII/16k0E-RTa_Q/s320/37515_128779703831628_100000987962326_154262_5976020_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuJnZo8lI/AAAAAAAACIQ/SY4u1K7ieaQ/s1600/37546_128781280498137_100000987962326_154282_7850213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuJnZo8lI/AAAAAAAACIQ/SY4u1K7ieaQ/s320/37546_128781280498137_100000987962326_154282_7850213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, too much Gatorade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuLT7TnxI/AAAAAAAACIY/aTX_tt8R304/s1600/37546_128781283831470_100000987962326_154283_2612834_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuLT7TnxI/AAAAAAAACIY/aTX_tt8R304/s320/37546_128781283831470_100000987962326_154283_2612834_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wuv Becky! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuQjcejFI/AAAAAAAACIg/47OITCmUC0A/s1600/37546_128781293831469_100000987962326_154286_7998394_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuQjcejFI/AAAAAAAACIg/47OITCmUC0A/s320/37546_128781293831469_100000987962326_154286_7998394_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuSmdFyBI/AAAAAAAACIo/7F0h6WxRJIk/s1600/37717_128786463830952_100000987962326_154316_1550963_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuSmdFyBI/AAAAAAAACIo/7F0h6WxRJIk/s320/37717_128786463830952_100000987962326_154316_1550963_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy and Galon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuU7b1LwI/AAAAAAAACIw/n_ZC5H9zjAM/s1600/37717_128786467164285_100000987962326_154317_6932209_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuU7b1LwI/AAAAAAAACIw/n_ZC5H9zjAM/s320/37717_128786467164285_100000987962326_154317_6932209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My turn on the "Tube of Terror!" as I christened it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuWgCaHcI/AAAAAAAACI4/CVtCF1XND74/s1600/37717_128786470497618_100000987962326_154318_2997691_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuWgCaHcI/AAAAAAAACI4/CVtCF1XND74/s320/37717_128786470497618_100000987962326_154318_2997691_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuYZhgotI/AAAAAAAACJA/NPyx_rU0new/s1600/37717_128786473830951_100000987962326_154319_250870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuYZhgotI/AAAAAAAACJA/NPyx_rU0new/s320/37717_128786473830951_100000987962326_154319_250870_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuaBkwzGI/AAAAAAAACJI/-eXBenpUvdE/s1600/37717_128786477164284_100000987962326_154320_916215_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuaBkwzGI/AAAAAAAACJI/-eXBenpUvdE/s320/37717_128786477164284_100000987962326_154320_916215_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtub-o-onI/AAAAAAAACJQ/GvwxcMzFNQ8/s1600/37846_128781920498073_100000987962326_154287_780557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtub-o-onI/AAAAAAAACJQ/GvwxcMzFNQ8/s320/37846_128781920498073_100000987962326_154287_780557_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuermUkfI/AAAAAAAACJY/YCzkr6hs6qo/s1600/37886_128785447164387_100000987962326_154308_8226096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuermUkfI/AAAAAAAACJY/YCzkr6hs6qo/s320/37886_128785447164387_100000987962326_154308_8226096_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtulsdUqfI/AAAAAAAACJo/ySi2jQd1gEU/s1600/38169_128780003831598_100000987962326_154263_769024_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtulsdUqfI/AAAAAAAACJo/ySi2jQd1gEU/s320/38169_128780003831598_100000987962326_154263_769024_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becky and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuoIMtBGI/AAAAAAAACJw/Ho-PmrSrVqA/s1600/38169_128780007164931_100000987962326_154264_1585952_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuoIMtBGI/AAAAAAAACJw/Ho-PmrSrVqA/s320/38169_128780007164931_100000987962326_154264_1585952_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFturR6s-AI/AAAAAAAACJ4/RAjJgSVLTxc/s1600/38169_128780010498264_100000987962326_154265_4150089_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFturR6s-AI/AAAAAAAACJ4/RAjJgSVLTxc/s320/38169_128780010498264_100000987962326_154265_4150089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtutySIB4I/AAAAAAAACKA/yzb3EgTyiws/s1600/38169_128780013831597_100000987962326_154266_4395535_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtutySIB4I/AAAAAAAACKA/yzb3EgTyiws/s320/38169_128780013831597_100000987962326_154266_4395535_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becky and I again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuwWiYYkI/AAAAAAAACKI/wUyopF1hyo8/s1600/38169_128780017164930_100000987962326_154267_938240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtuwWiYYkI/AAAAAAAACKI/wUyopF1hyo8/s320/38169_128780017164930_100000987962326_154267_938240_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And again. Incidentally, she was terrified, and wouldn't ride in it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu0GeZ94I/AAAAAAAACKQ/K3L__8ofj6M/s1600/38238_128785770497688_100000987962326_154311_4627017_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu0GeZ94I/AAAAAAAACKQ/K3L__8ofj6M/s320/38238_128785770497688_100000987962326_154311_4627017_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Galon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu33cH1PI/AAAAAAAACKY/D86l0dcXgwY/s1600/38238_128785780497687_100000987962326_154314_3992925_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu33cH1PI/AAAAAAAACKY/D86l0dcXgwY/s320/38238_128785780497687_100000987962326_154314_3992925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loved riding in the tube! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu6f8rcNI/AAAAAAAACKg/xRO4gxuuoVo/s1600/38238_128785783831020_100000987962326_154315_2782171_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu6f8rcNI/AAAAAAAACKg/xRO4gxuuoVo/s320/38238_128785783831020_100000987962326_154315_2782171_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Technical difficulties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu8alac4I/AAAAAAAACKo/4kSt1eDnN1o/s1600/38451_128780420498223_100000987962326_154272_4175003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu8alac4I/AAAAAAAACKo/4kSt1eDnN1o/s320/38451_128780420498223_100000987962326_154272_4175003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu-2m0cVI/AAAAAAAACKw/83BPxePhwn8/s1600/38451_128780423831556_100000987962326_154273_6353170_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtu-2m0cVI/AAAAAAAACKw/83BPxePhwn8/s320/38451_128780423831556_100000987962326_154273_6353170_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After our ride of horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvE9IsOHI/AAAAAAAACLA/dQsRok22hJA/s1600/38451_128780427164889_100000987962326_154274_2853620_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvE9IsOHI/AAAAAAAACLA/dQsRok22hJA/s320/38451_128780427164889_100000987962326_154274_2853620_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy and Galon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvG5PA6eI/AAAAAAAACLI/Hj9_P439CNw/s1600/38451_128780430498222_100000987962326_154275_7060914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvG5PA6eI/AAAAAAAACLI/Hj9_P439CNw/s320/38451_128780430498222_100000987962326_154275_7060914_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvK6rxSSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/UHBwnefGxbc/s1600/38451_128780433831555_100000987962326_154276_3220971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvK6rxSSI/AAAAAAAACLQ/UHBwnefGxbc/s320/38451_128780433831555_100000987962326_154276_3220971_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that didn't last long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvMocBrDI/AAAAAAAACLY/vuEIAPoPf58/s1600/38716_128788357164096_100000987962326_154326_7645401_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvMocBrDI/AAAAAAAACLY/vuEIAPoPf58/s320/38716_128788357164096_100000987962326_154326_7645401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Christy. You can see the dam behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvSiciTwI/AAAAAAAACLo/AvzjSQGnspk/s1600/38716_128788360497429_100000987962326_154327_926607_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvSiciTwI/AAAAAAAACLo/AvzjSQGnspk/s320/38716_128788360497429_100000987962326_154327_926607_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvQWYL1-I/AAAAAAAACLg/ePVLVjJKE28/s1600/38716_128788363830762_100000987962326_154328_4577239_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvQWYL1-I/AAAAAAAACLg/ePVLVjJKE28/s320/38716_128788363830762_100000987962326_154328_4577239_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I fell out! Dad says I must have hit the water at like 50mph! Good thing I had a life jacket on, because I got the wind knocked out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvVKzCciI/AAAAAAAACLw/ilkhktp2_9A/s1600/38716_128788367164095_100000987962326_154329_7287368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvVKzCciI/AAAAAAAACLw/ilkhktp2_9A/s320/38716_128788367164095_100000987962326_154329_7287368_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hmph, actually, Christy pushed me out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvXDAgF9I/AAAAAAAACL4/Pt-W-8HaF70/s1600/38716_128788370497428_100000987962326_154330_1655853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvXDAgF9I/AAAAAAAACL4/Pt-W-8HaF70/s320/38716_128788370497428_100000987962326_154330_1655853_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my fb profile pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvZfDHYiI/AAAAAAAACMA/g5HavSKgnMQ/s1600/39014_128782323831366_100000987962326_154294_4634544_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvZfDHYiI/AAAAAAAACMA/g5HavSKgnMQ/s320/39014_128782323831366_100000987962326_154294_4634544_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More technical difficulties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvbSuTVxI/AAAAAAAACMI/w617LJX0Jig/s1600/39014_128782327164699_100000987962326_154295_4719209_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvbSuTVxI/AAAAAAAACMI/w617LJX0Jig/s320/39014_128782327164699_100000987962326_154295_4719209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look ready for anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvczo3VjI/AAAAAAAACMQ/XWS5-o8hKbE/s1600/39014_128782330498032_100000987962326_154296_143595_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvczo3VjI/AAAAAAAACMQ/XWS5-o8hKbE/s320/39014_128782330498032_100000987962326_154296_143595_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why is my mouth wide open, you may ask? Because I am singing the song that we always sing when we're out on the boat. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvgRM3r1I/AAAAAAAACMY/99RGiEtGWXs/s1600/39014_128782333831365_100000987962326_154297_3098446_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtvgRM3r1I/AAAAAAAACMY/99RGiEtGWXs/s320/39014_128782333831365_100000987962326_154297_3098446_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwTlJIiiI/AAAAAAAACMg/Xw4Ur9TVuYE/s1600/34932_128788810497384_100000987962326_154336_356768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwTlJIiiI/AAAAAAAACMg/Xw4Ur9TVuYE/s320/34932_128788810497384_100000987962326_154336_356768_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The camel head!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwVZM5COI/AAAAAAAACMo/OTUl4B28ZVo/s1600/34932_128788813830717_100000987962326_154337_180111_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwVZM5COI/AAAAAAAACMo/OTUl4B28ZVo/s320/34932_128788813830717_100000987962326_154337_180111_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becky says it's "The Claw!" but I think it looks more like a camel head. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwYryfB3I/AAAAAAAACMw/3J-d1sob6P0/s1600/34932_128788817164050_100000987962326_154338_4679039_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwYryfB3I/AAAAAAAACMw/3J-d1sob6P0/s320/34932_128788817164050_100000987962326_154338_4679039_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwa7xuPeI/AAAAAAAACM4/AMKAw7DYYvo/s1600/37540_128789180497347_100000987962326_154340_6237678_n+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwa7xuPeI/AAAAAAAACM4/AMKAw7DYYvo/s320/37540_128789180497347_100000987962326_154340_6237678_n+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thar he goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwcz9GAZI/AAAAAAAACNA/KG7Anw-N9Uk/s1600/37540_128789187164013_100000987962326_154342_6644562_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwcz9GAZI/AAAAAAAACNA/KG7Anw-N9Uk/s320/37540_128789187164013_100000987962326_154342_6644562_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There I go! And, in case you are wondering, yes, I can swim!!!! It's just fun to wear a life jacket! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwen0ODvI/AAAAAAAACNI/lkfcyNV6aVQ/s1600/37540_128789190497346_100000987962326_154343_6699246_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwen0ODvI/AAAAAAAACNI/lkfcyNV6aVQ/s320/37540_128789190497346_100000987962326_154343_6699246_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwhR-jVeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/zBnfTz23itc/s1600/37540_128789193830679_100000987962326_154344_6890352_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwhR-jVeI/AAAAAAAACNQ/zBnfTz23itc/s320/37540_128789193830679_100000987962326_154344_6890352_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preparing to jump. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwkoc0u2I/AAAAAAAACNY/zah4n-IvtfI/s1600/37546_128781287164803_100000987962326_154284_1005189_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwkoc0u2I/AAAAAAAACNY/zah4n-IvtfI/s320/37546_128781287164803_100000987962326_154284_1005189_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the cliffs that Dad jumped off of! =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwmMf0tRI/AAAAAAAACNg/FtNRRKCr3fU/s1600/37546_128781290498136_100000987962326_154285_809191_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwmMf0tRI/AAAAAAAACNg/FtNRRKCr3fU/s320/37546_128781290498136_100000987962326_154285_809191_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwoEwwCXI/AAAAAAAACNo/0y8FrvQy45A/s1600/37685_128789420497323_100000987962326_154346_531766_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtwoEwwCXI/AAAAAAAACNo/0y8FrvQy45A/s320/37685_128789420497323_100000987962326_154346_531766_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Becky and Christy. Christy's afraid. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFt4ylxMxUI/AAAAAAAACNw/8cVReLePGMg/s1600/37685_128789423830656_100000987962326_154347_1066281_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFt4ylxMxUI/AAAAAAAACNw/8cVReLePGMg/s320/37685_128789423830656_100000987962326_154347_1066281_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there she goes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's all the pics, hope you enjoyed them! Now, I have to make one more scheduled post before crashing. I'm sure that when you read this, I'll be in Alaska. So, my reality is right now, making this post on the 5th. But your reality is now, on the tenth. Of course, I can't say now, because I'm not to the tenth yet! I mean, when you read this, then my reality will be yours, but I won't be reaing this. Augh! Confused yet? =D Sorry, I think about this a lot. So, I'll see you later! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4318682567073137016?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4318682567073137016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4318682567073137016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4318682567073137016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4318682567073137016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/lake-fun.html' title='Lake Fun!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TFtt7Sn19iI/AAAAAAAACHQ/rrBgSvsqalA/s72-c/34932_128788803830718_100000987962326_154334_40132_n+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-9135448618177959772</id><published>2010-08-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:43:15.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, One and All.</title><content type='html'>*sniffle* We're leaving for Alaska in the morning at 7:00a.m.. *sniffle* I'm gonna miss you guys so much! *bawls* Just writing this makes me cry. ='(&amp;nbsp; But, I have scheduled a couple of posts during my absence, so you won't forget me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that I wouldn't post about my foot, but I have to tell you just a little. My "owies" were so bad that I had to go to the doctor today, and I got some bad news.&amp;nbsp;The abrasion on my heel is quite infected, and I have to take four pills a day for ten days. If the pills don't work, then I'll have to go into surgery. =( Also, I still can't put any pressure on my heel, so I still have to walk on tiptoe, but the doctor said that if I misstep while walking on tiptoe, I might break a tendon and have to go into surgery. So, it's a little critical, and I would much appreciate your prayers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so excited about tomorrow! I LOVE flying, and not just because it's a quicker way to travel. I love being up in the air, looking down. Eldarwen can tell you, I love the sky and birds. And Christy, my sister, could tell you that the thing I want to do most is fly. Yes, I am a dreamer. But I just love it so much. I spend hours looking at the birds, take millions of pictures of the sky, and walk to the top of the hill to watch the sunset. =D So this is very exciting! =D I'm finally all packed. Whew! But I just know that I forgot something....as usual. =D So, I need to get to bed now. Goodbye for ten days! ='( *sniffle*sobs*bawls*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-9135448618177959772?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/9135448618177959772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=9135448618177959772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9135448618177959772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9135448618177959772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/farewell-one-and-all.html' title='Farewell, One and All.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4557457929919691267</id><published>2010-08-04T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:38:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News! (And It's About Time!)</title><content type='html'>WAIT! Don't leave! I'm not posting about my foot! Promise! *crosses heart* No, I'm posting about good news. See the title? Hmph, and you were about to leave. Shame on you! *pouts* What? Oh! The good news! Right! Heh heh, almost forgot. Silly me. *slaps face* Now. I have two pieces of good news. Which would you like first? Hmmm? You have no preference? *sigh* I hate it when people do that. Seriously, I'm asking because I can't decide, and I want your input. And you answer something to the effect of, "I don't care", "I don't know", or "Whatever." What's that? Oh! You want the first piece of good news first? Wonderful! See, this considerate person is helping me out, picking a piece of........wait a minute. Hey! &amp;gt;=O&amp;nbsp;Are you trying to pull one over on me?! What do you think I am, blonde?! Of course you want the first piece of good news first!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;Good gravy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then, I'll just randomely (sp?)&amp;nbsp;pick the first one. *fishes around in hat* Aha! All right then. The first piece of good news is....*drum roll*........*giggles*. Why am I giggling? None of your business! Oh, well, actually, I was giggling because you're getting all worked up about my news, which is kinda pathetic with all this hype. Now, where was I? Oh yes. *drum roll* I GOT A 100% ON MY ALGEBRA PAPERS!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;=D...............=D............=D.........why am I getting these "are you serious, is that it?" looks from you guys? Don't you understand?! This is marvelous, stupendous, sensational, fantastic, fabulous, great, awesome, terrific, wonderful, grand, tremendous, incredibly amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...........All right, you guys obviously won't get excited about this. &amp;gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then!&amp;nbsp; *ahem* Now for my other news! *regains composure*......*clears throat*............*adjusts glasses*................*smooths shirt*............. I GET TOMORROW OFF FROM SCHOOL!!!! AND WE'RE LEAVING FOR ALASKA THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D...........................Am I being annoying? Hmmm, perhaps, yes perhaps. *strokes chin wisely*&amp;nbsp;Well, it's not my fault! I spent the whole evening here at home with Sarah and Emily! Two four-year-olds!!!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO&amp;nbsp;YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH?!?!?!?!?!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm over it now. *wipes forehead. I need chocolate........*walks away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4557457929919691267?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4557457929919691267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4557457929919691267&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4557457929919691267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4557457929919691267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-news-and-its-about-time.html' title='Good News! (And It&apos;s About Time!)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-357302465937914183</id><published>2010-08-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T09:25:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update on my Stupid Foot!</title><content type='html'>I hate having everyone's attention on my foot. As Eldarwen knows, I hate my feet, and it's quite embarrassing, not being able to fit a sock over the bandage. But, yesterday, I did go to church. Christy tried to convince me to go on crutches, but I didn't want to draw attention to my foot, so I didn't. Now, I really wish I would have. My shoe rubbed on the scrapes all over my foot and made the worst one on my heel bleed through all the bandages and wrappings, and made the bandage stick to it. *shudders* I won't go into that. I have a large abrasion several inches long down the side of my leg, because the wheel of the gocart kinda bent my leg under. I still don't understand how nothing was broken!!! But I'm thankful. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My abrasions don't look too good, not trying to scare Eldarwen. But in truth, it doesn't look very good at all. I'm just really hoping I don't have to go in to the doctor. Every time I do, it always ends up as a bad experience. I keep using peroxide, so it had better work for all that pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;funny, every time I get an injury (which is quite often), I seem to hurt that area more than usual. Example:&amp;nbsp;since I have hurt my foot/ankle/leg, I have: slammed it in the door, stepped on it, dropped a potatoe on it, and kicked a bowling ball. (lol, that last one sounded funny) =D I don't think my foot is ever gonna heal!!!! *sob* jk Prayers appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, tomorrow, we're&amp;nbsp;going to go see the play, Beauty and the Beast. I've heard that it's really good!&amp;nbsp; =D I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for&amp;nbsp;Alaska on Friday morning. AND WE GET TO FLY!!!! I LOVE flying!!!!! =D So, that's all the info I have for now. Next time, I will not post about my stupid foot. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-357302465937914183?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/357302465937914183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=357302465937914183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/357302465937914183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/357302465937914183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-update-on-my-stupid-foot.html' title='Another Update on my Stupid Foot!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-9077938726129496814</id><published>2010-07-31T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:44:36.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>Nothing's broken! =D =D =D Everyone says I'm really lucky. =D My Mom put peroxide on everything, and it hurt SO bad! I cannot emphasize how much it HURT! OW! And the biggest gash on my heel won't stop bleeding! It's very frustrating! &amp;gt;=( And I can't put weight on my heel either, so I'm walking on tiptoe. I'm gonna have to put peroxide on it again here in a little bit. *screams* Seriously, I've stepped on nails, fallen down stairs, been in car wrecks, bucked off by horses, knocked unconscious, gone to the emergency room several times, and had braces, and none of that was as bad as that stupid peroxide! A-G-O-N-Y!!!! Okay, I'll stop rambling on about that. =) Please pray, I'm sure I'll make a hilarious sight tomorrow at church, walking around on tiptoe with my leg all torn up. *rolls eyes* =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-9077938726129496814?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/9077938726129496814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=9077938726129496814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9077938726129496814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9077938726129496814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2439376910913260282</id><published>2010-07-31T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:15:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, Ouch?</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. This is just a short little post. We were riding in th gocart, and I jumped out and waited for Christy to come back for me. While she was still driving, I tried to jump in. My foot got munched in the back wheel. It's bleeding all over the place, and I'm not sure if anything's broken yet or not. So please pray. I don't want to sound like a big baby, but it does hurt. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2439376910913260282?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2439376910913260282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2439376910913260282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2439376910913260282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2439376910913260282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-ouch.html' title='Um, Ouch?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4280792728113503946</id><published>2010-07-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:46:47.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I had a discouraging amount of comments on the last post. And it was really funny and took a long time! Why is that? Like right now, I'm going to predict that I get more comments on this dinky little post than I did on that huge post! (don't let that discourage you from commenting. =D) This is just an update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of swim class for Sarah and Emily! *cheers* It's been fun, for me at least, but I'm going to be SO glad when it's over! We're gone all morning, then we have to come home and do school until like, 5:00 p.m.! =O It's terrible! But after tomorrow, it's over! =D The good news is that Sarah can now swim by herself! =D Three cheers for Sarah! Hip hip, hooray! Hip hip, okay, that's enough of that. We're all very proud, yada yada yada. The bad news is, Emily is not a good swimmer at all. She's the smallest in the class, and Christy helps her. And Christy isn't the best with little kids. =/ She loves tiny babies, but small children frustrate her. Basically, she's been telling Emmy that she's a brat. =( So Emmy's really discouraged. So I'm taking Emmy tomorrow to cheer her up. =) I'm sure that Christy will get better when she's more mature. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmy's birthday was a few days ago, on Tuesday! You don't know how long she's been waiting for it! Sarah's birthday was two months ago, and she's been teasing Emily ever since. So this birthday was VERY satisfying! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're babysitting at our church. Some people in our church run a ministry, and the people who attend need some people to watch their kids. Mom and I "volunteered". Jk, we really did offer! Christy is going to be put with the babies, and I'm going with older kids, like 7-8 year olds. That's the age group that I teach in Awanas. =D After that, we're going to pick up my awesome bf Rebekah! (Becky) We went out to the lake last week with her, and I'll be posting those pictures in a couple of weeks, I'll explain why later. But Becky and I played Monster Hunter last time she was here, and there's this one creature we can't defeat! We tried so hard, but he's sooooooo tough! My nephew, Galon, was there, and he named the huge, rocky, rhinocerous-like creature "Earl". It was so funny! You're not laughing? *mutters* Well, you kinda had to be there.....&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, this time, we're going to defeat Earl! Blaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!! That's my battle cry, like it? =D (Hey, it's the best I can do) Blaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In precisely a week from tomorrow, we will be on our way to Alaska. *silence* You're waiting for some kind of exclamation of joy, aren't you? Well, you're not going to get it. I do not WANT to go to Alaska, I'm being forced! =O We're going up to go fishing. Yippee. =( I HATE fishing. &amp;gt;=(&amp;nbsp; But I'm sure it will be fun (kinda) and I often have to eat my words. =D So you won't get bored and forget me, I'm going to schedule a few posts while I'm gone. Aren't I clever? =D I'll be posting the lake pictures, and pictures of my dream house. A couple of months ago, I did a tag, and one of the questions was to describe my dream house. I said I didn't have to describe it, I knew where it was!&amp;nbsp;=D I'm sure you will all agree with me on it's awesomeness, and I have an amusing little story to go along with it. But, you'll have to wait! What? You can't? Well, my dear, you have&amp;nbsp;no choice! Just try to contain yourself! Remember, patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this isn't such a dinky little post after all, huh? Oh well! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4280792728113503946?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4280792728113503946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4280792728113503946&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4280792728113503946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4280792728113503946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1450372610421175036</id><published>2010-07-26T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:19:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Long Random Post.......Fun! =D</title><content type='html'>Please read! Do you know how long it took me to make this?! And I promise you; you will be amused, at the very least! =D I'm quite behind in my pictures and events, so I'm lumping them all together. =D Which explains this huge post. A couple of weeks ago, I went to Minnesota, as you know. The last night there, we took some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a very defined, personal space, and since April and I don't always get along, it made it even more traumatic for me. =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38FA8iv3I/AAAAAAAACEE/y2MtqekQLzA/s1600/P7152419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38FA8iv3I/AAAAAAAACEE/y2MtqekQLzA/s320/P7152419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the panic in my eyes?! That's because I was playing Monster Hunter on the Wii, and they were blocking my view. &amp;gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38tH9VriI/AAAAAAAACEM/FcjaW5mq3qU/s1600/P7152420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38tH9VriI/AAAAAAAACEM/FcjaW5mq3qU/s320/P7152420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm crying because they were tickling me!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38zMBFQWI/AAAAAAAACEU/tN9MH6jHAqY/s1600/P7152421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38zMBFQWI/AAAAAAAACEU/tN9MH6jHAqY/s320/P7152421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39BENZ0YI/AAAAAAAACEc/S8tA3lOxXzw/s1600/P7152422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39BENZ0YI/AAAAAAAACEc/S8tA3lOxXzw/s320/P7152422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I might have been slightly delirious because they were both sitting on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39HGI4W5I/AAAAAAAACEk/6y7OKdtmXvc/s1600/P7152423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39HGI4W5I/AAAAAAAACEk/6y7OKdtmXvc/s320/P7152423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very embarrassed looking at these now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39MQmlJmI/AAAAAAAACEs/P4JH9uNu2tY/s1600/P7152424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39MQmlJmI/AAAAAAAACEs/P4JH9uNu2tY/s320/P7152424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah! That look on my face? That's my classic "Galon look". Seriously, he wears that expression a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39WbtXMnI/AAAAAAAACE0/FsaPrNLTRqE/s1600/P7152425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39WbtXMnI/AAAAAAAACE0/FsaPrNLTRqE/s320/P7152425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39bvMQmiI/AAAAAAAACE8/TWwMZkknhGA/s1600/P7152426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39bvMQmiI/AAAAAAAACE8/TWwMZkknhGA/s320/P7152426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39g1fY3JI/AAAAAAAACFE/rBReI24Trak/s1600/P7152427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE39g1fY3JI/AAAAAAAACFE/rBReI24Trak/s320/P7152427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guh-ROSS! (gross)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE390FungVI/AAAAAAAACFM/HT9rof-iomE/s1600/P7152428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE390FungVI/AAAAAAAACFM/HT9rof-iomE/s320/P7152428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE395GsVinI/AAAAAAAACFU/3zDZu1EXDaI/s1600/P7152429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE395GsVinI/AAAAAAAACFU/3zDZu1EXDaI/s320/P7152429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_egRUI_I/AAAAAAAACF8/C6iefL8ZU7k/s1600/P7152435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_egRUI_I/AAAAAAAACF8/C6iefL8ZU7k/s320/P7152435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_lkqQGDI/AAAAAAAACGE/oYxNAaKg8xc/s1600/P7152436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_lkqQGDI/AAAAAAAACGE/oYxNAaKg8xc/s320/P7152436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to laugh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_wDddBfI/AAAAAAAACGM/rThZn1hdbJg/s1600/P7152437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_wDddBfI/AAAAAAAACGM/rThZn1hdbJg/s320/P7152437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_1cseEXI/AAAAAAAACGU/nvOOv_TS8Sw/s1600/P7152438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_1cseEXI/AAAAAAAACGU/nvOOv_TS8Sw/s320/P7152438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My personal favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_6rQW2SI/AAAAAAAACGc/38pjEi-YaBc/s1600/P7152439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE3_6rQW2SI/AAAAAAAACGc/38pjEi-YaBc/s320/P7152439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whew, I'm glad that's over with! =O I feel very embarrassed, and I know that you all will never think of me the same after this. ='( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, this past weekend, we went to Fort Rock for the Women's Conference, as you know. I didn't get many pictures, and some were erased, as I will explain later. =O Anyway, there's a lady in our church, Mrs. Elsa, who is very sweet. =D She's been making jewelry lately, and she's very talented. Some of her creations are simply gorgeous! =D She decided to donate some of the pieces of jewelry for a fundraiser for Pam, the lady in our church who has breast cancer. =( People would write down their bids for the jewelry and others would go higher, and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found this simply BEAUTIFUL necklace! Seriously, it was the prettiest thing I've ever seen! So, Mom started bidding against this girl, Rebecca Bowden, who is very nice and sweet. We got up to a hundred dollars, then these two girls pulled us aside. Their names are Christina and Renee, and they are AWESOME! They are identical twins, and were both recently married. So, they pulled us aside and said that they were the ones who had actually been bidding on the necklace instead of Rebecca, they had just been using her name so their Mom wouldn't find out. They wanted the necklace for her birthday present. They said that if I really wanted it, then they would stop bidding and just have Mrs. Elsa make another necklace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I REALLY wanted that necklace. Really badly! I'm ashamed to say it, but I took multiple pictures, "visited" it often at the table, and even went back to the cabin and thought about it. It was bad! I was prepared to sell all I had brought to pay for it! =O Crazy, right? But of course, I knew what the right thing to do was. So I told them, amid much tears, that they could have it. Seriously, I was almost bawling. When they saw that, they wouldn't take it, but I was so ashamed of myself for acting in that manner that I insisted that they take it, and they finally did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back in the cabin that night, I took time to think about it. Deep down inside, and I do mean DEEP, a little part of me was glad that I had given it up. I looked back and realized how selfish I had been. I mean, I was totally consumed with the stupid piece of jewelry, a bit of glass, that I had almost hurt those girls and taken away their mother's birthday present. You know, even if I had taken that necklace, I wouldn't have enjoyed wearing it that much. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The funny thing about this, was that their mom figured out the scheme, so Mom pretended to buy it for me, but I was going to deliver it to Christina's and Renee's cabin later. The sad part was, everyone else at the Retreat had also loved the necklace, so as soon as I "won" it, they insisted that I put it on and model it, which made me cry again, since I knew that it wasn't really mine, but everyone assumed it was because I was so happy. I know, pathetic, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the necklace. This picture doesn't really do it justice, but still, I think it's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE4BYfmOssI/AAAAAAAACGs/Z2Xq7gajEU4/s1600/045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE4BYfmOssI/AAAAAAAACGs/Z2Xq7gajEU4/s320/045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a brighter note, Sarah and Emily started swimming classes today! =D Sarah didn't like it, and didn't really try, but Emily liked it a lot! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE4BoWRprYI/AAAAAAAACG0/eNMszkUh4Is/s1600/047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE4BoWRprYI/AAAAAAAACG0/eNMszkUh4Is/s320/047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The sad part is, I put my phone in my swim trunks pocket, and forgot to take it out. That's right, I went swimming with my phone. ='( It's totally ruined, but at least it was insured, and the Sim card was mostly saved. It got wet too, which is why some of the pictures were erased, if you will remember that I mentioned that earlier. It made me very sad, and now, I'm without texting!!!!! &amp;gt;=O It's TERRIBLE! *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, have any of you seen Evan Almighty? If not, don't bother looking at the next picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE4AAcAopVI/AAAAAAAACGk/r3PkyntQKiU/s1600/P7202457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE4AAcAopVI/AAAAAAAACGk/r3PkyntQKiU/s320/P7202457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Um, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1450372610421175036?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1450372610421175036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1450372610421175036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1450372610421175036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1450372610421175036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/super-long-random-postfun-d.html' title='Super Long Random Post.......Fun! =D'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TE38FA8iv3I/AAAAAAAACEE/y2MtqekQLzA/s72-c/P7152419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2559115615289159596</id><published>2010-07-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:36:43.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Conference.</title><content type='html'>Every year, the women of our church have a Ladies Conference. I went&amp;nbsp;last year, and I'm going again this year. We're leaving this afternoon. It's going to be held at Fort Rock for three days. Interestingly, I helped to build Fort Rock a few years ago. =D The people who built and own it, the Forsythes, are the people that Christy and I stayed with for a month while Mom and Dad were adopting Sarah and Emily in Vietnam. So it's like my home away from home. I LOVE it there, and I take every opportunity to go out. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited, because it's always crazy and fun at the Conference! =D&amp;nbsp;Year before last, a woman in our church went from cabin to&amp;nbsp;cabin with her loaded&amp;nbsp;gun and a gang of several other women, and&amp;nbsp;stole everyone's pillows.&amp;nbsp;The next day, there was a trial, and the woman was sent to jail. It was so funny!&amp;nbsp;Fort Rock is like a old western town. I'll be sure to send pictures. There's a&amp;nbsp;"restaurant", a jail (complete with cells and costumes), an undertakers office with coffins in it; even an old hound dog named Hoss to lie around. It's awesome! And the best part is, that since I'm practically part of the family, I get a little bit of "special privileges", like running the store with my friend, Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm thinking of it, I would like for you all to please pray for Katie. Her&amp;nbsp;dad was putting a shotgun up on a shelf, and the gun discharged. Katie's hand was raised for some reason, and the gun shot off one finger and partly severed the other. Her hand can't properly function now, and she really needs prayer. I'm hoping to see her at the Conference, and I hope that she comes. =) &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2559115615289159596?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2559115615289159596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2559115615289159596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2559115615289159596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2559115615289159596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/womens-conference.html' title='Women&apos;s Conference.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3775381545979747109</id><published>2010-07-22T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:59:16.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Lake.</title><content type='html'>Today, we went to the lake. It was awesome! =D We took my best friend, Becky, and my nephew, Galon. It was pretty sweet. =D The only bad thing was that we all got sunburned, even though we put a ton of sunscreen on. =( My face feels like it's on fire!!!!!!! =O =O Anyway, Becky took pictures, and she's gonna post them on facebook soon, I hope. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3775381545979747109?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3775381545979747109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3775381545979747109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3775381545979747109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3775381545979747109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-at-lake.html' title='Fun at the Lake.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8594993021682292107</id><published>2010-07-20T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:01:44.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>='(</title><content type='html'>First day of school. *groan* I'm homeschooled, and we start early every summer because we go on a lot of vacations during the year. =) I just found out last night that we were starting today, so I didn't have any warning. =( The good news is, I have a new Algebra curriculum this year instead of Abeka. It should be a lot easier. =D =D =D =D (Okay, I won't do one of my famous rows of smileys =D) Anyway, I only have time for a quick post, since I'm supposed to be doing school. =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8594993021682292107?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8594993021682292107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8594993021682292107&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8594993021682292107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8594993021682292107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='=&apos;('/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2519605174032468683</id><published>2010-07-18T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T06:48:55.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Embarrassed to say it......HELP!</title><content type='html'>You would think with all of the cool gadgets and gizmos on my blog, I would be able to make a stupid button for my blog! Well, think again! I tried for HOURS last night, and couldn't make it work. When I finally got the image to work, it was too big! You can see the huge button (or at least part of it) on my sidebar. Pathetic, right? Well, if any of you have any suggestions or if you can fix it, I would greatly appreciate your help! ='( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I am wearing one of my new outfits to church today! =D A pink plaid top with a jean skirt that flares out at the bottom. I would upload a pic, but that might be considered vain, so I won't. =D Just imagine it......Ahhhhhhhhhh, beautiful! lol =D Hope you guys have a great Sunday! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2519605174032468683?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2519605174032468683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2519605174032468683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2519605174032468683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2519605174032468683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-embarrassed-to-say-ithelp.html' title='I&apos;m Embarrassed to say it......HELP!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2948742140666395894</id><published>2010-07-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:52:00.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again!</title><content type='html'>Finally! We're home! Whew! =D We woke up at six this morning, and left at seven-thirty.&amp;nbsp;=D A good record&amp;nbsp;for us! It was very sad saying goodbye to everyone, but it was time to leave. =) So, I drove for about three hours all together&amp;nbsp;(it's about a ten hour trip). =D&amp;nbsp;We were about two hours from home when it started pouring rain! Not fun to drive in! Mom was driving, but when she tried to accelerate, the van would like putter and stuff, so we were driving&amp;nbsp;on the freeway around 40 mph. In the&amp;nbsp;rain! So, we&amp;nbsp;took an exit and parked at a gas station. Right as she was parking,&amp;nbsp;the power steering went out! We sat there for a moment while Mom called&amp;nbsp;Dad. Mom and I got out in the pouring rain and looked at the tires and stuff, and found nothing wrong. So,&amp;nbsp;we got back on the highway, and everything was fine!&amp;nbsp;The van went right up to 70mph and was perfect all the way home. Weird, right? Anyway, it's so good to be home! I have so many clothes to wash! =O But that's okay, since it's all my beautiful clothes. =D Anyway, just wanted to tell ya that I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2948742140666395894?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2948742140666395894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2948742140666395894&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2948742140666395894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2948742140666395894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-again.html' title='Home Again!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1513102102484205811</id><published>2010-07-14T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:15:49.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>OMG! I just noticed that my last post was my 200th post! =O =O I would celebrate, but I have no idea what to do to celebrate. I don't have enough followers for a giveaway, and the last caption contest was a disaster! So, I'll just wish myself a happy 200th post, and get on with what I was going to post about in the first place. Which was basically nothing. We just got back from watching TS3 again, and it was even better the second time! I laughed, I cried, it moved me. =D So now, Nic and I are watching Fox News, (yes, I like that stuff) Christy is watching Little House on the Prairie, Mom is playing with Makenzie, and April is upstairs heating up frozen pizza. =D It's a very.........comfortable evening. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1513102102484205811?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1513102102484205811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1513102102484205811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1513102102484205811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1513102102484205811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3606492522779964088</id><published>2010-07-14T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:45:37.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamor, Cartwheels, and Honey, I Shrunk my Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting title, isn't it?&amp;nbsp;Read on and you'll see what it's about. =D&amp;nbsp;Anyway, when we first came to Minnesota several days ago, we went to Grandma and Grandpa's house. It's so beautiful!!!! But unfortunately, I didn't get very many pictures of the beauty, mostly just of us goofing off. That's&amp;nbsp;why the title is "Be&amp;nbsp;Prepared". There are a lot of pictures! =O&amp;nbsp;But I think you'll find it amusing, at the least. So, for your conveniance, I have seperated the pictures into &lt;br /&gt;three catagories: Glamor, Carthwheels, and Honey, I Shrunk my Sister. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glamor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is of the barn. (duh) =D Why am I explaining the obvious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3TzcQFw5I/AAAAAAAAB98/tROFLgTxRZE/s1600/041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3TzcQFw5I/AAAAAAAAB98/tROFLgTxRZE/s320/041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa planted a walkway of trees many years ago. Pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3T1eDYknI/AAAAAAAAB-E/UVRWB1bM-BU/s1600/043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3T1eDYknI/AAAAAAAAB-E/UVRWB1bM-BU/s320/043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this picture is in the Glamor section. This, for Christy, is a glamor shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3T_nCyz1I/AAAAAAAAB-M/rdHKTZBewFc/s1600/044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3T_nCyz1I/AAAAAAAAB-M/rdHKTZBewFc/s320/044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UFUVe6vI/AAAAAAAAB-U/iYgUhTdXalk/s1600/045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UFUVe6vI/AAAAAAAAB-U/iYgUhTdXalk/s320/045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UH4BUYkI/AAAAAAAAB-c/75CsTzqf1wY/s1600/047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UH4BUYkI/AAAAAAAAB-c/75CsTzqf1wY/s320/047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UKHzFk_I/AAAAAAAAB-k/NOt4V8Qp-u8/s1600/048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UKHzFk_I/AAAAAAAAB-k/NOt4V8Qp-u8/s320/048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me reading my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UoP6kb2I/AAAAAAAAB-s/an5PBIpkZag/s1600/050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UoP6kb2I/AAAAAAAAB-s/an5PBIpkZag/s320/050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what Christy did with my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UpqN3PwI/AAAAAAAAB-0/Um4aBLf5jCU/s1600/051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UpqN3PwI/AAAAAAAAB-0/Um4aBLf5jCU/s320/051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, I didn't look too happy. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UtSDJ8UI/AAAAAAAAB-8/RQhAZ_-kzOw/s1600/055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UtSDJ8UI/AAAAAAAAB-8/RQhAZ_-kzOw/s320/055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to try the b/w shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UvuqbxHI/AAAAAAAAB_E/TBeVCtFHVyo/s1600/057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3UvuqbxHI/AAAAAAAAB_E/TBeVCtFHVyo/s320/057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, when Christy tried to run around the tree.....yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VAoFYOgI/AAAAAAAAB_M/L8YgxGgnpYQ/s1600/052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VAoFYOgI/AAAAAAAAB_M/L8YgxGgnpYQ/s320/052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol It looks like she has a beard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VDE8fyaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/w5NZMBEkydw/s1600/053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VDE8fyaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/w5NZMBEkydw/s320/053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There, much better. (Seriously, it did take her a little while to get the concept of running around the tree instead of into it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VG6v6L2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/t3o20aW7Ry0/s1600/054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VG6v6L2I/AAAAAAAAB_c/t3o20aW7Ry0/s320/054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was very proud of this picture for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VJD_thJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/x4iIB_kOKXk/s1600/056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VJD_thJI/AAAAAAAAB_k/x4iIB_kOKXk/s320/056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~::Cartwheels::~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol The next several pics are of Christy in the different stages of a cartwheel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3Vbp_ys6I/AAAAAAAAB_s/fCvF5w69jZA/s1600/066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3Vbp_ys6I/AAAAAAAAB_s/fCvF5w69jZA/s320/066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VeiaPUPI/AAAAAAAAB_0/oyG9gdERdY4/s1600/065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VeiaPUPI/AAAAAAAAB_0/oyG9gdERdY4/s320/065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VlStkUCI/AAAAAAAAB_8/a0pYPetPDEg/s1600/061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VlStkUCI/AAAAAAAAB_8/a0pYPetPDEg/s320/061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3Vqkr5cAI/AAAAAAAACAE/AD5bnXbeq3Y/s1600/060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3Vqkr5cAI/AAAAAAAACAE/AD5bnXbeq3Y/s320/060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VuM8P6OI/AAAAAAAACAM/xYHyjSGgZTs/s1600/059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3VuM8P6OI/AAAAAAAACAM/xYHyjSGgZTs/s320/059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3V4WZuAxI/AAAAAAAACAU/CTOAXX4ngNM/s1600/062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3V4WZuAxI/AAAAAAAACAU/CTOAXX4ngNM/s320/062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(My personal favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3V6UAAjeI/AAAAAAAACAc/EK4FVl7VN8c/s1600/063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3V6UAAjeI/AAAAAAAACAc/EK4FVl7VN8c/s320/063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da! Impressive, wasn't it? The next ones aren't nearly so graceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3V8uexGjI/AAAAAAAACAk/AB_Dyrr02Cc/s1600/064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3V8uexGjI/AAAAAAAACAk/AB_Dyrr02Cc/s320/064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3WtL0ZSfI/AAAAAAAACAs/zSaWX-D2Xlk/s1600/068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3WtL0ZSfI/AAAAAAAACAs/zSaWX-D2Xlk/s320/068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3WwKnKPJI/AAAAAAAACA0/zZd0kqaajaE/s1600/069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3WwKnKPJI/AAAAAAAACA0/zZd0kqaajaE/s320/069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How embarrassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3WyXaON2I/AAAAAAAACA8/iepC9Q_uAbE/s1600/070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3WyXaON2I/AAAAAAAACA8/iepC9Q_uAbE/s320/070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W0-7cbzI/AAAAAAAACBE/8bxObH6p7lw/s1600/071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W0-7cbzI/AAAAAAAACBE/8bxObH6p7lw/s320/071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W2wXcwNI/AAAAAAAACBM/TPHe1lKU1BU/s1600/067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W2wXcwNI/AAAAAAAACBM/TPHe1lKU1BU/s320/067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I don't know how to do a cartwheel, okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~::Honey, I Shrunk my Sister::~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right, this is the catagory you have all been waiting for! Just look&amp;nbsp;at these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W6s1_6YI/AAAAAAAACBU/dr04IMwzqQo/s1600/074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W6s1_6YI/AAAAAAAACBU/dr04IMwzqQo/s320/074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W8JufFlI/AAAAAAAACBc/hHrhPiCQKf0/s1600/075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W8JufFlI/AAAAAAAACBc/hHrhPiCQKf0/s320/075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W_QVV4bI/AAAAAAAACBk/C1QKN2KuEoE/s1600/076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3W_QVV4bI/AAAAAAAACBk/C1QKN2KuEoE/s320/076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3XemCDzNI/AAAAAAAACBs/KuykiGgE1AM/s1600/077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3XemCDzNI/AAAAAAAACBs/KuykiGgE1AM/s320/077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said &lt;em&gt;come along!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3Xs_n5kJI/AAAAAAAACCU/upPN4ybWwrM/s1600/083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3Xs_n5kJI/AAAAAAAACCU/upPN4ybWwrM/s320/083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3XvLKzZbI/AAAAAAAACCc/xrXUJn-BA2I/s1600/084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3XvLKzZbI/AAAAAAAACCc/xrXUJn-BA2I/s320/084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3606492522779964088?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3606492522779964088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3606492522779964088&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3606492522779964088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3606492522779964088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/glamor-cartwheels-and-honey-i-shrunk-my.html' title='Glamor, Cartwheels, and Honey, I Shrunk my Sister.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TD3TzcQFw5I/AAAAAAAAB98/tROFLgTxRZE/s72-c/041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1304469009693683466</id><published>2010-07-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:14:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the promised pictures of my family. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nic, my sister April's husband. He's awesome! =D He's holding Makenzie. Makenzie looks just like him! Seriously, if you hold his baby picture up to her, you can hardly tell the difference! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOZ5o4hHI/AAAAAAAAB8k/GTThdICy4t8/s1600/017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOZ5o4hHI/AAAAAAAAB8k/GTThdICy4t8/s320/017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my sister, April. Who was not too happy about having her picture taken. Sorry it's blurry, but I had to take it in a hurry before she killed me with her glare! Yikes! =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOeLgdTeI/AAAAAAAAB8s/V5znrkIO19M/s1600/019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOeLgdTeI/AAAAAAAAB8s/V5znrkIO19M/s320/019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awwwwww! This is Brooke. April runs a daycare in her house, and this is her first kid in the daycare so far. She is soooo sweet! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOs22sK3I/AAAAAAAAB80/TgSyrOem0R0/s1600/006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOs22sK3I/AAAAAAAAB80/TgSyrOem0R0/s320/006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but certainly not least, Otto! =D Who used to be the baby until Makenzie came. He's really cute! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOvyShiiI/AAAAAAAAB88/OaP7eD4RlvE/s1600/007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOvyShiiI/AAAAAAAAB88/OaP7eD4RlvE/s320/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. Makenzie pictures!!!!!!! =D And the pictures speak the truth, she really is sweet and adorable. Seriously! You smile at that baby, and she will smile right back! She'll let anyone hold her, and she hardly ever cries. Talk about a perfect kid! =O =O I didn't know that this kind of baby was out there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPAtNmWwI/AAAAAAAAB9E/W0N1QxdgIGU/s1600/003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPAtNmWwI/AAAAAAAAB9E/W0N1QxdgIGU/s320/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPCtQhDzI/AAAAAAAAB9M/CiQwvfuFBH0/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPCtQhDzI/AAAAAAAAB9M/CiQwvfuFBH0/s320/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awwwwww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPFuYQHnI/AAAAAAAAB9U/jCsc-zm-d9k/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPFuYQHnI/AAAAAAAAB9U/jCsc-zm-d9k/s320/004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;April's favorite. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPHRZnybI/AAAAAAAAB9c/aapVFSjoo-Q/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyPHRZnybI/AAAAAAAAB9c/aapVFSjoo-Q/s320/005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1304469009693683466?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1304469009693683466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1304469009693683466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1304469009693683466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1304469009693683466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/fam.html' title='The Fam.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDyOZ5o4hHI/AAAAAAAAB8k/GTThdICy4t8/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-113958731698826906</id><published>2010-07-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:48:07.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Trip!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! =D I'm still in Minnesota, and having fun! Yesterday, we went shopping! Which, I normally hate. Weird, right? Well, I can never seem to find anything in my size for one thing. (one of my nicknames is 'bones') And it's just downright boring. But, up in Minnesota, the stores are a lot better I hear, and it seems to be true! Look what I got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqr8NhtEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/f-ZyJOacVIg/s1600/094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqr8NhtEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/f-ZyJOacVIg/s320/094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, I know that it's blurry, but you get the idea. =D I was going to have me modeling all these skirts, but I don't have a willing photographer, so that was out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqu6Kg5FI/AAAAAAAAB70/JTuvflrxbJk/s1600/095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqu6Kg5FI/AAAAAAAAB70/JTuvflrxbJk/s320/095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this one. The colors are pretty, and it hangs down in back farther than it does in front, if you know what I mean. =D I have always wanted a skirt that did that! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqxKRTfJI/AAAAAAAAB78/9iZfvq8ZU6w/s1600/096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqxKRTfJI/AAAAAAAAB78/9iZfvq8ZU6w/s320/096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like this one pretty well, not my favorite. But still, one in my situation can't be too picky. =) It covers my ugly knees and is very comfortable. I never wear anything above the knee. I'm quite clumsy, and my knees are all scarred up from falling so much, and besides, their knobby. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqzYUnvXI/AAAAAAAAB8E/tLVf2lw6KpQ/s1600/097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqzYUnvXI/AAAAAAAAB8E/tLVf2lw6KpQ/s320/097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, I like this one okay too. But like I said before, it fits and I like it all right. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoq2HIJjhI/AAAAAAAAB8M/xTyA7dN1sYI/s1600/098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoq2HIJjhI/AAAAAAAAB8M/xTyA7dN1sYI/s320/098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aha! This is a wrap skirt. I had to model it or you wouldn't get it. I love the color, though Mom is slightly less thrilled about&amp;nbsp;it. =D I had to cut off my top half in the picture, because I was wearing a blue shirt with that gorgeous skirt. *shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoq4pq51dI/AAAAAAAAB8U/OPX7BprBu_0/s1600/099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoq4pq51dI/AAAAAAAAB8U/OPX7BprBu_0/s320/099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ooh, this is probably my favorite. I LOVE this skirt. I love the colors, I love the pattern, I love how it hangs down farther in back, I love how it fits! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoq7XC79RI/AAAAAAAAB8c/1VWJVhuaCjU/s1600/100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoq7XC79RI/AAAAAAAAB8c/1VWJVhuaCjU/s320/100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if that last one isn't my favorite, then this one is! You cannot fully appreciate it's beauty when it's just lying there, but like I said, I didn't have a photographer. =/ Oh well! I still think it's gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, on this wonderful shopping trip, I got several shirts and two or three jean skirts. This is the biggest shopping trip that I've ever had! =D And here's the kicker. I got all of this stuff at a Goodwill. =O I can see you are all shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be posting pictures of my sister and her family later. =D Makenzie is my sister April's baby girl. She's the whole reason we are here, and I'm posting about my clothes. Bad Taylor! *smacks face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Ouch, why did you do that?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Because you are being totally selfish and self-absorbed. What are your followers going to think about you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, I suppose you are right. But still, you didn't have to slap me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, consider it a lesson, young one. *pats my head condescendingly* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"*mutters under breath* Jerk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-113958731698826906?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/113958731698826906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=113958731698826906&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/113958731698826906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/113958731698826906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/shopping-trip.html' title='Shopping Trip!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TDoqr8NhtEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/f-ZyJOacVIg/s72-c/094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3644377494850635048</id><published>2010-07-10T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T05:55:34.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here! Anybody there?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm here! In Minnesota, that is. =D I checked me email last night and only had one, from my bestest friend. No one commented on my blog at all yesterday? Sad, so sad. ='( Doesn't anyone miss me? Don't answer that. =) I drove for about an hour yesterday, and it's surprisingly tiring! =O Anyway, we're about to leave the hotel, and Mom wants to use the computer, so gotta go. We're about to drive out to my grandparents house, then we're going to meet up with the relatives at a restaurant. So, ttyl! And please comment! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3644377494850635048?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3644377494850635048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3644377494850635048&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3644377494850635048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3644377494850635048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-here-anybody-there.html' title='I&apos;m Here! Anybody there?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-5649730103892664800</id><published>2010-07-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:30:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minnesota, here we come! (right after I finish cleaning)</title><content type='html'>Strange title, yes. So, I forgot to tell you that Christy, Mom, and I are going up to Minnesota tomorrow for a week to visit my older sister and her new baby. I'm sorry! It just slipped my mind! Please forgive me. *contrite look* Today, we are going to undergo &lt;em&gt;massive&lt;/em&gt; cleaning! =O Mom has this idea that the house has to be beautiful when we leave. =P I have a little bit of computer time before I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Christy and I went up to the pond to feed the fish when we got home from church. =D The fish, as you remember, are still babies, so they must be fed. Anyhoo, we were feeding them, when I almost stepped on this monstrous frog! The thing was like twice as big as my foot! (Which is saying a lot lol =D) Well, Christy tried to grab it, and got thoroughly grossed out by the slime on her hands. And it got away anyway. =P Fail. No, they're really hard to catch by hand! So, we busted out the big equipment that we needed for the job. A net, a bucket, and a box. =D We took turns with the net, and while I pinned it to the ground, Christy would grab it through the net and carefully put it on the box with the other frogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when she went in to get the equipment&amp;nbsp;stuff, I was left sitting on the bucket with a frog in it. I turned off my light and looked up at the stars. My Dad and I love the stars! =D It was&amp;nbsp;quite amazing! The night was just so clear, and off to the&amp;nbsp;side,&amp;nbsp;some clouds were starting to move over me. But&amp;nbsp;right then, they were still to the side. I could see lighting and&amp;nbsp;hear the thunder. It was really neat! (yes, it did rain last night) And&amp;nbsp;I saw the stars twinkle! Eep! It was just so exciting. I can't remember the last time I had seen the stars twinkle. I had very bad eyesight for a few years.&amp;nbsp;The people at the eye doctor office&amp;nbsp;were shocked! I couldn't even read the second line on the chart. How embarrassing. In science class, we learned what made the stars twinkle, but I didn't really know what it looked like anyway. Well, last night, I had my contacts in, and I was so excited! =D But when Christy came back and I tried to show her, the clouds had already moved over. =( But still, it was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the frogs. We caught three in all. The rest were starting to get smart, and would just leave as soon as they saw us. =P We caught a really big one, not as big as the one I almost stepped on though, and two smaller ones. By that time, it was 11:30, and&amp;nbsp;I had forgotten my phone in the house, so Mom had no idea what we were doing. =D We wanted to show the frogs to Dad, but he wasn't home yet. =( So, we left them out front in a covered bucket. =D Last night, we had just gotten home from church, and I changed out of my skirt (thankfully) but left my shirt on because I just thought we were going out to feed the fish. Yeah, right. But, when I came back inside after it all, my pale blue shirt with white flowers seemed to have escaped harm! Woohoo! =D We're going frogging again tonight, and we're going to catch the big one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you may notice a few new little gadgets around. Please use them! Mainly, the fridge and the puzzle. =D I did the puzzle, it took me half-an-hour! But it was fun! I'm going to put some more on the bottom of my blog when I get the chance. =D And thanks for the overwhelming support of Stripey! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-5649730103892664800?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/5649730103892664800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=5649730103892664800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5649730103892664800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5649730103892664800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/minnesota-here-we-come-right-after-i.html' title='Minnesota, here we come! (right after I finish cleaning)'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7456912004133068541</id><published>2010-07-07T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:05:49.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Friend!</title><content type='html'>Say hello to Stripey! =D Stripey is my new kitten. He actually lives on my blog! He is unlike any other animal that I have had! You guys have to come check this out! Seriously! You should be able to see Stripey sitting in a little room right above this post. Please play with him! The more you play with him, the more he grows, and the more things that we get to do with him! =D This is gonna be great. Also, you should know that you can only do two activities with him, and then it won't let you do anymore. (Just refresh the page, and you can do two more! =D) Thanks for making Stripey feel welcome. And don't forget to vote on the dolphin's name! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you may notice a strange song playing on the playlist. Well, it's to make Stripey feel more welcome. Bear with me. =D =D =D =D (Actually, I like it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-7456912004133068541?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7456912004133068541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=7456912004133068541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7456912004133068541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7456912004133068541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-friend.html' title='A New Friend!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7704854647939178943</id><published>2010-07-06T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:18:17.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I have redone my blog! The only reason that I'm telling you this is because I especially like the outcome of this makeover. So be sure to check it out! It took me over an hour. Also, I have said farewell to Patriot, the little pony that pranced around my blog. =( But don't worry, he'll be back later this year! =D We have a new pet, a blue dolphin. He has a little beach ball instead of an apple to click. (He doesn't have the best animation, but don't tell him! I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings) I'm having trouble thinking of a name for him. Suggestions are welcome. I'll try to put up a poll, but I don't know where to get one. So, please tell me how to make a poll! I really need to know, because I love polls! =D So much fun. Anyway, it's summer! Be happy! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-7704854647939178943?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/7704854647939178943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=7704854647939178943&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7704854647939178943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/7704854647939178943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6427927348820139639</id><published>2010-07-05T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:33:38.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day......*groan*</title><content type='html'>I knew that today was going to be busy, but I didn't predict some of the things that happened. This morning was great. Slept in till nine, played a board game with Christy and Galon in our PJ's. Then, at noon, we left for town. We had to drop Galon off at his house, and then take me to an algebra tutoring appointment. I had one last year, you may remember.&amp;nbsp;*blech* I HATE algebra! With a passion! Anyway, the guy who teaches me, Josh, is really nice, and a really good teacher. =) But still, it lasted for over three hours! Too much algebra! I was very glad to get out of there! =O =D So, we were driving along, on our way home, when Mom smelled something strange. I didn't smell it because I was stuffing my face with salted peanuts, and I couldn't smell anything but that. =D (Hey, I was hungry!) Mom pulled over, and called Dad. (He's really good with cars) =D =D =D *bursting with pride* Yes, I love to brag on my Dad. The other day, my friend said, "Wow Taylor, can your Dad do &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;?" Well, I got the point. =D Back to the subject.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was really hungry, so we walked across the street to Walgreens. (Which was air conditioned! Eep!) Dad came, but it would take awhile to fix the van, so we took his truck home. =( Poor Dad! It's hot out there! How I would hate to be a man! =P&amp;nbsp;So yeah, that was my exciting day! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we did fireworks, and we got some really good ones this year! =O I got some pretty good pictures, but the best one I took with my phone! I'm told that my phone has an exceptionally good camera. (In fact, I'm always sending pictures to my friend Ryan, and he's always telling me not to rub it in =D) Anyway, I'll get the pics up soon. But the photo uploader is being stupid. =P I might have to switch back to the old one. &amp;gt;=P I was planning on watching LotR today, but that's out of the question now. =( I'll watch it tomorrow, we're not doing anything then. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my last night with Benadryl. We had a big fight, and I told him to split. (wow, seventies talk!) So, never fear girls, you were all&amp;nbsp;right about him. What a jerk! &amp;gt;=P I put him waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy back in the medicine drawer, so I won't be seeing him again for awhile. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6427927348820139639?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6427927348820139639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6427927348820139639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6427927348820139639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6427927348820139639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy-daygroan.html' title='Busy Day......*groan*'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6916776462396406788</id><published>2010-07-04T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:38:45.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think you all know that this is my favorite part of the year. =D Last night, we went to a friend of our's church, and they had the most awesome fireworks!!!!!! Someone out there has a license, so they had some huge ones! A few teenage boys were setting them off with an adult. A friend of mine, Austin, tripped and dropped his flare into a box of fireworks!!! They exploded into the trees, and we could see the guys laying on the ground. But everyone was okay, thankfully! I didn't get a chance to tease Austin about it later, but it was so funny! =D Anyway, I hope you guys have a wonderful Fourth of July!!!!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6916776462396406788?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6916776462396406788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6916776462396406788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6916776462396406788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6916776462396406788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8840562113151855786</id><published>2010-07-02T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:13:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay, I'm not sure how to say this. I realize that it could tear apart a long, beautiful friendship, but I have to tell. You all know how I said that I've been feeling really rotten? Well, I hardly got any sleep last night, and I'm really dizzy and my head feels like it's going to explode. Well, Dad suggested a remedy. Benadryl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TC6p3hg2GxI/AAAAAAAAB5c/6pW_NrAjpJc/s1600/1228902514-83461_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TC6p3hg2GxI/AAAAAAAAB5c/6pW_NrAjpJc/s320/1228902514-83461_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I know that you all have heard about Eldarwen's little fling with him. But, even though she dumped him, I think he's wonderful! Eldarwen, please don't hold it against me for dating your old beau. I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; him! Desperately! So, we have a date for tonight. He's going to help me sleep. *gasp* No, not in that way! *turns red* I, well, I mean, he... Oh whatever! There's nothing wrong here! So, I just wanted to let you know. And don't worry, I'm confident that this will be just a short-term relationship. "No, Benadryl, no, I mean it! I can't leave right now, I'm posting! Well, all right." Sorry guys, gotta go! On my &lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt;!&amp;nbsp;*giggles girlishly* &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8840562113151855786?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8840562113151855786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8840562113151855786&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8840562113151855786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8840562113151855786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/awkward.html' title='Awkward.....'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TC6p3hg2GxI/AAAAAAAAB5c/6pW_NrAjpJc/s72-c/1228902514-83461_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4655839381813552707</id><published>2010-07-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:56:56.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed: Prayers.</title><content type='html'>A very sweet lady in our church has just been diagnosed with breast cancer. Please pray! Her name is Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel pretty rotten. It's either sickness or allergies, but probably allergies, although I've never had it this bad before. =( Tonight, we are going to go see Toy Story 3! =D I'm taking several boxes of Kleenex to the theatres. I just can't stop sneezing! It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying right now, because I have allergies, and I'm listening to Narnia battle. It's a song, and it makes me cry ever time I hear it! It's from Prince Caspian. I love the Narnia movies, and I can't wait to see Voyage of the Dawn Treader! I love Prince Capsian, but no one else seems to be too crazy over it. Oh, I might have to go watch it now, this song is very powerful! =0 And I need a tissue. AGAIN! *sigh* Well, please don't forget about Mrs. Pam! It's very important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4655839381813552707?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4655839381813552707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4655839381813552707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4655839381813552707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4655839381813552707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/needed-prayers.html' title='Needed: Prayers.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4417394320520577420</id><published>2010-07-01T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:43:26.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions, Questions.</title><content type='html'>I was&amp;nbsp;on a walk two&amp;nbsp;nights ago when&amp;nbsp;I thought of the people who believe in evolution. =O I think a lot&amp;nbsp;while I take walks. =D Anyway, I started wondering how people could seriously believe in evolution. I mean, there is so much evidence against it, it's overwhelming! It just blows my mind how someone who believes in evolution can seriously call himself a scientist. Then, I started wondering why God didn't make it easier for people to believe in creation. I mean, he made everything to where it kinda makes sense. I mean, everything fits together and works together, seemingly without divine interference. Of course, we Christians know that everything would abruptly fall apart if God was keeping it together, but the evolutionists don't! So, why didn't God just leave some loose ends? I think that I'm losing my audience. Um, take the human body for one example. If God hadn't put lungs in, yet we somehow continued to breath, evolutionists wouldn't be able to explain that at all! There would be absolutely nothing they could say about that, because it would be&amp;nbsp;so obviously supernatural. But then, I remembered that God did leave much in question. He created the world. Now, if that isn't evidence of a God, then I don't know what is! I loved it how he made no effort to make it come about by natural occurences so that we could understand; no, it's just: "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth." I mean, you've gotta love it! =D So, I don't know if I got my point across or not, but I just felt that I should share it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4417394320520577420?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4417394320520577420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4417394320520577420&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4417394320520577420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4417394320520577420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/07/questions-questions.html' title='Questions, Questions.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8368572028472602495</id><published>2010-06-28T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:41:05.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July.</title><content type='html'>As you all can tell by my background, my header, my playlist and my pony, I love Fourth of July. It is my absolute favoritest holiday of the year. I'm a very patriotic person for one thing; I love my country. So, that is why I might be changing my blog daily. =) Just wanted to let ya know. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8368572028472602495?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8368572028472602495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8368572028472602495&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8368572028472602495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8368572028472602495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-882731305815238688</id><published>2010-06-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T07:58:34.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is gonna be so much fun! =D First, we're going ice skating with some friends of ours, then afterwards, we're going to the friends' house! =D It's gonna be GREAT! So excited. *squeals* Christy and I are gearing up for a HUGE fight! We're bringing bags and bags of WATER BALLOONS! =D And since the friends have tons of balloons, this should be interesting! I'm definitely bringing extra clothes! =D They have some neighbors who are nice, and they might join the fight! =D So, anyway, just wanted to share some happiness. Oh, also, I'm going to be trying a new look tonight. Makeup-wise. This will be my first time to ever wear makeup, so I'm a little excited. I would post pictures, but it isn't going to look the greatest since I still have a bit of rash on my face. Dad wants me to go all-out and wear everything I can find, but I'm thinking some foundation and a little eyeliner, and Dad will probably want me to wear some eye-shadow. =P He just found out yesterday that I do not wear makeup. Duh! lol No, I love and respect him, but he IS a guy. Enough said. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-882731305815238688?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/882731305815238688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=882731305815238688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/882731305815238688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/882731305815238688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-9038304159722788209</id><published>2010-06-24T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:31:30.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hooked.</title><content type='html'>I have poison ivy, as you all know. Last night, for church, Mom put some makeup on to cover it up. And now I'm hooked! I just realized that foundation can cover up my small scattering of freckles! =O =O *sings* Oh happy day! So now, I must get some more makeup! It's so exciting! =D But, I still have poison ivy. But at least it isn't that noticeable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the other thing is: Christy is having a softball tournament tonight. *squeals* This should be exciting! Okay, as I understand it, there are three teams in a "division". In Christy's division, there is a black team, a green team, and a red and blue team, who I'm going to call the red team. Christy's on the red team. These teams probably have names, but no one knows them, so we just call them by the color of their uniforms. The red team has defeated the green team everytime they have played, but the black team is undefeated by both. =O They are REALLY good! But we a-l-m-o-s-t&amp;nbsp; beat them Monday night, but the umpire(who is really cute) (wow I'm feeling&amp;nbsp;girly)&amp;nbsp;called the game off early. In fact, one time, he made such a rotten call that I jumped up and started yelling at him! So embarrassing. So, we most likely will beat the green team tonight, and if we do, we'll play the black team. Just to clarify, when I say "we" I don't mean that I am playing, just Christy. =) So, pray that we'll beat the black team! GO TEAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-9038304159722788209?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/9038304159722788209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=9038304159722788209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9038304159722788209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/9038304159722788209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-hooked.html' title='I&apos;m Hooked.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8101185063140975264</id><published>2010-06-23T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:24:58.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement!</title><content type='html'>I got a cbox! Finally! And it's unlike any cbox that I've ever seen! If you want to know what I mean, just come and look. And please leave a chat! I so love to chat on cboxes, especially this one, since it is my own. A bit of bad news is that I have poison ivy all over my face. =( Not fun!!!!! Especially since church is tonight. So, please pray for the rash to go away. It always gets on my face, nowhere else on my body, which makes it doubly frustrating! And I haven't even been around poison ivy or anything else! So it's probably an allergic reaction to something, it happens two or three times a year. =( But, I call it poison ivy because I can't think of a better name, and that best describes the effects, a big red rash on my face! =( But anyway, USE THE CBOX!!!! =D (And let me know if there are any problems with it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8101185063140975264?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8101185063140975264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8101185063140975264&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8101185063140975264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8101185063140975264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/announcement.html' title='Announcement!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1350622296302048940</id><published>2010-06-18T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:32:46.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, I was on Eldarwen's blog, and the post about the books that she read was very interesting, so I decided to post about my favoritest book! &lt;em&gt;Every Storm&lt;/em&gt; by Lori Wick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TBuDPmVcRJI/AAAAAAAAB4k/oYqb1pi9IY4/s1600/51nzTyCDsmL__SL500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TBuDPmVcRJI/AAAAAAAAB4k/oYqb1pi9IY4/s320/51nzTyCDsmL__SL500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a romance, the best I've ever read! I read it again last night, and it's one of those books that you can't help squealing about, if you know what I mean. =D I'm not going to spoil it for you, but if you're looking for a book to read, I would definitely recommend this! Seriously, if you're at all romantic, look into this book. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1350622296302048940?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1350622296302048940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1350622296302048940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1350622296302048940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1350622296302048940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favorite-book.html' title='My Favorite Book!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TBuDPmVcRJI/AAAAAAAAB4k/oYqb1pi9IY4/s72-c/51nzTyCDsmL__SL500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-5161827584518517229</id><published>2010-06-17T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:19:17.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball and a Date.</title><content type='html'>Christy's team won their softball game tonight!!!!! =D It was pretty cool. (They're not the best) =P And after that, Dad took us four girls to Chick-fil-a for a "date". Sorry about misleading you with the title, it was not a "real" date. Sorry to disappoint you. =P&amp;nbsp;It was a lot of fun though! (The date, not misleading you) lol&amp;nbsp;While Christy and Sarah and Emily were in the playroom, Dad and I had a good talk while we ate ice cream. And I'm not going to tell you what it was about, so don't even think about it! =D Anyway, it was a really awesome evening! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-5161827584518517229?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/5161827584518517229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=5161827584518517229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5161827584518517229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5161827584518517229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/softball-and-date.html' title='Softball and a Date.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6582266250563253886</id><published>2010-06-15T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:01:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanted to Say...</title><content type='html'>A couple of posts ago, I mentioned that I got a new Wii game called Monster Hunter Tri. Basically, it's a storyline about hunting creatures. The animation is excellent, and the monsters are really intimidating! It's a wonderful game, though the women aren't very decently dressed. Actually, the guys aren't either, which is TOTALLY unnecessary. =/ But, I love appropiately violent movies and games. And by appropriate, I mean not unnecessarily gory or disgusting, but I do really like science fiction like Lord of Rings, Star Wars, Spiderman, Eragon, and things like that. But my Mom, as some of you know, she hates that stuff. It grosses her out and is very boring to her, which sometimes&amp;nbsp;causes friction between us. =)&amp;nbsp;I'm a total Daddy's girl, and Christy and Mom have a lot in common. Dad and&amp;nbsp;I are&amp;nbsp;so similar, it's almost scary. When we get a new scary movie, then Dad and I stay up and watch it while Mom and Christy go to bed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But, when I got this game, Mom came down to the basement to watch me play it for a few minutes. She asked a few questions, grimaced at the right moments, and then left. But that really made my day. That my Mom would be willing to watch something that she hates (she didn't want me to get this game) just to make me feel good. She never reads my blog, so there's no chance of her reading this, otherwise, I wouldn't be posting this! =D Anyway, I just felt like sharing that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6582266250563253886?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6582266250563253886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6582266250563253886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6582266250563253886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6582266250563253886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-wanted-to-say.html' title='Just Wanted to Say...'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4784947243625673699</id><published>2010-06-12T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:34:18.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoorah!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My bestest friend Eldarwen is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy!!!! =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D ==D =D =D =D =D 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4784947243625673699?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4784947243625673699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4784947243625673699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4784947243625673699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4784947243625673699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoorah.html' title='Hoorah!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4962106570378096178</id><published>2010-06-11T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:59:09.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Game!</title><content type='html'>I got an awesome new Wii game that I've wanted for awhile!!!! It's called Monster Hunter Tri 3, or something like that. Anyway, I'm really happy, and I wanted to tell you! =D I haven't done much of it yet, but so far, it's really cool! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4962106570378096178?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4962106570378096178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4962106570378096178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4962106570378096178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4962106570378096178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/wii-game.html' title='Wii Game!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6692304500660477231</id><published>2010-06-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:23:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball and a Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have probably neglected to mention that Christy now plays softball. Well, she does. And she really likes it! =D She has a great set of teammates who are really fun. But, they aren't the best team ever. =/ Which is okay of course, since they have fun. But some of the girls like to goof off and some don't care. That really drives me nuts! Okay, just wanted to throw that in there. That isn't what this whole post is about, so don't leave yet! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Last night, I watched &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TAsS1NGNzTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Fw0fS3Y8KuY/s1600/poster-cheshire-queen-tweedle-alice-in-wonderland-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TAsS1NGNzTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Fw0fS3Y8KuY/s320/poster-cheshire-queen-tweedle-alice-in-wonderland-2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I really liked this movie! I could definitely tell that Tim Burton directed it. His style, his music, everything gives it away! The music escpecially reminded me of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Except, I can't STAND that movie! The special effects were all right, not that great. Like, when she was falling down the rabbit hole, it looked very fake. Dad described the style as "nightmarish", but it bugged me. I won't tell about the whole movie, because I don't want to spoil it for you. While Tim Burton is a talented director, he has a dark side. There were some unnecessary gruesome parts that I won't tell about so as not to spoil the movie. It was strange. Have I stressed that enough? =D But I still really liked it! At the beginning, the girl who played Alice didn't seem to fit the part, but as the movie went on, I liked her better and better. Johnny Depp was a complete freak! But that's nothing unusual, so I won't dwell on it. All in all, I would recommend this movie. There was no swearing or immodesty, although when she was growing huge, her dress got a bit short. (That's Dad's comment) =) If you don't like fantasy, you probably won't like this movie. But, you never know! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6692304500660477231?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6692304500660477231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6692304500660477231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6692304500660477231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6692304500660477231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/06/softball-and-movie.html' title='Softball and a Movie!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TAsS1NGNzTI/AAAAAAAAB3c/Fw0fS3Y8KuY/s72-c/poster-cheshire-queen-tweedle-alice-in-wonderland-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2117365561279404364</id><published>2010-05-31T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:20:39.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day/Decoration Day! Hope you've had a good one! This has been possibly the best memorial day ever for me. Had a bunch of relatives over and swam and ate and talked. It was great! We also celebrated Sarah's fourth birthday today! It's actually on Wednesday, but since everyone was here today, we had the party today instead. She's busy acting like a princess. Among many other things, she got a Sleeping Beauty dress, glass slippers, long gloves, a crown, and wand. =D We took the girls swimming for the first time this year. Emily loved it, but Sarah wasn't too thrilled. =) They're starting swimming lessons in a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about Memorial Day. I was deeply offended when I heard that Obama wasn't going to honor the grave of the Unknown Soldier. What an idiot! &amp;gt;=( But now that I think of it, it's probably more of an honor to the soldier that Osama, erm, Obama didn't put a wreath on the grave. I would be offended if such an evil man defiled my grave! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many young men who are serving in the military, so that makes this holiday more personal to me. My pastor put it this way, referring to those who died fighting for rights and freedoms.&amp;nbsp;"Those men died so that we could play." It's a sobering thought. We take so many of our freedoms for granted, but many men died to give them to us. To me, it's almost an insult to them to take what they fought for so lightly. Any way, just wanted to share some thoughts and stuff. Happy birthday Sarah! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2117365561279404364?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2117365561279404364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2117365561279404364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2117365561279404364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2117365561279404364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-5032613791438326553</id><published>2010-05-29T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:52:50.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name.</title><content type='html'>Don't worry everyone, it's still me. I finally found the perfect name for my blog-Excelsior. I read a poem with that title written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It means "ever higher". I really like it, and I hope that you like it too. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-5032613791438326553?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/5032613791438326553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=5032613791438326553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5032613791438326553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/5032613791438326553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-name.html' title='New Name.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2278038781581126285</id><published>2010-05-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:25:38.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me explain. I created this blog first. I signed in with my first email address. Then, my address changed, and I created a new blog, but I signed in with my new address. So, I have two different "sets" of&amp;nbsp;blogs.&amp;nbsp;But, I want to switch this blog to my other set of blogs, the one where I sign in with my new email address. I found out to import my blog to the other one, but I lose all of my followers and I also lose all of the people that I follow. I really don't want to do that, so I was wondering if anyone knew how to import my blog to the other set, or how to change my email that I sign in with? If you could help in any way, I would be sooooooo appreciative! Thanks! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2278038781581126285?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2278038781581126285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2278038781581126285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2278038781581126285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2278038781581126285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/help.html' title='Help!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2020893379292318853</id><published>2010-05-20T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:55:18.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>I realized that in the post before this one, I sounded a bit gloomy. So, I found some of these cute quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day." ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile confuses an approaching frown. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A smile is a curve that sets everything straight. ~Phyllis Diller &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The world always looks brighter from behind a smile. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Before you put on a frown, make absolutely sure there are no smiles available. ~Jim Beggs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks. ~Charles Gordy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we smile at it. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Always remember to be happy because you never know who's falling in love with your smile. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Smile - sunshine is good for your teeth. ~Author Unknown ( I like this one) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Smiling is my favorite exercise. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Wear a smile - one size fits all. ~Author Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling - it makes people wonder what you've been up to. ~Author Unknown (This is so me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important. ~Janet Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to spoil the day for a grouch, give him a smile. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I have to get back to school. And the sun just came out! =D I feel better already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2020893379292318853?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2020893379292318853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2020893379292318853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2020893379292318853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2020893379292318853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1595068595693709758</id><published>2010-05-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:27:24.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Title.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, strange title, but I couldn't think of what to title this. I'm in a posting mood, but I'm a little tired. And besides, it's raining outside, so I'm a little depressed. My mood depends heavily on the weather. =) Last night was the last night of Awanas until the fall, when school starts again. =( Major dislike! But it was a wonderful way to end. I played Super Tag like a maniac for hours. When I went to bed last night, I was so sore, not to mention that I took an unusually rough fall. I fall a lot, but I usually manage to catch myself. Last night, I went sprawling. I skinned up my elbow and I have a huge blue lump on my hip. Not fun.&amp;nbsp;But not unusual. And it didn't help that one of the guys that I was playing tag&amp;nbsp;with kept slamming me&amp;nbsp;into the wall. Jerk.&amp;nbsp;Today, I'm all stiff, especially that leg that's all bruised up. We're still finishing up school, you know, Mom's grading papers and I'm fixing stupid mistakes. I still have a little more in Algebra, and I'm really trying&amp;nbsp;to do a good job, because I don't want Mom to get Josh to tutor me again. Not that he isn't nice or anything,&amp;nbsp;I just don't like it.&amp;nbsp;I'm sure that some of you understand. ;)&amp;nbsp;On a happier note... Wow, I can't think of anything&amp;nbsp;especially joyful to tell you about! How embarrassing. Well, I'll come up&amp;nbsp;with something soon, I'm sure. =D Keep smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1595068595693709758?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1595068595693709758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1595068595693709758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1595068595693709758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1595068595693709758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-title.html' title='This is the Title.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6295275864516399932</id><published>2010-05-17T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:58:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, Look, an Update!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting in a while, but nothing&amp;nbsp; much has happened. Well, actually, on Sunday, we got rid of our last two horses. Oh yeah, that horse, Mocha, that I told you ran away, well, we found her. Sorry! I'm really behind. Well, actually, one reason is that I'm mourning the loss of my good friend, Eldarwen. She is off the internet for a month, and I'm having a hard time accepting it. Right now, my family is deciding what to watch. Example:&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mom, can I watch a Little House on the Prairie?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: That's fine with me. What do you think, Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't care. (I wasn't listening in the first place, so I have no idea what they're talking about. "I don't care" is my anwer to everything)&lt;br /&gt;Dad:&amp;nbsp;We always&amp;nbsp;watch those. Let's watch something different.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Okay, like what?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: How about a Disney animated movie, like Over the Hedge or Open Season?&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Dad! We watch those with Sarah and Emiliy all the time!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Fine, then you pick something out to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: How about Little House on the Prairie?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Christy, don't be annoying. &lt;br /&gt;Me: How about a cool movie, like Lord of the Rings or Star Wars or something? (Notice, at this point, I am completely ignored.)&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Well, then what do you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: An animated movie sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: Mooooooooommmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What do you think, Taylor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;Christy: I guess I'll go outside then.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Fine! Go ahead and watch the Little House on the Prairie episode. I have work to do outside. &lt;br /&gt;Christy: Okay! (This is what she planned all along)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Christy: I didn't ask you anything. &lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, isn't it? lol =D Oh, and before I go, I want to tell you that Christy's first softball game is tonight!!!! Pretty nifty. Okay, that's it. Bye! (good grief, I've been texting too much. Now I end posts like I do texts!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6295275864516399932?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6295275864516399932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6295275864516399932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6295275864516399932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6295275864516399932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-look-update.html' title='Look, Look, an Update!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-3722114064256858129</id><published>2010-05-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:14:20.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days are Here Again!</title><content type='html'>I finished tenth grade yesterday!!!!! I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yippee!!!! I mean, I have a few things to catch up on, but otherwise, I am free as a bird! Well, maybe not that free, but close! =D I'm so excited! And I'm even going to pass Algebra I! Now that's the real surprise of this post! I failed it last year. =( But this year, I might have even got a "B"! =D Now, just to let you know, I am a really good student, and I get "A"'s in everything except Algebra. Something about it just doesn't click with me. =( But that's all behind me now. =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D &lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-3722114064256858129?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/3722114064256858129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=3722114064256858129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3722114064256858129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/3722114064256858129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Happy Days are Here Again!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1623599285146617029</id><published>2010-05-10T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:42:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes!!!</title><content type='html'>There is a STORM coming!! It's been building up all day. This morning, when Mom woke me up at eight, it was so dark in my room it looked like five a.m.! Right now, it's so dark outside that our yard light has been on for about an hour already. Crazy. I LOVE big storms!!!! This should be good!!! I can't wait! Except, it looks like really good tornado weather. =O Don't worry, if one happens to come up, then I'll lasso it and ride it like Pecos Bill! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1623599285146617029?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1623599285146617029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1623599285146617029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1623599285146617029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1623599285146617029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-it-comes.html' title='Here it comes!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-2703796355200591946</id><published>2010-05-08T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:15:48.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe it! For those who don't know, I take the homeschool video courses from Pensacola Christian Academy. They are videos of the actual classes that went through the school. Well, there's one guy named Matt who is so funny in the videos. I mean, he cracks me up! He just does funny things. I looked him up on facebook and found him!!!!!! Is that amazing or what?! It's incredible! I'm so happy I could burst! When that video was taken, he was sixteen, and now, he's twenty-three and about to be married! That is so awesome!! Have I stressed how excited I am?!?! Yippee!!!! Yahoo!!! Hallelujah!! Thank-you Lord!! =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D I'll setle down in a couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-2703796355200591946?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/2703796355200591946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=2703796355200591946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2703796355200591946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/2703796355200591946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8249239580513634418</id><published>2010-05-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:17:53.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar City!</title><content type='html'>We went to Silver Dollar City today! It was awesome! But, unfortunately, we got hardly any pictures. Five, total. I can feel your glares at me. *gulp* But it wasn't my fault! It was Mom! *points finger* SHE was the one who didn't take pictures! So glare at HER, not me! Anyway, here is a pic of the swings. They just go around and around. I have a... tradition. And I LOVE traditions! I make more every year. But I have been doing this one for awhile. Whenever I ride a roller coaster, I always hold my hand up through it all, waving. Isn't that right, Eldarwen? lol (She got a kick out of that at Six Flags) So, even though this wasn't actually a roller coaster, I was still waving like crazy to Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OA49F_7iI/AAAAAAAABzY/GVzcRc5lluQ/s1600/P5062198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OA49F_7iI/AAAAAAAABzY/GVzcRc5lluQ/s320/P5062198.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See my hand? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did a lot of other stuff, but no pics. Sorry. But these next pictures are of the end of our trip. There's this new ride where a boat goes through a windy river, and it has a bunch of waterguns on it. And there are water guns along the shore and stuff so it's&amp;nbsp;like a big water battle. Well, I DID NOT want to get wet, so I watched while Christy went on the ride. But afterward, she started firing at people in the boats. Well, that did it. For those who don't know, I am EXTREMELY competitive! So, I joined in. And it was soooooooo much fun! Crazy fun.&amp;nbsp;We had like troops. I was the captain, and I was always running along the docks, telling who to fire at and stuff.&amp;nbsp;We would always pinpoint a person to soak! And since I was&amp;nbsp;the leader, the people in the boats would always fire at me when I ran by to "rally the troops"! It was so fun! Christy was on the front ranks while I was in the tower manning a gun and calling out orders. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OBGhlXQ5I/AAAAAAAABzo/PfcrHSvTahI/s1600/P5062201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OBGhlXQ5I/AAAAAAAABzo/PfcrHSvTahI/s320/P5062201.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christy is so wet! But that is her post, I was just there for an emergency. At that spot, the guns are like one foot away from each other! So I don't stay there for long. =) Recogonize the shoes and capris that I'm wearing, Eldarwen? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OBA_FaM4I/AAAAAAAABzg/g559ILq2QaA/s1600/P5062199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OBA_FaM4I/AAAAAAAABzg/g559ILq2QaA/s320/P5062199.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, here,&amp;nbsp;one guy was yelling at me, and I was like, "What? I'm innocent!" It was so hilarious! And one guy came through, and since I always pick someone for the troops to shoot especially, I yelled, "Get baldie! Get baldie!" The guy heard me and started laughing, and Christy got him with a mouthful of water! Haha! And I looked at one guy in the boat as it passed, and I said, "I'm coming after you, buddy. Yeah, that's right, you!" And he said, "Bring it on, doll." It was so funny! He was soaked. Everyone in the boats would see me running around and pointing at&amp;nbsp;certain people, and they kept squirting at me!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OBPoDE66I/AAAAAAAABzw/pYDNhH8Li7Q/s1600/P5062202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OBPoDE66I/AAAAAAAABzw/pYDNhH8Li7Q/s320/P5062202.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's very intense. These are the guns. The boat is about to pass, and we were spraying them. So much fun! (Have I said that enough?) lol Anyway, that was my exciting day! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8249239580513634418?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8249239580513634418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8249239580513634418&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8249239580513634418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8249239580513634418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/silver-dollar-city.html' title='Silver Dollar City!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S-OA49F_7iI/AAAAAAAABzY/GVzcRc5lluQ/s72-c/P5062198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6234752272839821899</id><published>2010-05-04T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:21:32.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooooooh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ooh! Argh! Rrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Whew, I'm glad that I got that out of my system. *wipes forehead* Okay, earlier, I was messing around with my new phone, and I discovered that I could buy ringtones right from the phone! Very exciting. But, when I searched for the two Owl City songs that I wanted, (Hot&amp;nbsp;Air Balloon and Fireflies), they weren't there! So, I went to AT&amp;amp;T's website and searched their ringtones. And, I found both songs! So, I went to buy them, and it said to "Pick your phone", and they had a whole list of phones. Well, I found mine, and after I clicked on it; it went back to the search program. I thought, "Okay, well, I'll just go back to the songs." But when I typed in Fireflies, a note came up saying, "This tone is not available for you type of phone." The same thing happened with Hot Air Balloon! I was soooooooooo mad!!!!! Incredibly mad! Like, so mad, if I wasn't a Christian, I would be cussing those stupid AT&amp;amp;T people!!!! But instead, I grabbed my phone and called them to tell them what I thought of them. Thankfully, they didn't answer the phone. I have somewhat of a temper problem, and my mouth gets me in trouble sometimes. *sheepish grin* But, I have let out my anger. Mostly. =D I thought that it was interesting, and it's all I could think of to post about. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6234752272839821899?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6234752272839821899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6234752272839821899&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6234752272839821899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6234752272839821899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/ooooooooh.html' title='Ooooooooh!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-858089657441398028</id><published>2010-05-02T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:23:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary Afternoon.</title><content type='html'>It's very cloudy outside, but it refuses to rain. *pout* I hate it when it gets this way. I wish that it would just rain and get it over with. Plus, I love a good storm in general, and I'm getting tired of waiting. You might have realized by now that I don't really have anything worthwhile to post about. I'm sitting here watching "Father of the Bride" and eating yet &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; ice cream. I'm wearing a huge, yellow sweatshirt and my comfy new jeans and a pair of Dad's socks. (Don't tell him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had a great time at church this morning.&amp;nbsp;The whole church played this awesome new game called Members Jeapordy. It was hilarious! There were five catagories: Missions, Family, Profiles and Relationships,&amp;nbsp;Ministries, and I can't remember the last one.&amp;nbsp;Ten people were called up to the front. And Dad was one of them! The look on his&amp;nbsp;face&amp;nbsp;when they called his name&amp;nbsp;was &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;! Okay, so the ten people were divided into two teams, and they took turns picking categories and answering the questions from the box that they&amp;nbsp;picked.&amp;nbsp;All of the questions were&amp;nbsp;about something or someone in our church. And there was the most hilarious questions! Like, the funniest one&amp;nbsp;to me was when one guys picked a box and the question was: "Which member recently made a new fish pond?" Which, of course, it was Dad! It was soooooo funny to the whole church because Dad has been telling everyone! LOL I hope that we play that game again next week! Haha! So there, that's my little update. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-858089657441398028?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/858089657441398028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=858089657441398028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/858089657441398028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/858089657441398028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreary-afternoon.html' title='Dreary Afternoon.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8838190819489527338</id><published>2010-05-01T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:47:05.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Mocha.</title><content type='html'>Well, she's gone again. Let me explain. We used to have four horses, but we sold two a month ago. Now, we are trying to sell our remaining two, that is, if we can hold on to them. One is a Tenessee Walker named Mocha, and the other is a pony named Patches. Mocha is an escape artist lately, and today is the third time that she has escaped the fence! &amp;gt;=( Once before, we caught her in time, and the other time, some people found her and brought her back. This morning, we discovered that she was gone. We spent the whole morning looking for her, but we found nothing. I hope she's gone for good. She's nothing but trouble. A friend gave her to us for free, so it's not like a big loss of money. Stupid animal. Sorry, I'm just a little frustrated. Grrrrrrrr!!!! If anyone out there wants a sweet, black, Tennessee Walker, let me know. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8838190819489527338?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8838190819489527338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8838190819489527338&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8838190819489527338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8838190819489527338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bye-mocha.html' title='Good-bye Mocha.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-1705802206604172757</id><published>2010-04-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:39:43.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventful Evening.</title><content type='html'>This evening was a ton of fun! First, I had a piano competition that I told you about yesterday. Afterwards, we were to go to the movie "How to Train Your Dragon", which I will tell you more about afterwards. And... I have a surprise at the end of the post! Now, no peeking ahead! *glare* I mean it! I'm watching you! *suspicious look* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uqvpD3JXI/AAAAAAAAByw/bwc7NaFy6R8/s1600/P4302168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uqvpD3JXI/AAAAAAAAByw/bwc7NaFy6R8/s320/P4302168.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I wore to the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did very well in the competition. I got a first place ribbon! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afterward, we went to the movie. It was really good! I liked it a lot! My favorite characters were the twins! They were awesome! Haha! If you've seen it, tell me who your favorite character/characters are. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we went shopping with Dad. Christy is playing softball, and she needed some new shorts. While she was looking at those, I went to the jeans section, not really expecting to find anything. I never find anything that I like. For one thing, I'm very tall and very thin. I have very long legs. Which means, whenever I find something that is actually long enough, the waist is like two of me. &amp;gt;=( But, I found TWO pairs of jeans!!!! *excitement* One pair actually drags the ground on the bottom!!!! Crazy. I'm so happy. Here are some pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uq1MM6LfI/AAAAAAAABy4/sBz25kszR6Y/s1600/P4302170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uq1MM6LfI/AAAAAAAABy4/sBz25kszR6Y/s320/P4302170.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See? The cuffs drag the ground! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, the surprise that you have all been waiting for. *dramatic music* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got a phone!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uq9-z9CYI/AAAAAAAABzA/O1Sq34Vu2MQ/s1600/P4302171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uq9-z9CYI/AAAAAAAABzA/O1Sq34Vu2MQ/s320/P4302171.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it cool?! My friend Becky got one a couple of weeks ago for her birthday, except hers is black. We have been texting like crazy! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9urOF6jGyI/AAAAAAAABzI/NwzNzHgD3kA/s1600/P4302173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9urOF6jGyI/AAAAAAAABzI/NwzNzHgD3kA/s320/P4302173.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And it has a full keyboard! I'm so excited! I hope Becky and I can go accessory shopping tomorrow! All right, that's all the news I have right now. I'm sitting here watching "National Treasure with Dad and Christy, as I eat a bowl of chocolate syrup covered ice cream. Life is good. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-1705802206604172757?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/1705802206604172757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=1705802206604172757&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1705802206604172757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/1705802206604172757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/eventful-evening.html' title='An Eventful Evening.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9uqvpD3JXI/AAAAAAAAByw/bwc7NaFy6R8/s72-c/P4302168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-758479070415482191</id><published>2010-04-30T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:34:57.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Restful Night.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a good night's sleep. I know what your thinking, I can see it on your face. You're saying, "So?" I'm right, aren't I? Well, I'm just bringing it up because the night before last, I hardly got any sleep at all! I kept twisting and turning and couldn't get comfortable. To borrow Owl City's words, "When I'm far too tired to fall asleep." You know what that means, right? Of course, on the other hand, when I sleep soundly, I know that I've been doing something weird while I'm asleep. You can count on it. You see, I am a major sleep walker. And not just walking either! I sleep-run, sleep-talk, sleep-everything else that is normal! Seriously! The good thing is, my 'disorder' is only noticed when I sleep in a hotel with my family or something. Not that I don't do the weird things at my house, it's just that there is&amp;nbsp;usually no one around to see. =) But one time, in a hotel, I got up and walked over to Christy, and started beating on her! I seriously was asleep! Promise! I have done so many weird things! Like, at home, Dad was out in the living room unusually late, and I came running out. I ran up to the window and just stood there looking out, scratching my arms and stuff. Dad came over and said, "What's wrong? What are you doing?" I just mumbled something about bees, then I ran back to bed. I scare myself. But, it is kinda interesting to hear in the morning what I have been doing during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I get my dreams mixed up with reality. Like, I'll be dreaming, then I'll wake up, but I don't know that I'm awake. So, I continue the dream. Example: I was dreaming that Christy and I were at a friend's house sleeping. But, the boy's wanted to play paintball in the house in the middle of the night for some reason, so everyone else had to go outside. That's where I woke up. But, as I said before, I was still in my dream. So, I got dressed and went outside. That's when I realized that I had been dreaming. It's very weird. Now, are you all thoroughly scared of me? I can't even remember how I got onto this subject. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-758479070415482191?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/758479070415482191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=758479070415482191&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/758479070415482191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/758479070415482191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/restful-night.html' title='A Restful Night.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-568649064456646986</id><published>2010-04-29T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:52:50.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a few days, and I'm so ashamed of myself! *slaps cheek* There, I feel better. lol Tonight, we went to a play titled "The Secret Garden." I read the book and watched the movie several years ago, so I knew a little of what was going on. But frankly, it was a little disappointing. Actually, it was more than a little disappointing, it was VERY disappointing! =( It was really confusing and the songs weren't very good. But, it was an experience! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other bit of news is something much more serious. You remember how I played a song for recital? I'm pretty sure I posted about it. Well, I have to play the same song for Piano Clinic tomorrow. Clinic used to be a competition, then some kid started whining about losing, so now it's not. =( Some people just can't accept being losers. Well, it used to be that everyone would play once, then the 'losers' would be eliminated, then the people who were good enough would play again and get awards. Of course, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was never eliminated! *fluffs hair* Wow, I sounded just like Eldarwen there! Yikes! lol jk Anyway, the song has to be memorized, and mine isn't too firm in my head. It's the "Minute Waltz", in case you forgot. I'm really nervous, even though I've been doing this since I was six. =( I keep asking myself why I put myself through this year after year, but I just don't know! Wait, I have figured it out! It's because I get to get ice cream afterwards!!!!! Yes, that's it! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-568649064456646986?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/568649064456646986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=568649064456646986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/568649064456646986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/568649064456646986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening.'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-582868780798606164</id><published>2010-04-26T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:00:02.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tags from Lady Gwenea and Eldarwen Failariel!</title><content type='html'>Lady Gwenea has tagged me, and an award came with it! And the tag looks totally awesome, even though I might have changed a couple of rules. *sheepish grin* So, to get the award, you must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9S7XVBxXrI/AAAAAAAABxo/x7kBCKyV52Y/s1600/Bleeding-Heart-V6-72-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9S7XVBxXrI/AAAAAAAABxo/x7kBCKyV52Y/s320/Bleeding-Heart-V6-72-6.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Post about your tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) pick&amp;nbsp;five bloggers who deserve the PURE IN HEART award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) leave a comment on the&amp;nbsp;five people's blog, and tell them that you tagged them! You might want to leave the link, too (you may tag whoever you want, including the person who tagged you, if you like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Answer these questions and put them up in your post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Apples, Oranges or Bananas? Oh dear, as Eldarwen knows very well, I absolutely DETEST fruits and veggies, but if I HAD to pick one, it would be apples. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: How many siblings do you have? Five. Actually six, because Eldarwen counts as a sister. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: How old are you? Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Do you live on a prairie, woodland, swamp, city or other? Woodland, I guess. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Scissors or glue? Scissors! Not even close. I can cut things! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: describe your dream house. Oh, my dream house is right down the road from us! I'll have to post a pic sometime, but it's big and white, with pillars on the front, an upstairs, lots of windows, and a bright red door!!! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Is your room clean? Um, uh, well, that is, I, uh, um, not&amp;nbsp;exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: If you could be a movie character for a day, who would you be? Galadriel!!!!! I love her! But it's really hard to decide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Italy, Greece, France, Spain or England? Greece, there is so much history and culture there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: What denomination are you? Independent Baptist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Do you sleep with a stuffed toy (BE HONEST!!!!) Nope, but only because they won't fit in my bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Gum, chocolate, or jelly beans? CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: What is your favorite book? The Chronicles of Narnia series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Favorite ice cream flavour?&amp;nbsp;Chocolate fudge with chocolate chunks and chocolate syrup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: If you had to eat one type of food for two weeks, what would that food be? Chocolate! Is that a food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: What is your favorite Olympic sport? Figure skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: If you woke up and discovered that you had turned into Miley Cyrus for the day, what would you do ( note, I am NOT a fan)? I would freak out and have a good time until it ended. Ya know, the fame and glory. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: Describe yourself in three words. Fanciful, imaginative, dramatic. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: What chore do you positively hate? Picking up Sarah and Emily's toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: If elmo cam into your room with a gun, what would you do? I would use my kung-fu moves on him!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a cool tag! 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are awarded, here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Post about the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Award 3 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Answer the tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could write one word, what would it be? Oh, wow, um, "Sierra". Well, it would be really hard to choose, and since I love my puppy, and I think her name is really pretty, I would write that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use one word to describe yourself: creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something random about you/your writing that you'd like to say right now? I am obsessed with writing, but I only let one person read it, my best friend Eldarwen! I have finished two stories and am working on three right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think up an absurd title for a book: Dolphins in the Sahara Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the strangest sentence you can think of? "I wore a cape, wielded a light saber, held a camera, tore some flowers, visited a grave, and had a great time!" Ring a bell, Eldarwen? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you write? Sci-fi, romance, fiction... ya know. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you write it? Because I am happiest when I am writing, and I love putting my imagination down on paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a weird disease and could only make a sound over and over, what would it be? Hmmm, I would probably like to make a "beep" sound. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I award: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone who is writing a story of their own! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And one more tag from Eldarwen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And it comes with an award!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9WOK3C2FoI/AAAAAAAABx4/NzijWSakd_E/s1600/omiblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9WOK3C2FoI/AAAAAAAABx4/NzijWSakd_E/s320/omiblog.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. Get really excited that you got the coolest award EVER. -- All right, I'm working it up! Getting there, getting there...wait! I'm excited now!!! =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2. Choose ONE of the following options of accepting the OMB award: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(a) Write about your most embarrassing moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(b) Write a "Soundtrack of your childhood" post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(c) Make your next blog a 'vlog'/video blog. Basically, you're talking to the camera about whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(d) Take a picture of yourself first thing in the morning, before you do anything else (hair, make up, etc)and post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aw, come on! Oh brother. Why did I ever accept this award? I guess it will have to be 'a'. *sigh* But I can't narrow it down! Darn... Okay, when I was at a friend's house, we were all out on the trampoline. My friend, Austin was showing off how he could do a backflip. Soon, everyone else went inside and I decided to try to do a backflip. Well, when I tried, my knee flew up and hit my nose and I landed in a heap. It wouldn't have been so bad, but when I untangled myself and looked up, Austin and his friend Bobby were standing there laughing at me! Rrgghhh! And on top of it all, I knocked my&amp;nbsp;nose crooked. =( There, ya happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tag anyone who is brave enough to do this tag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-582868780798606164?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/582868780798606164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=582868780798606164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/582868780798606164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/582868780798606164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/tags-from-lady-gwenea-and-eldarwen.html' title='Tags from Lady Gwenea and Eldarwen Failariel!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S9S7XVBxXrI/AAAAAAAABxo/x7kBCKyV52Y/s72-c/Bleeding-Heart-V6-72-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-6311949357503066494</id><published>2010-04-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:05:17.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Today!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I think that all of my followers follow Eldarwen's blog, right? If you don't, here's the adress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefaithfulelvenprincess.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thefaithfulelvenprincess.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, if you didn't know, we met each other on our blogs a few months ago, and we started emailing after awhile. We finally met yesterday! My family and I drove to her house and saw her yesterday evening! It was so awesome!!!! Definitely one of the best and most exciting days in my life! We are going to Six Flags today. I probably won't be posting many pics, since I'm pretty sure that you follow Eldarwen's blog, and she has soooo many more followers, so I'm going to ask her to post the pictures! And I-MUST-CONVINCE-HER-TO-GO-ON-THE-ROLLER-COASTERS! She apparently doesn't care for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-6311949357503066494?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/6311949357503066494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=6311949357503066494&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6311949357503066494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/6311949357503066494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-today.html' title='It&apos;s Today!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-4449645237507458708</id><published>2010-04-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:40:37.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Gone!</title><content type='html'>I got my braces off yesterday!!!!! I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the "before" picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S88o8MRSMKI/AAAAAAAABxY/XrN_9X3xUWc/s1600/P4202123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S88o8MRSMKI/AAAAAAAABxY/XrN_9X3xUWc/s320/P4202123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after! This is my awesome and goofy orthodontist, Dr. Jesse Gray. He's actually really tall, like a foot taller than me, but since I'm rather tall too, I didn't have to use the stepstool for this picture. He was nice enough to bend down a little. And I like feeling short! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S88bQvo0J7I/AAAAAAAABxQ/Piu5_f9PP0Q/s1600/Taylor+Orsburne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S88bQvo0J7I/AAAAAAAABxQ/Piu5_f9PP0Q/s320/Taylor+Orsburne.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My teeth are really white. =D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-4449645237507458708?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/4449645237507458708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=4449645237507458708&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4449645237507458708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/4449645237507458708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/theyre-gone.html' title='They&apos;re Gone!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S88o8MRSMKI/AAAAAAAABxY/XrN_9X3xUWc/s72-c/P4202123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-8629464810451051862</id><published>2010-04-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:55:16.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awana Girls!</title><content type='html'>I finally have some pictures! Every now and then, I make references to Awana or something. For those who don't know, Awana is a church ministry to kids from 3-12 year olds. There are three divisions, Cubbies (3-4 year olds), Sparkies (5-8 year olds), and TNT (9-12 year olds). I'm a Sparkie leader. The Sparkies and TNT's mainly memorize verses. All of the Sparkie kids are divided up into groups of four or five kids, as are the TNTs. Oh, and the boys and girls in both Sparkies and TNT's are split up. =) I have a group of four wonderful girls! I absolutely LOVE&amp;nbsp;to teach, so I LOVE Awana! It's the highlight of my week! Anyway, last week, I took some pictures of my girls. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBnGt72pI/AAAAAAAABwA/1mlvipVDUxo/s1600/P4142067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBnGt72pI/AAAAAAAABwA/1mlvipVDUxo/s320/P4142067.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right: Rhema,(pronounced 'Raim-uh) Donna, Mcayla, and Vianca (Vee-on-kuh) I know, my spelling of the pronunciations are a little weird, but you get the idea. Aren't they cute? Yes, Rhema is a bit of a handful, she's the one with the big mouth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBtM4AQSI/AAAAAAAABwI/yLDdR0fWyEM/s1600/P4142069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBtM4AQSI/AAAAAAAABwI/yLDdR0fWyEM/s320/P4142069.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Donna. She's very proud of the progress that she's made in her book, as you can see. She is very sweet and funny! Our church has a bus ministry for Awana, and that's how she comes. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBy4sDQMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/86eNUXq5h7Y/s1600/P4142070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBy4sDQMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/86eNUXq5h7Y/s320/P4142070.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh* This is Rhema. When she first came to Awana and was put in my group, she was extremely shy! Well, that has changed. She's very hyper, but also very quick at memorizing. She has finished all of her books twice! Yep, she's quite impressive. But she's always trying to goof off, which is why she sits slightly apart from the other girls. =)&amp;nbsp;She's the only one that isn't in second grade, so she's the only one of mine that won't be moving to TNT in a couple of months. =( =( =( I will miss the others soooo much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yB9DueDII/AAAAAAAABwY/vfjbSw4X0Ys/s1600/P4142071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yB9DueDII/AAAAAAAABwY/vfjbSw4X0Ys/s320/P4142071.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Vianca. She is such a sweetheart! She's fun, yet sweet. She is also a good memorizer, but she is a bit demoralized by Rhema's progress, as are the rest of the girls. But I&amp;nbsp;am still so happy to have her in my group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yCB5dhMYI/AAAAAAAABwg/AC5RGheF98I/s1600/P4142072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yCB5dhMYI/AAAAAAAABwg/AC5RGheF98I/s320/P4142072.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Mckayla. She can be a bit of a handful, but most of the time, she behaves. She wants to help everyone else memorize, which is nice, but she needs to memorize her own verses! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yCHWhD2_I/AAAAAAAABwo/knptx5wgv0M/s1600/P4142073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yCHWhD2_I/AAAAAAAABwo/knptx5wgv0M/s320/P4142073.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vianca and McKayla. They are in the same class in my church's Christian school. In fact, we use their 2nd grade classroom for my group. =) They really want a picture together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yCNL5KPgI/AAAAAAAABww/KM_j64I9iFE/s1600/P4142074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yCNL5KPgI/AAAAAAAABww/KM_j64I9iFE/s320/P4142074.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then Donna wanted a pic with the popular Vianca. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My girls and I have a lot of fun together every Wednesday night. I am most definitely not a strict teacher! Haha, no way! As long as the girls aren't too loud and they learn their verses, I let 'em talk and walk around. Yes, I have gotten many frowns of disapproval, but my girls have the most memorization points in the Sparkie division. Not that I can take any credit for that. =D But I am a natural weirdo, and they have never seen an "adult" act like I do. When Donna finally learns a hard verse that she has been struggling with, I do a victory dance on the floor. When Rhema is being particularly trying, then I put her in an arm lock or put my hand on top of her head and smack my hand. It makes me feel better.&amp;nbsp;When Vianca's birthday arrived, I&amp;nbsp;took the girls&amp;nbsp;on a pilgrimage to the&amp;nbsp;Coke machine and I bought them all drinks.&amp;nbsp;And when McKayla learns five passages at a time and says them all together, then I add a couple of points to her score. And one time, we all&amp;nbsp;had a&amp;nbsp;sing-a-long. We sang "Fireflies", by Owl City. LOL&amp;nbsp;We all have a lot of fun, and it warms my heart when I hear them say that they don't want to move up to TNT and have another leader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Keep smiling! =D&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2215210170236027540-8629464810451051862?l=littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/feeds/8629464810451051862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2215210170236027540&amp;postID=8629464810451051862&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8629464810451051862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2215210170236027540/posts/default/8629464810451051862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlehouseinthewest.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-awana-girls.html' title='My Awana Girls!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528451984572986492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/TT9v2oJo4jI/AAAAAAAACZk/Z-E2ydT2h7A/s220/Photo1324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8yBnGt72pI/AAAAAAAABwA/1mlvipVDUxo/s72-c/P4142067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215210170236027540.post-7010064770034304879</id><published>2010-04-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T19:30:35.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Recital!</title><content type='html'>Yes, well, I forgot to tell you that Christy and I had a piano recital tonight. Oops! Well, better late then never. For this recital, I just relaxed and had fun. I messed up a few times, but that's to be expected. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8ps5XorhCI/AAAAAAAABvo/CvX6x75oOS0/s1600/P4172087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8ps5XorhCI/AAAAAAAABvo/CvX6x75oOS0/s320/P4172087.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Christy, looking worried. She doesn't enjoy recitals very much. But then again, who does? She played a song called the Clown Rag. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdH00eqVbSU/S8ps-lqnBqI/AAAAAAAABvw/f1Qb7al1imM/s
