<?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-8784674338760685512</id><updated>2011-10-23T16:13:59.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lauren</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-3215793401371128936</id><published>2011-08-16T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:26:59.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a blog post. Be amazed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcUtPSuX9o0/TkrSjHemcVI/AAAAAAAAASM/jC1gS5vphpU/s1600/powell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcUtPSuX9o0/TkrSjHemcVI/AAAAAAAAASM/jC1gS5vphpU/s320/powell2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641552983979618642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZugMsgnfxw/TkrPZH5K3BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/T1OAa_269GY/s1600/powell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8b80bNJRik/TkrPJQThy0I/AAAAAAAAARc/rqxOcd2MH90/s1600/281724_2245555706365_1472318391_2504927_2348856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8b80bNJRik/TkrPJQThy0I/AAAAAAAAARc/rqxOcd2MH90/s320/281724_2245555706365_1472318391_2504927_2348856_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641549241137613634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAO77Hs1UkM/TkrPBTZzZsI/AAAAAAAAARU/nigTrhcWpwc/s1600/hut%252Band%252Blauren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAO77Hs1UkM/TkrPBTZzZsI/AAAAAAAAARU/nigTrhcWpwc/s320/hut%252Band%252Blauren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641549104530286274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, reflecting about my summer. There wasn't much to it really. But that's just okay, because it was summer and that is enough to be good. This summer Brock and Chaley have been here, and I was so happy they were. Especially Chaley, because she puts up with me alot :) we built a blanket fort and watched Harry Potter, and made a slip-n-slide, and have done some crafts.&lt;br /&gt;This summer I have gone to Lake Powell, Seven Peaks, have swam down the richfield canal with Cameron, Amy and Rhett and watched fireworks afterward, and then once again with 3 of my favorite One Voice girls. Then there was also girls camp which is always so much fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDhK_bQZlZk/TkrPSfVVA3I/AAAAAAAAARs/nZtujh1pm5M/s1600/292240_1686888111669_1821686030_1104713_1310907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDhK_bQZlZk/TkrPSfVVA3I/AAAAAAAAARs/nZtujh1pm5M/s320/292240_1686888111669_1821686030_1104713_1310907_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641549399790519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago Nicole came down and we took our annual bike ride to Loa. We never have a good reason to go, but we do anyway :) we also slept on the tramp, and it brought back a lot of really goood childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;Another fun memory this summer was late-night swimming with nicole, my mom, and my grandma :) and then another time with our mutual group.&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite day was going up with my dad on the mountain. It was raining a little and that made it so pretty and special.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFBpzPOhTI/TkrPONDrAmI/AAAAAAAAARk/EcuCtl22tW0/s1600/223885_2043317480989_1185915822_32025142_4483799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFBpzPOhTI/TkrPONDrAmI/AAAAAAAAARk/EcuCtl22tW0/s320/223885_2043317480989_1185915822_32025142_4483799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641549326165148258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been four-wheeler rides, fishing, and picnics, and staying up til four in a tent, and running through sprinklers, and just plain running of course. And although I have been busy working, I'm happy to say that I appreaciated this summer. There are times when I really miss my childhood summers. They seemeded much longer and much happier. I miss roller-blading, and night-games every night, and horse-back riding, hikes, lemonade-stands, hut-making, camping trips, lake powell trips, water-fights, sleeping on the tramp, bike-riding, hide-and-seek, puppies, otterpops, fourth of July with cousins, and so much more. It's good to be young and have so many possibilities :)&lt;br /&gt;Also this summer I have really reallly really missed these two:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4M2MtEXj2I/TkrQSrCbb-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/huZfSmbIKEw/s1600/DSC_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d4M2MtEXj2I/TkrQSrCbb-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/huZfSmbIKEw/s320/DSC_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641550502444101602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well, have a fantastic week left of summer! I know I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNodcok4yFk/TkrSMPvdzuI/AAAAAAAAASE/EntNsXjYhug/s1600/Photo%2B53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNodcok4yFk/TkrSMPvdzuI/AAAAAAAAASE/EntNsXjYhug/s320/Photo%2B53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641552591060848354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-3215793401371128936?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3215793401371128936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-blog-post-be-amazed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3215793401371128936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3215793401371128936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-blog-post-be-amazed.html' title='This is a blog post. Be amazed.'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RcUtPSuX9o0/TkrSjHemcVI/AAAAAAAAASM/jC1gS5vphpU/s72-c/powell2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-5284229738073848657</id><published>2011-06-15T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:11:39.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear South Carolina....</title><content type='html'>I want my sisters back.&lt;br /&gt;love, lauren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-5284229738073848657?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5284229738073848657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-south-carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/5284229738073848657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/5284229738073848657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-south-carolina.html' title='Dear South Carolina....'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-2140195422467095931</id><published>2011-05-01T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:33:59.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odBJnReicnw/TdMQCvmLayI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4B8aBIH5RUY/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odBJnReicnw/TdMQCvmLayI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4B8aBIH5RUY/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843600328780578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this post is mostly for makell and nicole, seeing that I find talking on the phone as a challenge, that they might hear about my California adventure with One Voice about three weeks after it happened. Just be happy I finally am doing it.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;So we left for california on wednesday at 3:15 p.m. and after ten looonnng hours on a bus, we arrived at our hotel late that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that we managed to experience all the best parts of disneyland in a single day. We arrived exactly when it opened, and hit all the rides we could before it got busy, then when it did get busy, we had fast passes for everything and went on all the best rides EVER! OH MY! It was pretty much the most magical day...I want to say in my life, but I feel as though that might be a tad bit dramatic...anyway so we didn't end up leaving until 12:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Are performance at disneyland went really well and it was really fun to perform there! But the overall best part ever of ever was a special show disney put on called the "World of Color"&lt;br /&gt;We thought it was going to be pretty lame. How pitifully wrong we were. Try as I might I will fail at describing it. It moved me to tears! It was the best of disney wrapped in a colorful and watery world! I just seriously can't tell you about it, it would take to much energy, please observe what you can in the picture below...anyway moving on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ueCz7hGAaU/TdG25Ac8mvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s0-cjSMdZbg/s1600/World-of-Color-Disneys-California-Adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ueCz7hGAaU/TdG25Ac8mvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/s0-cjSMdZbg/s640/World-of-Color-Disneys-California-Adventure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607464101543189234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Friday was also very very fun. That morning a large part of our group went and did baptisms for the dead at the Los Angles temple. So we're drivin and drivin and then we are like, twenty feet away from the temple, but the road is closed of. And so we are all like, "huh?" and stuff, so we ask this nearby officer who teases us and tells us the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES happens to be passing through at that moment. "Oh officer, you sly dog"&lt;br /&gt;WRONG&lt;br /&gt;THE PRESIDENT OBAMA OF THESE UNITED STATES really did pass through. It was crazy...and really really random. Of all things. Anyway so then we do baptisms at the beautiful and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;massive&lt;/span&gt; temple and it was amazing. The grounds were really pretty too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRY02wcVqE8/TdG5ei5tJKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u1AXrUi2Fp4/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRY02wcVqE8/TdG5ei5tJKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u1AXrUi2Fp4/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607466945469031586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the beach. OH THE JOY! The waves were huge and so we rented a boogy board and played in the sun with 41 other awesome teenagers. There we were just building sand castles and burying each other in sand when someone shouts "WHALES!"&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this dorky choirs luck? Not one whale, but THREE beautiful whales. It was soooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;After our endeavors at the beach it was time for mini golf and laser tag. I failed miserably at laser tag (mostly because I didn't know what I was doing) but I destroyed at mini golf. Okay so I won by one point but that's okay...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Was just a bunch of performing. Performance here and performance there...but it was actually quite touching. We went to this hospice type place to perform for a not-so-lively crowd. But it meant so much to them. Before the show my director actually went up to a lady and said "are you excited for the performance?" the lady couldn't speak, so she simply held up our poster that has been in her lap all day. Afterwards we visited them in their rooms, lots of them in very poor condition. It was really cool. That night we went to a super fly youth dance and it was wicked sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Easter&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am sick of typing. So I'm keeping this brief.&lt;br /&gt;That beautiful easter sunday was a truly spiritual day filled with little miracles for everyone. We performed at the temple visiting center and also at a ward there in california. By the end of the performance, tears were streaming down everyone's face. Doc (choir director) said that there was no way we could have produced that much volume. He swears the voices of heaven were singing with us. Everyone would have probably found that odd had they not felt it to, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;We stopped two more places to perform and went to the mall then headed home. Upon our arrival home, we found ourselves very much attached to one another, and couldn't believe that it was over. I still can't...seems like it didn't even happen (then again it was like, a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;I loved One Voice. It was a lot of commitment but it was a pretty good experince for me. Here are some pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sU402bQE-hQ/TdMPyJ-J8rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oW60fA5M6YQ/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sU402bQE-hQ/TdMPyJ-J8rI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oW60fA5M6YQ/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843315350893234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCjk8z5qPFw/TdMPluPgKtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C6rCruA9Crg/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCjk8z5qPFw/TdMPluPgKtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C6rCruA9Crg/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843101749029586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdyy24uYIJM/TdMR_J-VP0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-XI4Q10w94I/s1600/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdyy24uYIJM/TdMR_J-VP0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-XI4Q10w94I/s320/IMG_0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607845737713188674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2osO7Kdyio/TdMQXKoA7BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7nQg8qcxI9Y/s1600/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2osO7Kdyio/TdMQXKoA7BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7nQg8qcxI9Y/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843951181622290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjZ0ff9O-W0/TdMQN4A0pOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bvbi-HDaAn0/s1600/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yjZ0ff9O-W0/TdMQN4A0pOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/bvbi-HDaAn0/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607843791566578914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and special thanks to Cameron.  He's been so could to drive me just about everywhere even after our thousands of road-trips together. I'm pretty sure there is not a conversation in the world that we haven't had. He's like my older brother now :) thanks Cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SUvGnKdoAM/TdMTiwB02QI/AAAAAAAAARA/9BkXXyPd2Zo/s1600/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SUvGnKdoAM/TdMTiwB02QI/AAAAAAAAARA/9BkXXyPd2Zo/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607847448735439106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-2140195422467095931?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2140195422467095931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/2140195422467095931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/2140195422467095931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures.html' title='Adventures...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-odBJnReicnw/TdMQCvmLayI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4B8aBIH5RUY/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-6781045292633210104</id><published>2011-03-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:06:20.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tess and I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSbLtpo0j0Y/TYaWVtOSq_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qgmKaoaIz7U/s1600/Tess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSbLtpo0j0Y/TYaWVtOSq_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qgmKaoaIz7U/s640/Tess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586317687460637682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my family had a conversation of people being like their pets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to test that theory and compare myself with that of my pets, particularly Tess, my weimaraner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results were unnerving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in common I have with my dog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are both energetic. Too energetic. HYPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are both skinny, and are both the runts of our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She is quite the athlete, and we like to run and race each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We are snippy. She bites me all the time. And well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We both like being the center of attention. (not our best attribute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We'd rather be playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We are both really cunning and smart. You can't tease Tess, she'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. But, we both LOVE to tease others. And most of the time we can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. She gets easily bored. So do I. We both need to be doing something all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tess has eyes that give away all her emotions, I've been told I am easily readable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. It's no wonder we get along so well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-6781045292633210104?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6781045292633210104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/tess-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/6781045292633210104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/6781045292633210104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/tess-and-i.html' title='Tess and I...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSbLtpo0j0Y/TYaWVtOSq_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qgmKaoaIz7U/s72-c/Tess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-95358145067788235</id><published>2011-02-13T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:36:14.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerry's class...Whitney and Lauren style</title><content type='html'>My friend Whitney and I get lots done in our computer classes...just look at our progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5gpm8JZFVI/TVhcbLDMaHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d4oU-rlvRKA/s1600/rollercoaster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5gpm8JZFVI/TVhcbLDMaHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d4oU-rlvRKA/s320/rollercoaster.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573306160763398258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTMUNd2NE3o/TVhcTASFiKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/I8ajmXFSYyk/s1600/oldbffs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTMUNd2NE3o/TVhcTASFiKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/I8ajmXFSYyk/s320/oldbffs.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573306020434118818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-df3uavgFOE0/TVhcKbs8d4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uZ1Gux8VPYs/s1600/CALAFLOWER%2BCHILDREN.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-df3uavgFOE0/TVhcKbs8d4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uZ1Gux8VPYs/s320/CALAFLOWER%2BCHILDREN.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573305873175705474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mB1SVA8vF9Y/TVhcDdoPNfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/C2gMrUgZjN4/s1600/art%2Bclass.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mB1SVA8vF9Y/TVhcDdoPNfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/C2gMrUgZjN4/s320/art%2Bclass.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573305753433748978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R52QUHHmrq8/TVhb8NH5PRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3EmUntwApv0/s1600/also%2Bfrom%2Bwhitney.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R52QUHHmrq8/TVhb8NH5PRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3EmUntwApv0/s320/also%2Bfrom%2Bwhitney.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573305628744039698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JkKGgTeYzsk/TVhaacws_aI/AAAAAAAAANg/Wr6YZ5cACqI/s1600/rollercoaster.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-95358145067788235?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/95358145067788235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/kerrys-classwhitney-and-lauren-style.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/95358145067788235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/95358145067788235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/kerrys-classwhitney-and-lauren-style.html' title='Kerry&apos;s class...Whitney and Lauren style'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5gpm8JZFVI/TVhcbLDMaHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d4oU-rlvRKA/s72-c/rollercoaster.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-7950246035413378395</id><published>2011-02-12T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:36:14.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z11AnZnzqbc/TVcXeaxWgoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ox11Mpaa1yg/s1600/STrack10III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z11AnZnzqbc/TVcXeaxWgoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ox11Mpaa1yg/s320/STrack10III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572948875244110466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's that time again...time to put aside my  present craving for Chips Ahoy cookies and start getting in shape. With the help of Tina and "Coach" of course. I don't know his real name...but stereotypically speaking he is the epitome of that word. Short &amp;amp; buff and knows how to bark orders. Thanks to him I am barely crawling down the stairs due to the stiffness in my joints, and thanks to him I feel better than I have all winter. He's preparing me for...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt;...STATE TRACK. And to be a state champion this year. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;So my after school is filled, and now also my mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Mornings because I will be doing the one-act play this year. I'm not especially stoked about my character...in fact I am rather upset about it. But non-the-less I must see it as an acting challenge to make this dull character into something not so painfully, well...DULL! But it will be fun. Expect a lot more posts after this one, because I am very behind on updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-7950246035413378395?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7950246035413378395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-that-time-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/7950246035413378395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/7950246035413378395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z11AnZnzqbc/TVcXeaxWgoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ox11Mpaa1yg/s72-c/STrack10III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-8606029054707263220</id><published>2011-01-28T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:46:59.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET HERE!</title><content type='html'>FEBURARY!!!!! AHH! Hey could you get here a little faster? I need my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all these giant teddy bears, red hearts, and pink candy is getting me all excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-8606029054707263220?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8606029054707263220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/8606029054707263220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/8606029054707263220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-here.html' title='GET HERE!'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-1577082154111422313</id><published>2011-01-13T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:18:23.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gabi friend. . .</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who I won't see for probably a very long time. Her name is Gabi. She is moving this weekend to Washington state. And I will miss her sooooooo much. I can tell because I have already been crying about it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabi, thank you for everything you have been for me clear since the 5th grade. I will never forget the time we opened up a whole mud restaurant that one rainy day. Or the time we buried ourselves in leaves or had a dandelion pageant. Thank you for entertaining me in 8th grade by making comics about us that I still laugh at to this day. Thanks for being there to talk about books, and helping me with homework and school.  Thank you for eating brownies and salt and vinegar chips (at the same time). Thanks for staying up with me late that one night playing ShiningStars and watching stupid youtube videos with me until our eyes dropped. You were the only person I showed my puppies to that seemed to love them as much as I did. I liked having ultimate snowball fights with you and playing epic hide-and-go-seek. The other day when I was cleaning out my drawers I found a small, petrified mud clump in the shape of a dog. I never could figure out why I kept it. Maybe because it was a tangible thing I could hold on to. Today when I hugged you for the last time, I had to turn my face really fast so you wouldn't see that I was crying. Not so much because I knew I wouldn't get to see you as often, but more about how much I cherished all the times I have shared with you. I'll never forget how amazing you have been to me. I love you Gabi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-1577082154111422313?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1577082154111422313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-gabi-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/1577082154111422313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/1577082154111422313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-gabi-friend.html' title='Dear Gabi friend. . .'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-3886304945897398707</id><published>2011-01-02T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:22:29.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look not behind thee"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TSEH2gV3wcI/AAAAAAAAALE/s6FIhC5haVA/s1600/-jump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TSEH2gV3wcI/AAAAAAAAALE/s6FIhC5haVA/s640/-jump.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557732048127902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Faun/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Faun/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most know the story of Lot's wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were told that their city was to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;It was too wicked, and it's existence was an abomination to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt; As they left the city, they were given  a simple task...."Look not behind thee"&lt;br /&gt;For if they turned to see their beloved city ruined, they too would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, Lot's wife looked back, and she was turned into a pillar of salt.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she did not consider that her future could be better than her past. There was a part of her that wanted to stay with her old world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of her clinging to the past, she could not  move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I have made some rockin resolutions. But in order to get rid of the person I once was, I cannot look back. Yes, I have made so many mistakes. And from them I learn. But it's a new year that we get to look&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; forward&lt;/span&gt; to. And that is something to be excited about. HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-3886304945897398707?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3886304945897398707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-not-behind-thee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3886304945897398707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3886304945897398707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-not-behind-thee.html' title='&quot;Look not behind thee&quot;'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TSEH2gV3wcI/AAAAAAAAALE/s6FIhC5haVA/s72-c/-jump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-5855603953981485677</id><published>2010-12-27T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:22:42.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past...days (seems like weeks)</title><content type='html'>My Christmas break has consisted of. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR11QVEDmzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QLOBfKW3VYo/s1600/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: px; height: px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR11QVEDmzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QLOBfKW3VYo/s640/images-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556726438637574962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR11B8B4NTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JLWTg0bgE6A/s1600/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: px; height: px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR11B8B4NTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JLWTg0bgE6A/s640/images-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556726191399384370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TRl3nZ88tpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xg3lEKHNKtQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: px; height: px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TRl3nZ88tpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xg3lEKHNKtQ/s640/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555603134203344530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TRl3iRmcOJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/brIgH0eTeIg/s1600/angrybirds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: px; height: px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TRl3iRmcOJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/brIgH0eTeIg/s640/angrybirds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555603046062110866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course lots of family time! :) and movies....tons and tons of movies and games...and ignoring puzzles. It's been...uh...wasteful, but much needed to revive me for the New Year. WHAHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-5855603953981485677?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5855603953981485677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/pastdays-seems-like-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/5855603953981485677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/5855603953981485677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/pastdays-seems-like-weeks.html' title='the past...days (seems like weeks)'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR11QVEDmzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QLOBfKW3VYo/s72-c/images-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-4308036354854373308</id><published>2010-12-15T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:17:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forgotten Carols</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TQq4dsU9RkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oct2t3MPia8/s320/page-carols.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551452310942336578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Voice rocks my socks. They are all great kids with voices like angels. I have awesome leaders, and I love the performances and songs. &lt;img src="file:///Users/gavinanderson/Desktop/page-carols.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/gavinanderson/Desktop/page-carols.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night was not about One Voice, but I didn't know that yet. I sang in The Forgotten Carols, and I had no idea what was in store. I'm back. I'm changed. And for four hours the veil was thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TQq4qrM7_0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/YQjwchdw6Vk/s320/b03eeb00-e3b0-5fa6-b7da-d5412b1f56aa.image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551452533978562370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the big performance, Micheal Mclean came in to give us tips and stuff, well...that's what I thought he was doing. Micheal Mclean is my definition of an artist...creates things of beauty, hilarious, does things just a little differently, and he's a bit off his rocker if you know what I mean. A giant among men. After making us laugh and encouraging us, he asked to offer the prayer. His prayer sounded like a little kid talking to his dad, but it was so sincere. I will never forget the things he said though.." Heavenly Father, tonight I do not ask you to help these kids sing their best. I don't even ask that they remember the words or the notes...but tonight I pray for them.  Father I know that their are many who suffer in this room...bless them, heal them, help them with temptations, or relationships or whatever it may be. If they get anything from tonight, let it be that peace. . .your peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healed, helped, blessed, and peaceful here I stand. When it says the hosts of heaven will sing praise unto Him, that is exactly what I felt apart of. It was absolutely a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a carol...let yours be to the king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; LISTEN TO THE SONGS, GET THE CD, OR SOMETHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-4308036354854373308?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4308036354854373308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgotten-carols.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/4308036354854373308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/4308036354854373308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgotten-carols.html' title='The Forgotten Carols'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TQq4dsU9RkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oct2t3MPia8/s72-c/page-carols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-8147633725977997416</id><published>2010-12-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T16:40:55.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May We All Feel Spirit of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was Christmas shopping with my mom. Flustered is an understatement. I was completely discombobulated. The stress of what to get for who and how to get it, as thousands of ads and people tried to rob you of your money, put me over the edge. How can it be that such a sacred holiday to me can be so corrupted from it's true and natural form? Well today that has been answered. By this small link below I am reminded of my love for Christmas was not lost in the bustle of the city at all, but is found once again in the memories of years past. The days I spent caring for others, dropping gifts to houses, visiting elderly, and lastly that special Christmas Eve when my brother and sisters tried their very best to make Christmas as magical as possible for me, make my heart swell with reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all live in the spirit of Christmas. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we all live in the spirit of Christ. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lds.org/pages/what-shall-we-give?lang=eng&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-8147633725977997416?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8147633725977997416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/may-we-all-feel-spirit-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/8147633725977997416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/8147633725977997416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/12/may-we-all-feel-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='May We All Feel Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-8395014810156829960</id><published>2010-11-26T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:12:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there room?</title><content type='html'>I can almost see if I close my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see her face...&lt;br /&gt;full of hope and wonder, she tells Joseph of,&lt;br /&gt;the son she'll bear one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TPB6LD8SR3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XniFofbe0ug/s1600/ne09dec15_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TPB6LD8SR3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XniFofbe0ug/s640/ne09dec15_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544065471748392818" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mary looks at Joseph and waits for his reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this silent question crossed her mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's own Son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight as I tie the last bow,&lt;br /&gt;and I put one more gift under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;I pause in the middle of all of the bustle, as the spirit of this season whispers to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there room in you heart. Will you let this miracle in? God's own son, God's own son has come to save you...is there room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-8395014810156829960?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8395014810156829960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-there-room.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/8395014810156829960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/8395014810156829960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-there-room.html' title='Is there room?'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TPB6LD8SR3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XniFofbe0ug/s72-c/ne09dec15_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-443702630709936318</id><published>2010-11-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:11:48.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Weekend..</title><content type='html'>Weekend=Awesome&lt;br /&gt;This last Thursday, my mom and I battled traffic all the way up to Makell's House. It was the girls weekend. I was so excited! My Aunt Charmaine was there, Chealsea, Makell, Nicole, her sister-in-law Jessica, and family friend Marge. We (and by we I mean they) made fancy rubber gloves to impress their husbands while washing the dishes....? Makell made some spicy-yummy curie food, and for dessert=Bert's Every Flavored Bean's to prepare for tomorrow. We laughed at each other eating fish and gravy flavored jelly beans, EW. So then we went to sleep. (some pictures later perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I'm makin' waffles! Well, my aunt/chef did anyway. Pumpkin waffles. Jealous? you should be. Then some of us went to ZUMBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TOiMs3HNhaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B_-ieOOOy_w/s1600/zumba_logo_2_high.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TOiMs3HNhaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B_-ieOOOy_w/s320/zumba_logo_2_high.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541834043815724450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very new experience for me. For those of you who don't know, Zumba is a strange way of exercising in which one has an instructor that leads you in various dance moves. It is very energetic and keeps you going. Its actually pretty fun. I would like to say I was on cue the whole time, but there was no mistaking the awkward beginners in the back ;) But even more amazing than zumba was the recreational center where it was held. It was practically Disneyland in my eyes. The center had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HUGE HOCKEY RINK&lt;/span&gt;, Oylimpic-sized swimming pool, rock walls, tennis cubicles, a very fancy water slide, and who know what else! The walk-way was even a track! Truly joyful to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed to the Gateway. We were &lt;img src="file:///Users/gavinanderson/Desktop/image.jpg" alt="" /&gt;all dressed up and ready. so so so so so very ready. I was never so ready in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TOiLUfxLGfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sMUeQC61IOg/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TOiLUfxLGfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sMUeQC61IOg/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541832525720787442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/gavinanderson/Desktop/image.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/gavinanderson/Desktop/image.jpg" alt="" /&gt; =HOMINAHOMINAHOMINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER!!! AHHHHHH! This is the moment I was waiting for. Bless you J.K Rowling, for you have blessed (and slightly warped) me in many a way. *love this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said?....I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-443702630709936318?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/443702630709936318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/443702630709936318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/443702630709936318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-weekend.html' title='The Girl Weekend..'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TOiMs3HNhaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B_-ieOOOy_w/s72-c/zumba_logo_2_high.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-7435862269423349272</id><published>2010-10-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:03:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it came to pass...</title><content type='html'>So its been quite the week(s). I went to Lagoon with my family for Halloween, and that was very fun. I couldn't have imagined a better day! My family has also been running around like geese with their heads chopped off trying to get this wedding business done. And now it has. Both receptions were rather successful and plenty fun.Busy busy busy then....lapoop. Okay...now that that is all done, now what? A break? Is that even in the dictionary? It is for me :)&lt;br /&gt;These past days have been incredibly luxurious. I have been spending most of the free time cuddled by a fireplace reading my book. I know...you envy me. But the cherry on top would be this...&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.absolutely-free-pictures.com/system/files/images/snow%20flakes%20on%20window.jpg" src="http://www.absolutely-free-pictures.com/system/files/images/snow%20flakes%20on%20window.jpg" height="624" width="832" /&gt;Yes it is getting a bit chillier outside. There is a blanket of snow outside, and it is making everything cozier...mmm...let it begin. That was indeed a short Autumn, but I think I am the only one ever to not mind winter, even in Wayne County. Changes in seasons make everything new and exciting. And I have got a lot to be excited about right now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-7435862269423349272?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7435862269423349272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-it-came-to-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/7435862269423349272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/7435862269423349272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-it-came-to-pass.html' title='And it came to pass...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-849874888910374859</id><published>2010-10-28T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:34:41.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cross Country Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TMo-fg_8nvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mi0Ow91DJJU/s1600/DSC_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: px; height: px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TMo-fg_8nvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mi0Ow91DJJU/s640/DSC_0674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533303803333091058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TMo-N57-suI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4joH8HzWLD0/s1600/DSC_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: px; height: px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TMo-N57-suI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4joH8HzWLD0/s640/DSC_0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533303500789691106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... To begin, I am so sorrry that this post is soooo &lt;i&gt;ridiculously &lt;/i&gt;long. So I dislike anything that sounds like bragging. Please, PLEASE do not think I am bragging....But I just want to get my feelings out....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT FEELS SO GOOD!!! Honestly this is a moment to celebrate all my hard work. It paid off! And I got something I have always always always dreamed (but had no idea in the world that it would actually happen) happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's start with region. Our region cross-country meet went a little like this....you see Panguitch has some really good runners. And every single time they showed up at the meets, they had ALWAYS been in front of me. They, however, had not shown up to the last three or four meets, and so we weren't entirely sure what they were up to. The conversation went a little like this, " you two! (my friend stevi and I) You girls need to stay up with the Panguitch girls. If they are setting a fast pace stay with them, if you are feeling good and can set a faster pace then pass them" This was our game plan. And it was set in my mind when we approached the starting line. But instead the following happened.....they never ever even got in front of us during the whole thing! I was SHOCKED! I had, in fact, cross the finish line first. Did I know I was capable? NO! I ran so hard I peed my pants....I'm not kidding. So my team brought home another region trophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now about state- me and my wonderful team sat down to a lovely pasta dinner at the Brick Oven the night before and chatted. There were four of us that were assigned those baby things that cry for our Child Development class....really?! That night when I went to bed, I was so anxious I could hardly sleep. It was like Christmas. But that morning was interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugarhouse Park is a stunning park in the fall. Overall it was a great run. I had so many people come to support me! Mom, dad, nicole, blake, jed, mell, and cougar. Even my aunt Charmaine and the most generous cousin ever, Chealsea came and watch. I did lose a state medal by two-tenths of a second. But I did give EVERYTHING I had. This run was an awaking for me though...I did however figure all my dreams out. State is the best feeling ever, a feeling some just may not understand. But being on a runner's high...I realized THIS IS WHAT I LOVE! This is what I am good at. And then I realized all those times in volleyball practice I was really thinking about running. I imagined how good I might be. So ditch volleyball if this is what you want Lauren! That is just what I will do, thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is even more peculiar....was that my family actually decided to check my horoscope that day just for fun...and almost creepy like, and incredibly accurate, it said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's going to take you a while to figure out what you want out of this day. But once you decide, you won't stop until the real world matches up with the one in your head. You'll move forward relentlessly until it's done."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt; october 20th-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-849874888910374859?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/849874888910374859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/10/cross-country-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/849874888910374859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/849874888910374859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/10/cross-country-wrap-up.html' title='A Cross Country Wrap-up'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TMo-fg_8nvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Mi0Ow91DJJU/s72-c/DSC_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-3750016607752855150</id><published>2010-08-29T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:19:07.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THrMJQnk89I/AAAAAAAAAHY/r82hhHDlXoY/s1600/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THrMJQnk89I/AAAAAAAAAHY/r82hhHDlXoY/s640/fall-leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510941553493078994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...Perhaps the wind is sending me a message. It seems to come always in time for a new season, to blow away summer...(deep breathing)&lt;br /&gt;This cold front is sending more than a bluster of mini tornadoes, but the promise of fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am-Cross country practice&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am-get ready for school&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am to 3:00 pm-School...(the torture part)&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm to 5:00 pm- volleyball practice&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm to 7:30 pm- musical practice&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm- homework and EHS&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm- dinner&lt;br /&gt;9:30- I would like to call this relaxation time, but its probably going to be figuring out how to raise money for my class or memorizing scripture mastery...But most likely reading....&lt;br /&gt;10:00-out cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically just a schedule for a plain old Monday. The other days kind of get more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;do you think I am over-doing it? Is this good for me? And now I get the nerve to try-out for the One-Voice Choir and add to the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me and it is what I enjoy doing.  For why be idle when there are so many opportunities before me?!? Well...that's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; what this post is all about. It is in fact a warning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of fall. Can you smell it? I CAN!!! For some peculiar reason...I have an uncanny ability to detect falls arrival.&lt;br /&gt;(MPHMMMM) * that was me trying to make an onomatopoeia for deep sniffing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEP! That's it all right.  I love fall. Yes I do.  Perhaps its the childhood memories that fill a storage box with Halloween decor...or the leaves.  Fall reminds me of general conference, harvesting, football, and walks in light jackets. It smells like pumpkins and fresh air and sounds like crunching leaves family conversations. This may sound odd...but there is a certain calmness about nature decaying all around you. It's been through it's cycle and leaves a promise for spring. I think dead things are beautiful! That came out wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it,  and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth&lt;br /&gt;seeking the successive autumns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-   George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-3750016607752855150?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3750016607752855150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-fall.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3750016607752855150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3750016607752855150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/feeling-fall.html' title='Feeling Fall...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THrMJQnk89I/AAAAAAAAAHY/r82hhHDlXoY/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-7959345896276044303</id><published>2010-08-22T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:10:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Guernsey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHmCvEkd3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0ly3J2wXPA/s1600/literary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHmCvEkd3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0ly3J2wXPA/s320/literary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508436753920587634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHkeSosOoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-ABv7ipUGDg/s1600/potatoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHkeSosOoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-ABv7ipUGDg/s320/potatoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508435028300544642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHl-3mM1jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7mO2ATv2NX4/s1600/guernsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHl-3mM1jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7mO2ATv2NX4/s320/guernsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508436687489652274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am young. But I have begun to plan a trip to a small island in the channels by the name of Guernsey. Why? BECAUSE!!! I am entranced with this book &lt;&lt;&lt; everything about it really. The author herself went to Guernsey and the beauty and history triggered an idea. Thus, some excellent literature was born. I have fallen in love with the description of the island, the characters, the way she writes, the humor, the heart-wrenching stories!!! How could I resist to see the place which had sprung forth such a masterpiece!?! But over all, I have fallen in love with Elizabeth Mckenna. Such a person we all need to be more like. Anyway, just thought I would let you all know. I won't be going to school this fall....I'm going to Guernsey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-7959345896276044303?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7959345896276044303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip-to-guernsey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/7959345896276044303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/7959345896276044303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/08/trip-to-guernsey.html' title='A trip to Guernsey'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/THHmCvEkd3I/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0ly3J2wXPA/s72-c/literary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-93656521293154857</id><published>2010-06-04T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:51:49.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk</title><content type='html'>Chalk &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFgDE5JfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ffEyM1wyaJM/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 320px 213px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFgDE5JfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ffEyM1wyaJM/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479057207301055986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is : Chalkismyfavorite!  I truly feel the summer sensation when i play with chalk. So I asked my mother if she would join me in chalk doodling. But for my mom...nothing is just "doodling" It has gotta be a masterpiece... Her's was so big we had to take two pictures of it to fit the whole thing. BUT, unfortunately we lost the main picture. It's a shame really that you can't see it. It was AMAZING. Perhaps I will take another one so you can see it. In the mean-time I drew much more simple doodles....the other three pictures you see. The top one of mine is my mom's favorite. You see, there are only three members in my family that have blond hair now. So my dilemma was, "What color am I suppose to do the other people's hair?" because you see, chalk comes in only 6 colors. A pale yellow, a pale orange, a pale green, a pale blue...and occasionally a pale purple. My solution to this ingenious work of art was...mud.  So that dark shade is mud you see....I had to find a lighter color of mud for Nicole's hair though :)&lt;br /&gt;The one below you is MY favorite. Jeffery and some catnip. hehe :) Chalk is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am sorry about this layout!!! GRR! I don't know why the start is at the top. &gt;:( I have been trying to get this post up forever, but everything just kept going wrong!!! So I finally gave up. I guess you'll have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFN23UjVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GXEVu8fXaOI/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 320px 213px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFN23UjVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GXEVu8fXaOI/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479056894785260882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFG6F3d7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z1jSHNzjJpw/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 320px 213px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFG6F3d7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z1jSHNzjJpw/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479056775392491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-93656521293154857?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/93656521293154857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/chalk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/93656521293154857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/93656521293154857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/chalk.html' title='Chalk'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAmFgDE5JfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ffEyM1wyaJM/s72-c/DSC_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-9015334068678841710</id><published>2010-06-02T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:05:50.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcY-oaXToI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pryGjGNgZhE/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcY-oaXToI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pryGjGNgZhE/s640/DSC_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478374935998451330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Yay family!! Well my summer started off great. These pictures prove it. I just love the zoo.  It's where I belong haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby elephant was ADORABLE&gt; and I was surprised the cheetah was out. Overall it was just a fun day at the zoo. Another exciting thing was my first Bee's game. It was a lot of fun. Three home runs and two bats shattered. I also took some pictures with the bee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was last weekend. Lately I have just been enjoying my summer days.  It's finally getting really warm down here!!! Yesterday my friends and I went on a bike ride clear to Loa and got some ice cream. I guess since i can't find a dang job I'll make the most of it. Perhaps it's just a blessing in disguise yeah? Personally....I don't mind it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's your update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYyAe0NsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6eJhpnhJUtE/s1600/DSC_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYyAe0NsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6eJhpnhJUtE/s640/DSC_0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478374719121274562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYKbviSfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wse5LSQsmk4/s1600/DSC_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYKbviSfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wse5LSQsmk4/s320/DSC_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478374039244392946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYCZqh3bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gj_kcrarNQI/s1600/DSC_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYCZqh3bI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gj_kcrarNQI/s320/DSC_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478373901247569330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAXW359gsZI/AAAAAAAAADM/ahb6HFlTgvw/s1600/BEEEEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAXW359gsZI/AAAAAAAAADM/ahb6HFlTgvw/s320/BEEEEE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478020777706041746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAXWjDwXqhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mYxKC7tflXo/s1600/31728_1478067919650_1472318391_1208693_6930154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAXWjDwXqhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mYxKC7tflXo/s320/31728_1478067919650_1472318391_1208693_6930154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478020419558025746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYnRXY57I/AAAAAAAAAEc/eW4G86LC9w0/s1600/DSC_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcYnRXY57I/AAAAAAAAAEc/eW4G86LC9w0/s640/DSC_0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478374534674966450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAXWpwq5snI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ut0eVzGK7ls/s1600/zooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAXWpwq5snI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ut0eVzGK7ls/s320/zooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478020534693900914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-9015334068678841710?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9015334068678841710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/9015334068678841710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/9015334068678841710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-weekend.html' title='Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcY-oaXToI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pryGjGNgZhE/s72-c/DSC_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-1014055896401330556</id><published>2010-06-02T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T10:26:40.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Track 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcWfFlIIlI/AAAAAAAAADs/y2XqMlEGLsg/s1600/STrack10II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcWfFlIIlI/AAAAAAAAADs/y2XqMlEGLsg/s640/STrack10II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478372195049153106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry it took forever to get here!! Sorry I'm the lamest blogger ever!! But here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So state track was lotsa fun. Not as fun as state cross country though!!  Eh....so I improved my time. Thus I feel accomplished with my runs. I shaved off 1 whole minute in my two mile race. THAT'S WAY EXCITING. Events like this just make me want to do better.  I love the picture of me just standing there...waiting....you can only imagine the butterflies....&lt;br /&gt;HAHA check out the one of me coming around that corner...looks like I'm snorting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so here you go...just in case your interested...sakes I love running. For a lot of reasons too. I know what your probably thinking...a majority of people dislike running, but here are some reasons why it tickles my fancies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;runner's high&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you feel accomplished&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you feel healthy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you know you've made it through something hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's a mind game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are no starting 5 or 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winning isn't always victory and losing isn't always defeat. It's a challenge that makes me stronger...and happier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcW5mdQlWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4t6O2RMKJSo/s1600/STrack10III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcW5mdQlWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4t6O2RMKJSo/s640/STrack10III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478372650551121250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcWlx7O_fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X7rtO4s0grg/s1600/STrack10V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcWlx7O_fI/AAAAAAAAAD0/X7rtO4s0grg/s640/STrack10V.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478372310032252402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-1014055896401330556?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1014055896401330556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/state-track-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/1014055896401330556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/1014055896401330556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/06/state-track-2010.html' title='State Track 2010'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TAcWfFlIIlI/AAAAAAAAADs/y2XqMlEGLsg/s72-c/STrack10II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-5770855704494221273</id><published>2010-05-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:30:59.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/S-tlLyp-_RI/AAAAAAAAACk/ySyXtufB_tE/s1600/natur19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/S-tlLyp-_RI/AAAAAAAAACk/ySyXtufB_tE/s320/natur19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470577425622433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of my sister...I am posting. I told Makell I forgot I had attempted a blog...to tellyou the honest truth I have no idea what happened. SO Makell, since you know i despise phones, this is what has been happening lately. Last weekend was region track. It was lots of fun, and I did well. The 3200 (2 miles for those of you that do not speak track)  I took 3rd. I was fairly happy with that race. Then 4th in the1600 (1 mile) and 5th 800 (half a mile) and the 4 by 4 ( a relay where each of us have to run a lap) .  And tomorrow it is off to state I go!!! School is coming to an end!!! Only about 15 days left...but school is like a lollipop, it sucks until its gone. So once it is over, I probably won't rest. I have things I definately and desperately need to keep track of this summer. Heres the list:&lt;br /&gt;-I've gotta work and earn some money. I'm thinking life guarding and mowing lawns :P&lt;br /&gt;-EFY!!! whahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;-I have a photography scholarship and other scholarships I need to work on and do.&lt;br /&gt;-I also want to get ahead on scripture mastery when I can.&lt;br /&gt;-Personal Progress is absoulutely high up on the list this summer.&lt;br /&gt;-I just gotta keep up on my journal (and my blog ;) )&lt;br /&gt;-I've got some service projects and 4-H things to do.&lt;br /&gt;-BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;-Lake powell trips with the family of coarse! (I've gotta get a break SOMETIME)&lt;br /&gt;-GARDENING! oh how I lOVE gardening&lt;br /&gt;-I also have to take that lame online drivers education :P&lt;br /&gt;-The summer reading program with the library :)&lt;br /&gt;-And this year I was elected president of our class this year...again :P. So I best be earning a ton of money this summer...ugh...&lt;br /&gt;- Guitar practice.&lt;br /&gt;- ART and PAINTING and PHOTOGRAPHY will be fun and nessacary&lt;br /&gt;-Gotta write Write WRITE...poems and everything&lt;br /&gt;-I also have a running program to keep up with..&lt;br /&gt;-I very much need to get my tonsils out before I choke on them..(sorry was that a little gross?)&lt;br /&gt;-Volleyball camps too..&lt;br /&gt;-Oh and of coarse girl's camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy....I love you all, and let you know just how I am holding up on these projects of mine. Too da loo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-5770855704494221273?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5770855704494221273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/neh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/5770855704494221273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/5770855704494221273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2010/05/neh.html' title='Neh...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/S-tlLyp-_RI/AAAAAAAAACk/ySyXtufB_tE/s72-c/natur19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-1147488388455956959</id><published>2009-08-17T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:26:15.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bid thee farewell dear summer</title><content type='html'>Well...there's a lot of things i haven't written that happened to me this summer that i so lazily forgot to blog about. Its been a really fun summer. I have been busy every day. Went to Lake Powell, volleyball camp, girls camp...aw...i am going to miss it. I am going to miss the sweet scent of cut lawn the sun-hot sidewalk always ready for me to lay my soaked body on. I am going to miss this crazy summer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bucket list&lt;/span&gt; my friends and I came up with. And poop-deck my flowers are going to die! so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; no help either. So to cut it short...i am going to miss summer. So out of all the great things i forgot to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mention&lt;/span&gt; that happened to me this summer, i will not forget to bide my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt; to it. Well...here goes...Hello High School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-1147488388455956959?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1147488388455956959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-bide-thee-farewell-dear-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/1147488388455956959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/1147488388455956959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-bide-thee-farewell-dear-summer.html' title='I bid thee farewell dear summer'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-2428145647305207096</id><published>2009-06-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:42:07.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMe9l5w_uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Od3t91QJMCI/s1600-h/lagoon_wicked_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMe9l5w_uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Od3t91QJMCI/s320/lagoon_wicked_2213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346651226114162402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!! I went to Lagoon! And let me tell ya...the fun really does start there! I went with my four bestest buddies and we had just the time of are lives and blew are money up.  I believe I will need to work more and save like a mad women or poor Mr. Piggy will suffer from lack of innards.  SO there is my update on what i have been doing latley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-2428145647305207096?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2428145647305207096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-i-went-to-lagoon-and-let-me-tell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/2428145647305207096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/2428145647305207096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-i-went-to-lagoon-and-let-me-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMe9l5w_uI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Od3t91QJMCI/s72-c/lagoon_wicked_2213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-9188810891329804419</id><published>2009-06-12T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:34:20.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to my best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDaKvxVVI/AAAAAAAAACI/6DLBSdF7L-g/s1600-h/friends+are+just+a+mirror+of+yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDaKvxVVI/AAAAAAAAACI/6DLBSdF7L-g/s320/friends+are+just+a+mirror+of+yourself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346620930715112786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMBwb9s7aI/AAAAAAAAABo/5W_ucNj5wS0/s1600-h/friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMBwb9s7aI/AAAAAAAAABo/5W_ucNj5wS0/s320/friends.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346619114270813602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDTtbsR6I/AAAAAAAAACA/SmWYGeQrK60/s1600-h/i+hate+this+pis+of+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDTtbsR6I/AAAAAAAAACA/SmWYGeQrK60/s320/i+hate+this+pis+of+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346620819767052194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see these people? Well do you!! What you see in front of you just happens to be one of the greatest friendships you could ever see. At least that's the way we feel.  Yes that's right, we are best friends, all five of us,  growing up with each other in the very same frightening world together. Taking on the challenges that face us. Without my friends i don't no what i would be...probably normal. Ha, but not only that, i would sure as anything would be missing out on one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me...these four people. I love you buddies. We will always be friends to the end of the world...but more importantly, sisters for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all of us, jessica isn't in most of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDKkQ5RdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y42ze-EcqJ4/s1600-h/coolio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDKkQ5RdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/y42ze-EcqJ4/s320/coolio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346620662687024594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMBlnstSUI/AAAAAAAAABg/mIpdc3L28Kk/s1600-h/DSC_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMBlnstSUI/AAAAAAAAABg/mIpdc3L28Kk/s320/DSC_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346618928442198338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;photo by www.faundimages.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-9188810891329804419?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9188810891329804419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-my-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/9188810891329804419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/9188810891329804419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-my-best-friends.html' title='A tribute to my best friends'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/SjMDaKvxVVI/AAAAAAAAACI/6DLBSdF7L-g/s72-c/friends+are+just+a+mirror+of+yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-9159285932204429625</id><published>2009-05-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:22:54.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/Sh3sY1elD5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jm1oWW9qoPI/s1600-h/WICKED%21%21%21%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340684644547628946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/Sh3sY1elD5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jm1oWW9qoPI/s320/WICKED%21%21%21%21%21%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you see...i am obsessed with the musical &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;. I mean it is engraved in my head! it all started when my older sister Makell went to see it and she got the soundtrack. Then she put the songs on my ipod. So then I started listening to the songs. Eventually i knew word for word! Then i started singing them everywhere, in the shower, in the car, IN SCHOOL! It was absolute madness. I know the whole story now and let me just say this; if i dont get to see Wicked before my life is through then I just might have a spontaneous combustion. Therefore &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt; is my favorite =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-9159285932204429625?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9159285932204429625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-confession-to-make.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/9159285932204429625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/9159285932204429625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='I have a confession to make...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/Sh3sY1elD5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jm1oWW9qoPI/s72-c/WICKED%21%21%21%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784674338760685512.post-3597526879687530860</id><published>2009-05-27T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:31:21.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/Sh3pWieuptI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8BU6Db-xJ0/s1600-h/DSC_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/Sh3pWieuptI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8BU6Db-xJ0/s320/DSC_1731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340681306553362130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my fellow bloggers. As you can see, I have finally decided to create a blog, what it will do for me is what i am still trying to figure out.  The reason  that i have decided to start a blog is because i love to look at other peoples blogs! They are so much fun. Though i could never live up to the other fantastic blogs that i read, i will do my best. So if it pleases you to read my random thoughts and ideas, well then have at it. Good luck to you and me both friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8784674338760685512-3597526879687530860?l=theonlylauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3597526879687530860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3597526879687530860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8784674338760685512/posts/default/3597526879687530860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonlylauren.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason.html' title='The reason...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09489087027291779213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/TR1ynkc5RMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RN3Kli7epZ4/S220/SANY0351.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADBKaDuZgSE/Sh3pWieuptI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d8BU6Db-xJ0/s72-c/DSC_1731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
