<?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-7834358443474219872</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:45:22.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Kaye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-2359714793578282307</id><published>2010-02-23T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:33:45.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>I've been reading the Work and the Glory series and have come to the fourth volume. It's been kindof hard on me because this book is about Haun's Mill masacre and the persecution in Missouri. They went through so much and I complain when things aren't going my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a part in the book when a character is discouraged. She then grabs her Book of Mormon and reads this passage in the book of Alma, "I would that ye should be humble, and submissive...always returning thanks unto God for whatsoever things ye do receive." Then she starts to name off things she is grateful for...some, to me, didn't seem like things you should be grateful for, but it made her happier so I think it's a good idea. I'm grateful for so many things....this could take a while. :) In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles. Orange juice. Cookie dough. Milk. Wendy's. Hot chocolate. Texas Roadhouse. Snow. SUMMER. Boating. Holidays. Sports. Sleeping in. Twix. Reese's. Actually every candy bar. :)Facebook. Flowers. The smell of freshly mowed grass. Dinkus and how she knocks over every glass in our house. Sweet Tazz. EDUCATION! My dental hygiene class and how awesome they were. My job and the kids that teach me patience. Getting the opportunity to work with special needs patients (they have a special place in my heart). FRIENDS (inside jokes, laughing til we die, acting dumb and they still accept me, someone to talk to when I'm sad. ect.) My Dad and his hard work and goofy side. My sweet mom. Dave's hilarious jokes and laugh. Kenzie for loving my brother and Isaac and her sweet self. Isaac just for making me smile always (I miss him) Elliot for being and example and his witty sense of humor. Traci for being the first person I can actually say is like a sister to me. Nate for going on a mission and being one of my best friends. Will for always smiling.  My extended family. Trials. Broken hearts. Provo (even though I hated it I love the friends I made). Prayer. Music. The piano. My talents. Rock n' Roll. Hymns. Running (that my body is actually healthy enough to work out) The Office. House. That 70s Show. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Jack in the box milkshakes. The internet. Fireplaces. Pillows. SLEEPING. Hair elastics. Rain. My car breakin' down a lot. Things not working out. Things working out. :) The scriptures. TV. The Olympics. Mistakes to learn from later. Unexpected messages from friends. iPods. Ice cream. Books. General CONFERENCE and our leaders! Being poor and not being able to find another job. Harry Potter. Contacts. Thunderstorms. THE GOSPEL!...I could go on forever, but I already feel better. :) The good things definately outweigh the bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-2359714793578282307?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2359714793578282307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/2359714793578282307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/2359714793578282307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-4940742464670881184</id><published>2009-11-22T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:52:15.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' Angel...&amp; Sarcastic fun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I came into work on Friday the first thing my dentist said to me was, "Our last patient of the day is going to be fun." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just smiled at him and said, "Sarcastic fun?" I was right. Sarcastic fun it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The end of the day came and I went out to the waiting room to get our "fun" patient. She was an angel....I didn't understand the dentist's comment earlier. She grabbed my hand right away and we headed back to the quiet room. She seemed fine until I started her on nitrous and then it was all over. She was not happy...after much encouraging we decided to get the papoose board to tie her down with. Man, this little 4 year old had lungs..she was screaming and told the dentist she hated him about a million times....along with other name calling. It was a good thing I had a mask on because I was smirking behind it the whole time. Just looking at this blue eyed, blonde haired girl I thought was so sweet, reminded me of one of my favorite childhood stories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was four years old, my mom and I were at the our friends the Shumways house visiting. They had this little Scottie dog and I was outside playing with it. I decided I wanted to play with it's nametag on it's collar. It didn't like it, and bit me on the lip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't remember much from the doctor's office that day, but my mom sure does. She tried to get me to tell her what happened. I'll admit I'm stubborn and decided I didn't want to tell her what happened. The doctor looked at me, then my mom. I was tiny for my age so he replied, "She doesn't have the verbal skills to tell you." My mom reassured him I did, but he didn't believe her. When the doctor tried to look at my lip I was freaking out, so they tied ME to a papoose board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then things got ugly... I started hurling profane language and SPITTING at the doctor. "You, you....(insert curse word or bad name)." I apparently used any bad word I could think of. When the doctor was done fixing me up he looked at my mom and said, "I stand corrected, she DEFINATELY has the verbal skills." I have a little scar on my upper lip from the bite...Ironically, it was my lips that keep the scar to help me remember this story. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407200067712181714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/Swo70CFz5dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1nBVgLJP4i0/s400/1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me...Oh so innocent. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-4940742464670881184?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4940742464670881184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/lil-angel-sarcastic-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/4940742464670881184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/4940742464670881184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/11/lil-angel-sarcastic-fun.html' title='Lil&apos; Angel...&amp; Sarcastic fun....'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/Swo70CFz5dI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1nBVgLJP4i0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-266837254551371621</id><published>2009-08-25T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:33:53.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Marathon!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSD9Fh9jxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KBiXzVC99DQ/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374065340839726866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSD9Fh9jxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KBiXzVC99DQ/s400/DSC02362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Uh. A marathon is 26.2 miles...and that marathon is in a month." It was 2 summers ago when I made a goal to run a marathon. Me and Rochelle Bohman sat in front of her laptop in our room at Nauvoo House looking up marathons. We'd had ONE really good night at the BYU-I gym, which led to over confidence that we could run a marathon. After noticing that the Mesa Falls marathon was only a month away we decided we'd try a half..which by the next morning had disolved into, "Haha we're ridiculous. What were we thinking?" Since then, completing a marathon was put on my bucket list, so to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I moved to Provo I started running. A lot. It was kindof a stress reliever. Which I had a pile of. :) I'd run up to the temple quite a bit and loved running by the Provo river because it was shady there. I decided last summer I was going to complete a marathon, but school went through the end of July and training is pretty dang time consuming so that was out of the picture. So about mid-June of this year I decided this was the summer. I probably started training a lil bit late, but the night I decided to do it I didn't look back. I went and bought new shoes because my current ones had holes in them and started running my heart out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday August 22 @ 4 AM it began. I set out to run the Mesa Falls Marathon. I slept @ Elliot and Traci's the night before and Elliot offered to take me to Ashton Elementary where the buses were waiting to take us to the starting line. It was nice of him to offer, he told me he didn't want me to get lost and miss my race. It wasn't that hard to find, but I'm possibly the worst person @ directions. No matter how easy they are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat towards the back of one of the 5 travel buses watching the lightning and eating my breakfast of champions (a energy bar and gatorade). Thank goodness by the time I got off the bus, the storm had vanished and the sun was starting to come up. I decided to start at the end of the pack and let all the hard core marathoners lead. It was more entertaining this way. So many funny people to observe. There were 250 of us...Short. (ME). Tall. Young. Old. People wearing garbage bags. Couples wearing matching t-shirts (tender). Cowboy hats. Lots of American apparell. Bandanas. And one old man had on basketball pj's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 9 miles were pretty flat. We ran on a gravel road through an open forest range while the sun came up. We had to walk across about 3-4 cattle guards. This made me laugh. Only a marathon in Idaho would you have to do this. The first part was my favorite. I like running in the morning and the Tetons came into view and were beautiful. I wish I had brought a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mile 3&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; MY iPod DIED!!! I always need music when I run. That is what makes it enjoyable to me. First thought in my head. This is gayer than Elton John............but if I had the option I would listen to him over nothing. (Well there were some cows mooing in the distance.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I was running at the same pace as this lady. I liked to call her "Hacker Women" in my head. She kept hocking up loogies about every 10 seconds. I had to kick it up a notch because it was driving me crazy and I had no music to distract me.....BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I heard Taylor Swift Love Story playing...so I sped up. Jackpot! Music! Some lady had a radio on her hip and no headphones. Little did I know she had Love Story on repeat. It got old on the third time being played so I had to pass her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After mile 9 we turned onto an asphalt road. Mile 11-13 the altitude drops and the half marathoners started somewhere along here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Lower falls could be seen. Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 13ish through 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really liked. There was a thin path that about only 2 people could run on. It was through some trees and the view was really pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 17-19.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the hill from hell. I walked up most of it because I'd been told by other people who had done this marathon that it was easier that way. I didn't want to win the thing, just finish, so I took their advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: MY FAMILY WAS THERE! My parents, Elliot and my Aunt Patricia came to cheer me on. I was happy to see them. They probably didn't think so because the first words out of my mouth were, "Do any of you have an iPod?!" I talked to them for a minute and continued on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a pic they took. I will never be a world class runner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm white and have the shortest legs ever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374060569131463586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpR_nViDs6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pfG_ecXOL8Y/s320/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I hit a wall and wanted to die. My legs were burning by then and I didn't know if I could make it. There was an ambulance that kept driving by and I wanted to hop in and call it quits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 23-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Longest miles of my life. My legs were cramping up to the point that even walking was painful. (next time I'm going to take potassium with me..that's supposed to help) It was very hot...and I didn't really like the "agriculture section" of the race. From mile 20-26 potato and wheat fields were all that I could see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mile 26: DONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me runnin' to the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This pictures funny cause I'm smiling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that was freaking difficult...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I wasn't happy at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374063207031283378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCA4eYnrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lo4PCGtmC4Y/s320/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rachel...my sister-in-laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister in-law. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374064081299292386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s320/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSDjlcDZwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7ed0vVCJ2dU/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374064902728279810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSDjlcDZwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7ed0vVCJ2dU/s320/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSCzxYHwOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uwStzWS9h0E/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Mesa+Falls+Marathon+Aug+09+-+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful I finally did it! I learned a lot about myself and training gave me something to do while I was jobless that made me feel like I was being productive and accomplishing something. I learned that I am very stubborn. Ha! When I told some people I was running one they laughed and said I couldn't. It also didn't help that all the people I know that run marathons and have ran this one, called it, "the beast" and said I shouldn't start with it. I should have listened to them, but it made me want finish that one more because I felt people had doubt in me. I'm going to run another one next year...and I'm excited! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-266837254551371621?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/266837254551371621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-1st-marathon.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/266837254551371621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/266837254551371621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-1st-marathon.html' title='My 1st Marathon!!!!!'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SpSD9Fh9jxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KBiXzVC99DQ/s72-c/DSC02362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-4255037326905847789</id><published>2009-08-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:59:08.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a terrible blogger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO fellow bloggers!!!! Yes...it has been four months since I updated this. I decided I'm very bad at this. It's not that nothing has happened since my last post. Quite the opposite acutally. A lot of really important events have passed by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO. I've decided to quickly re-cap the last few months of the craziness that is my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;April 27th:&lt;/span&gt; GRADUATION from Dental Hygiene school!!! 5 years later...I'm done with college! I loved school! Not many people can say that, but's important none the less and one of those goals I've always had.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ5xtyuPbI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aSwRG1cLiW8/s1600-h/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls I went to school with are AMAZING! I love each and every one of them and miss seeing their beautiful faces every day. Here's just a few pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me n' Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365624560616210418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnaHHA2j__I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XgUsbnm0sPE/s200/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-+054.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cami, Megan, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365611863536175650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ7j8iyCiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/r-J4DnuVu9Q/s200/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-+053.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Aunt...fellow Dental Hygienist. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365611858991713026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ7jrnTCwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fud3LyKpDBE/s200/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-+009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365611843127603266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ7iwg_8EI/AAAAAAAAAIs/84ZQ4nn9Wc4/s200/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-+046.jpg" /&gt;Shantay! We went to school together since 4th grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365611848923628578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ7jGG4RCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qjj--RfAfsk/s200/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;April 29th:&lt;/span&gt; Anesthesia Board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 1st:&lt;/span&gt; Clinical Board........Proud to say I passed them both and now have my license!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;May 2nd:&lt;/span&gt; Started workin' my seasonal job @ Town &amp;amp; Country Gardens (Bringing beautiful things to life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Memorial Day Weekend:&lt;/span&gt; Was pure craziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute new family!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365614476375893986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ98CIUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/H1Twd-NIt50/s320/4269_578922624194_193300238_33556966_4357806_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I actually got to meet my future sister in law over Memorial Day and she is so cute. We went to the cabin as a family the entire weekend and it was a splendid time. They are actually getting married this TUESDAY August 4, 2009. I'm very excited! Isacc loves her and asks her when they've talked on the phone "I'm excited for you to be my mommy are you excited to be my mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I turned 23! Actually ON Memorial Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nate Graduated from High School....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that was me 5 years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365616341670989746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnZ_om5Uj7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/w1Kwap65BHY/s400/Nate%27s+High+Schoo+Graduation+09+-+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;July 2nd:&lt;/span&gt; We took Nate down to the MTC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....AND I found out I'm going to have a new niece. Elliot and Traci are expecting at the end of November and it's going to be so much fun to have a GIRL! (I probably won't know how to deal with her, because I'm so used to boys, but it'll be good for me. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;July 23rd:&lt;/span&gt; Nate called us when he was at the airport leaving for the Domincan Republic MTC. He is doing SO well. It's amazing the change I could sense in him from even 3 weeks in the MTC. I'm so grateful that I have been able to watch brothers go on missions and the blessings they bring. As Nate mentioned in his first letter to me, "Kings will be and should be jealous of what we have." The gospel is true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's already told Will to read the Book of Mormon about 5 times. I think if he hasn't done it by the time Nate gets home, Nate is going to pound him into submission. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;July 23rd-26th:&lt;/span&gt; BEAR LAKE!!! I got to go to Bear Lake for the weekend. I love it! Boating. Jet skiing. Milkshakes. Fun people. Card Games. Yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this past week I worked my 1st full week as a dental hygienist! :) I temped 5 days in 3 different offices. I loved it and am glad I chose this as my career. It was good to get my feet wet, but oh boy I have a lot to learn. I'm gonna have to fake it til' I make it. Hopefully my own job is somewhere in the near future... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-4255037326905847789?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4255037326905847789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-fellow-bloggers-yes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/4255037326905847789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/4255037326905847789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-fellow-bloggers-yes.html' title='I&apos;m a terrible blogger...'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SnaHHA2j__I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XgUsbnm0sPE/s72-c/Dental+Hygeine+Graduation+09+-+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-8320439586782172325</id><published>2009-04-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:46:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!!! :)</title><content type='html'>The title says it all...and it means SO much to me. I found an envelope hiding on my table this afternoon that had apparently been sitting there ALL night. It said Joint Commission On Dental Examinations...my hands were shaking when I opened it because I've been waiting for this for 3 weeks.  I read it really fast and have felt at least one burden lifted from me today. I've finished jumping through the first hoop to becoming a dental hygienist... only three more. I'm extremely happy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-8320439586782172325?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8320439586782172325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-passed-d.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/8320439586782172325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/8320439586782172325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-passed-d.html' title='I PASSED!!! :)'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-5489803734201678349</id><published>2009-03-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:50:45.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StReSsEd!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SchYVoB35_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PgsV_fk8K_A/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SchYVoB35_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PgsV_fk8K_A/s400/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316596488656644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday is my National written board and I don't think I've ever been so stressed in my life!!!! I feel like all my years of college have led up to this test and I'm not prepared....and I've been studying like CrAzY. THERE'S SO much to KNOW!!! While I'm studying I read about diseases and symptoms induced by stress and I think, "Oh I'm gonna get that. AWESOME!"  Or while I'm studying pharmacology and I read about anti-anxiety medications I wonder..."Oooh that sounds simply splendid, where can I get some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that Friday night cannot come soon enough and then I can take a breather for well, a second....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-5489803734201678349?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5489803734201678349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressed.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/5489803734201678349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/5489803734201678349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressed.html' title='StReSsEd!!!!'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SchYVoB35_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PgsV_fk8K_A/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-4216622779683207283</id><published>2009-02-28T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:53:34.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAGGED...&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by AMY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***Rules***1. Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures.2. Go to the 6th Folder and then pick the 6th Picture.3. Post it on your bloggy and tell the story that goes with the picture.4. Tag 5 other glorious peoples to do the same thing and leave a comment on their bloggy tellin’ them ’bout it.&lt;br /&gt;I TAG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh...EVERYONE!! It was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SanpJUasfKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/worq2mqqpFU/s1600-h/Table+Rock+01+-2%2B13-+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SanpJUasfKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/worq2mqqpFU/s400/Table+Rock+01+-2%2B13-+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308029982141611170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was in 2000 or 2001. My dad was a little into hiking that year and wanted to hike table rock so we decided to join him. (I LOVE Will's binoculars and Pokemon shirt. Haha! And I don't know what the heck I'm doing with my arms.) I was in really good shape that year, but it was still really hard. By the end of the hike I heard Will crying (he was only 7) so I gave him a piggyback the last 1 or 2 miles of the hike.  It was fun and I want to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-4216622779683207283?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4216622779683207283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/4216622779683207283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/4216622779683207283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SanpJUasfKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/worq2mqqpFU/s72-c/Table+Rock+01+-2%2B13-+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-1590213564334777410</id><published>2009-02-15T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:26:21.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day of LoVe!</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should hate Valentines Day like every other single girl in the world, but for some reason I don't.  When I went into Smith's and Macy's yesterday something about all the balloons and flowers made me smile. I also loved seeing all the guys scrambling to get them at last minute for their girls. It was funny. I will say I DO hate one thing about Valentines. Cupid...I think the naked, winged little archer is pretty dang creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Valentine's is good day to remind me of the things I do love...and there are a lot, but in honor of February 14th...here are 14 things I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANDY&lt;/span&gt;...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTTER POPS&lt;/span&gt;...something about that fruity goodness melting in my mouth on a sweltering summer day just makes me smile. I have a lot of memories that involve these delectable tubes of ice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhkLeOt3KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3dIj3WdHeEY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhkLeOt3KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3dIj3WdHeEY/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303098709484887202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOATING&lt;/span&gt;...is my favorite! One of my goals this summer is to get better @ slalom skiing. The last time I went last summer I got up on a regular slalom ski instead of my "big, fat cheater ski" as I call it.  I was excited and want to work on cutting the wake well this summer instead of just coasting back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;...Who doesn't love holidays? Honestly.  Family. Fireworks. Easter eggs. Candy. Food. Laughing. Cupid...ha no. All sorts of goodness. I love the excuse just to be with the people I love. I'm pretty sure Thanksgiving is bad luck for me though...3 out of the past 4 years something unfortunate has happened. Haha...It'll redeem itself eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;!...Oh how memories make me smile. Smilings my favorite! =) I need to get better at taking more pictures. My camera has problems and always spazzes out so I get frustrated and don't take enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Uhhh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEETH&lt;/span&gt;...(nerdy I know) I LOVE smiles! I better because that's gonna be my career and why I spent 6 hours on Valentines day volunteering at "Give Kids a Smile Day."  I got a free t-shirt out of it too. That's always a plus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhpy2FwXbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IqHsf8n9vEc/s1600-h/injections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhpy2FwXbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IqHsf8n9vEc/s200/injections.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303104883462790578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite part of hygiene...injections!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPORTS&lt;/span&gt;...maybe it's because I grew up with all boys, but I love watching sports.  I'm a typical mormon and love my Cougars and Jazz. I also love March Madness and always cheer for Duke...sometimes I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhlLV2Iv4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jJWBMJNLj-k/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhlLV2Iv4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jJWBMJNLj-k/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303099806745935746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get chastized around here for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhlW8yxSbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QIblMs5pakY/s1600-h/3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhlW8yxSbI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QIblMs5pakY/s200/3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100006179359154" 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;7.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATURE&lt;/span&gt;...sunsets, rainbows, mountains, stars, clouds, trees, the ocean, thunderstorms (I like to run around in them...dangerous. Maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhlyCt6YAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z3BEawv6GGA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhlyCt6YAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z3BEawv6GGA/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303100471626063874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I took this one morning @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                      my house in Shelley...yeah I was awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) ~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTES&lt;/span&gt;...Church quotes: Help me have faith and to get through life and remind me why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~Inspirational quotes: Do just that, they inspire me..haha.&lt;br /&gt;~Movie quotes: I just love stupid movie quotes...sometimes movie quotes can express what I'm feeling better than I can. K-probably not, but I think they're funny.&lt;br /&gt;~Friends &amp;amp; family quotes: I just love the funny people in my life and the things they say. I've actually started a quote book because my family is so ridiculous and I want to remember the things they say that make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt;...I love laughing! I probably can find humor in almost anything. I always get in trouble with my family because one of my main requirements for the person I marry is that they make me laugh and some of them think it's ridiculous. I can't help if I want to have fun for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;...I kind of love music a lot! I love singing, playing the piano and I WILL learn how to play the guitar well.  I love all kinds....(my iPod is extremely random) but I grew up on rock so that will always be my favorite! Music is my medicine whatever mood I'm in.  Hymns always can calm me down and I'm grateful for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;...WOW! I have known a lot of amazing people in my life. You guys make life awesome! I love how I can be myself around my best friends and they still love me, even though I'm kinda crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;...I know that I was put into a certain family for a reason. My family is the best for me. They are my very best friends and I can always count on them. I have learned different lessons from each and every one of them. We aren't perfect and do fight sometimes over some pretty stupid things,  but we can laugh about it later and we will always love eachother. I have qualities of each family member and am who I am because of them. Yeah...I'm the luckiest girl in the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhm1A5_qqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jj2R7hijVRI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhm1A5_qqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jj2R7hijVRI/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303101622191106722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The GOSPEL&lt;/span&gt;...It's hard to describe how I feel about the church. I just know I love the feelings I get while I'm there. The peace and comfort I feel when I even just look at a temple. The scriptures and the way they make me feel better when I'm struggling or even if I'm having the best day in the world. How hymns and the words in them can make me cry because they make me happy. How I have a knowledge that I can always pray to someone who knows exactly what I need in life, loves me more than anyone, and is my best friend. The sense of direction the I recieve. I love the gospel more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhnP7HU5WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qZJ2VXF6HpY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhnP7HU5WI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qZJ2VXF6HpY/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303102084492879202" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhn-Fi_JII/AAAAAAAAAGU/9_UuYCMqh3I/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhn-Fi_JII/AAAAAAAAAGU/9_UuYCMqh3I/s320/temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303102877567231106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you say old picture...but I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-1590213564334777410?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1590213564334777410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-day-of-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/1590213564334777410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/1590213564334777410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-day-of-love.html' title='Happy day of LoVe!'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SZhkLeOt3KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3dIj3WdHeEY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-8475872956106761958</id><published>2009-01-18T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:48:30.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 days...and countin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So today marks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;99 days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of my college career and until I get my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Bachelor's Degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in Dental Hygiene!!!! Umm, YAY!!! I have SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; left to do before I graduate! It's crazy, but I'm really excited! Finally I can get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;real job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and all this hard work is going to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; pay off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. (o:  I still don't know where I'm going to move to for sure. As long as where I go has seasons and I can play outside I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;options&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; right now are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UtAh&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;staying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; right where I am.  I kind of feel like the job market is going to be a little flooded here though. And let's be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...Provo is not my favorite place.  If I stayed in Utah I'd probably move to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I think I'd have fun there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYscQC7-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HVs5oN61HOI/s1600-h/UtahMap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYscQC7-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HVs5oN61HOI/s200/UtahMap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292812245099802594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IdAhO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I've always loved my home state. Let's face it...it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!  I know a lot of people there. It's fun. I'm comfortable. And potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; times 3. (o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYsDf7paI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3THnZyZqqgQ/s1600-h/IdahoPotatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYsDf7paI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3THnZyZqqgQ/s200/IdahoPotatoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292812238455547298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I'd be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; there, but I kind of want a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; too...that's my 3rd option....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CoLoRaDo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; One of my friends is moving to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in the summer and I'm debating going too.  I've always thought I would like it there and have heard only good things about it.  It's a hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;though because I'm looking for a sturdy job now, not just one I can pick up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so I'd probably end up staying there for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; if I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYr6xPQSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rW3kGKusMwg/s1600-h/CO-ColoradoMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYr6xPQSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rW3kGKusMwg/s200/CO-ColoradoMap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292812236112216354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; about making this decision, but I still have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 1/2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;more months to decide, plus I might not even end up going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of these places. Every other month I have some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; crazy idea&lt;/span&gt; of a new state I want to live in...at one point I wanted to move to Arizona, Washington...and even  Alaska. (really random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7834358443474219872-8475872956106761958?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8475872956106761958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/99-daysand-countin.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/8475872956106761958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/8475872956106761958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/99-daysand-countin.html' title='99 days...and countin&apos;'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SXPYscQC7-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/HVs5oN61HOI/s72-c/UtahMap2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7834358443474219872.post-1240900725382908207</id><published>2009-01-11T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:47:27.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks of GlOriOus freedom!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So.....I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Christmas break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; has been over for a little bit, but I just had so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I have to post it. (o: It was a much needed break and came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; just the right time. School and everything else was starting to drive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  From the moment I got home I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cabin fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and needed to be doing something all the time so it was good a lot of kids around my age were around for break too. I had a lot of fun with a lot of different friends. I (well Amy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my hair, watched Will play basketball, played halo with a bunch of boys and got slaughtered, went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, played lots of games, and played in the Idaho snow! The best part was getting to spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of time with all of my family. We were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; home this year and had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; glorious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;amounts of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is always a good time. We get together with my dad's side of the family every year. We ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWprX_r6H8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TPSCWJgz0hQ/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWprX_r6H8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TPSCWJgz0hQ/s200/nativity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290158772276830146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ve done the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; nati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; since we were little kids and for some reason the adults just can't let it go, so this year all the older kids decided were going to participate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Me and Traci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWpsWUiuJ4I/AAAAAAAAACY/qPabilidgiE/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWpsWUiuJ4I/AAAAAAAAACY/qPabilidgiE/s200/star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290159843027330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;decided being the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; was probably going to be the most fun. Haha!...Nathan was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of the show, literally. He was definitely the highlight of my night in his bright yellow sweatshirt. Isaac was cute as always...he was Joseph, but he kept telling me he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Joseph "Smif."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We spent a lot of time playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this Christmas.  There were many emotional, competitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nights in the Huntsman household. I've always considered myself pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;petitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, but can't even compare to the rest of the kids so I pretty much sit back and laugh. Settlers of Catan and 5 Crowns,(A.K.A Kings gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;) are definitely the family favorites...or else the only games we own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! I think that some of my favorite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"family quotes,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (and there are oodles of favorites) have been said while settling Catan. You can only play games for so long though....and when the roads are bad what else is there to do but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in the snow.  Will and I built a fort....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWqwEbgpD2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/MIuVX1AS648/s1600-h/wiiandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWqwEbgpD2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/MIuVX1AS648/s320/wiiandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290234302450700130" 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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....and Nate had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; plan one night that we should have a race through the snow in our bare feet.  It was fun. And funny. My pants were too long so I kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; on them, not to mention the huge snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;drifts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we decided to run through. We are "morons." You can't really see it too well cuz it was dark, but Elliot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;filmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; us and between him and Dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; this video is pretty funny...well to me.  Elliot always dreamed about becoming a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;commentator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (I don't think this is what he had in mind).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="292" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-108c73cc5a767d54" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D108c73cc5a767d54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331315566%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85C08325465C9D61966012452FD53E100246F6DB.7F518EEB600300CDE78B1E988E1A7CD6B4004AE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D108c73cc5a767d54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQZnu5Dj3CuJSz9reBrwcQGQDDs4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="353" height="292" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D108c73cc5a767d54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331315566%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85C08325465C9D61966012452FD53E100246F6DB.7F518EEB600300CDE78B1E988E1A7CD6B4004AE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D108c73cc5a767d54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQZnu5Dj3CuJSz9reBrwcQGQDDs4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...One night I was playing rock band and I heard some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; riotous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; laughter (when isn't there with Dave around?) coming from upstairs. We found Dave and Elliot having more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWq4EHPhcuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B7E54V-X8tE/s1600-h/wafflemaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWq4EHPhcuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B7E54V-X8tE/s200/wafflemaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290243093103211234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;th Isaac's dart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; then he will ever have. They had my dad's new waffle maker on it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and were having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;shootout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.Soon we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; joined in...I think this is going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a tradition. (o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to spend time with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; all break and that is always a plus. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWq46sTAG1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ZYJdX3QGNs/s1600-h/n193304113_33024312_6499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWq46sTAG1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ZYJdX3QGNs/s200/n193304113_33024312_6499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290244030762851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'s adorable...obviously. He's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and always makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  We figured out not too long ago that his mom is moving to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in March and so we won't get to see him as much. That makes me really sad, but it will be okay. Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is. (o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I got to spend so much time with my family. They make me laugh so hard! This is probably the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; we'll have together for 3 more years.  Nate's leaving on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt; probably around May (yay for him), and Elliot and Traci will be with Traci's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Nate's first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;back. I just love holidays!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWq2r9Q6l6I/AAAAAAAAADw/N3ZDwHtTWBA/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWq2r9Q6l6I/AAAAAAAAADw/N3ZDwHtTWBA/s400/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290241578596210594" 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/7834358443474219872-1240900725382908207?l=lalakaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=108c73cc5a767d54&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1240900725382908207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-weeks-of-glorious-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/1240900725382908207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7834358443474219872/posts/default/1240900725382908207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalakaye.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-weeks-of-glorious-freedom.html' title='3 Weeks of GlOriOus freedom!!!...'/><author><name>~Laura~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02360731939608019015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hx5RwRX8AHg/SWprX_r6H8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TPSCWJgz0hQ/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
