<?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-2173641348264439144</id><updated>2011-09-14T08:13:14.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the City</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-1068316675052607547</id><published>2011-04-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:12:39.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_E1ZtmEqsc/TZz7Wgy4MII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y-mL-j6TPoo/s1600/engagement%2Bring.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_E1ZtmEqsc/TZz7Wgy4MII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y-mL-j6TPoo/s320/engagement%2Bring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592621201466339458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally have something to post. I'm engaged! Jori and I are so excited. We are being sealed in the Oakland Temple July 1st. Yes, it's soon, but we've planned on getting married  for a while. Plus, we had the date of the wedding before I got my ring. We were waiting to make it official once I had it. I absolutely love it! Definitely worth waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-1068316675052607547?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1068316675052607547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=1068316675052607547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/1068316675052607547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/1068316675052607547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2011/04/guess-what.html' title='Guess what!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_E1ZtmEqsc/TZz7Wgy4MII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Y-mL-j6TPoo/s72-c/engagement%2Bring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-828628823032904981</id><published>2010-11-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:53:43.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had an interesting week. First, on Saturday at work, I was cleaning a room and picked up a towel which happened to be covered in perfumed Talcum Powder. Not knowing this, I snapped it open and all the powder went all over the floor, me and into my lungs. Ten minutes later I couldn't even talk. After drinking a bunch of water, I told my boss what happened, finished work that day and went home. Next day, I go to church and after we sing the second hymn, I can't breathe. I tried to catch my breath but after the next hymn (which I had to play) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; couldn't breathe so Mom took me home and kept a close eye on me. I stayed downstairs where it was cold which helped the breathing. The Talcum Powder just tore up my throat and sinuses. THEN, Monday I didn't go to school because I knew I'd be completely out of breath after 20 steps or so. I went to the doctor, he said it wasn't so severe that I'd have to be hospitalized and was getting enough oxygen. Good news right? Well, the doc was feeling my throat when he says that my thyroid feels enlarged. The thyroid is pretty darn important so I go to the hospital to get a blood test and an ultrasound of my neck. Tuesday, I'm told by Mom that the Doctor called and said I had a BB size CYST on my thyroid. LUCKY ME! I guess the whole Talcum Powder thing was a blessing in disguise. The doctor said the cyst is nothing to worry about, but will be keeping an eye on it, just in case. I've realized, I'm only twenty, but I have the most health problems in my immediate family. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-828628823032904981?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/828628823032904981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=828628823032904981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/828628823032904981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/828628823032904981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-had-interesting-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3078917773610711986</id><published>2010-09-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:09:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I know I haven't updated in a while. I've had quite the month. First school started, then my cat died, then I got a new kitty, then I had a killer chem test which I thought I failed, THEN I found out I barely passed, THEN my sister started bugging me about not updating. So I am now updating and yes, I do have pictures of the new kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/TKP9Fn0fl5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8hmts-dKFOk/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522535841116690322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/TKP9Fn0fl5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8hmts-dKFOk/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522535836175649362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/TKP9FVadSlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Kes6oV8P77k/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522536746260388274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/TKP96TvkWbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gPh-qESczVw/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Her name is Whisper because her meow is so quiet. She purrs louder than she meows, it's kinda funny. I love her tabby stripes. She's part Siamese, but I don't know what the other is. I'm thinking Rag Doll. She's a real sweetie, and a total lap kitty. And, she enjoys watching the T.V., especially when we play games with colorful graphics.&lt;br /&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/2173641348264439144-3078917773610711986?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3078917773610711986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3078917773610711986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3078917773610711986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3078917773610711986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/09/yes-i-know-i-havent-updated-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/TKP9Fn0fl5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8hmts-dKFOk/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3629220583027368391</id><published>2010-06-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:43:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>I finally found a job! And I love it! I'm working at a local Hotel and store. On the first floor, they have what they call an Emporium and they sell the most gorgeous jewelry, soaps, clothes and other nick knacks. Oh, and I can't forget the truffles. They are soooo good. Yum. Anyway, the second floor is where the hotel rooms are. They are amazing! The theme for the rooms is basically Victorian. My favorite part of most of the rooms are the clawed tubs. Besides that, each and every room is unique and just beautiful. The whole place is just AWESOME! I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-3629220583027368391?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3629220583027368391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3629220583027368391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3629220583027368391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3629220583027368391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/06/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2048587028694197414</id><published>2010-05-27T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:08:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools out!</title><content type='html'>I am done with my finals! Yay! They were super easy too. The only thing I had a difficult time with was the ten page Anthropology Essay that was due at the beginning of this month. Ugh, it fried my brain. I only got nine pages done before I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to print it out. I got an A- on it though! It was very well written.&lt;br /&gt;There was a 5 page essay due for my Communications Final, which was sooooo much easier than the Anthropology one. For my Welding finals, I probably failed the lab final because my weld looked horrible. Of course I screwed it up on the day of the final, but never before when my grade wasn't relying on the first weld I did. Sigh. My teacher knows I can do better. The written final though was easy easy. And my art class had no final. Woot! Now it's time to find a summer job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2048587028694197414?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2048587028694197414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2048587028694197414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2048587028694197414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2048587028694197414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/05/schools-out.html' title='Schools out!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7976286300449850420</id><published>2010-05-10T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:53:34.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!</title><content type='html'>I finally finished the painting. I'm really happy how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S-ntt5noHHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WCSqxyKZrHM/s1600/Painting+again+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S-ntt5noHHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WCSqxyKZrHM/s320/Painting+again+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470164595235101810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S-hxJ6GNIxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QxJkKtgJVos/s1600/Painting+again+cropped.jpg"&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/2173641348264439144-7976286300449850420?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7976286300449850420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7976286300449850420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7976286300449850420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7976286300449850420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/05/finished.html' title='Finished!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S-ntt5noHHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WCSqxyKZrHM/s72-c/Painting+again+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2952177848907509454</id><published>2010-04-06T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:54:30.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>In my art class, our second painting we were to do had to be 1: bigger  than our first one (which was a bit bigger than a sheet of computer  paper), and 2: it had to represent ourselves or something we were fond  of. (my teacher hates the "cute" pictures, like kitties and puppies and  stuff. She doesn't feel they represent people very well) Anyway, my  dad's birthday was coming up so I wanted to paint him something. After  searching through hundreds of photos, I found one of me jumping the  waves at Trinidad. So, after a few weeks of painting and not getting  very far (I only go to school 2 days a week), I took it home the weekend of Spring Break and three days before my dad's  birthday. So I had to hide it from him until his birthday, then unveiled it with a bed sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S7vRe2RkvkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t7YPRoci3rE/s1600/painting+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S7vRe2RkvkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t7YPRoci3rE/s320/painting+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457185701384994370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 36 in X 20 in, and I did a bit more painting after I showed him of course, so it's not exactly how it is in the picture. The rock in the background was purple. Don't ask me how I made it purple, it just happened. I worked more on it today, so when it is all done and framed, I shall take another picture.  Dad loved the painting. I didn't know it when I chose the picture, but this was my Dad's favorite picture he took at the coast. When I first showed him, all he could say was "Wow". He said it about ten times. My classmates at school agree and are always saying how good it looks whenever they see it. They don't believe me when I say I haven't painted much before. Although their compliments are nice, I kind of wish they wouldn't mainly because I don't know what to say or come off as rude if I don't, so I just smile and say thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy how the painting is coming out, and Dad is so excited that I painted it for him. Now we just need to find a place in the house big enough to put it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2952177848907509454?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2952177848907509454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2952177848907509454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2952177848907509454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2952177848907509454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/S7vRe2RkvkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t7YPRoci3rE/s72-c/painting+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-127360919374742250</id><published>2010-02-09T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:45:26.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny</title><content type='html'>Here's a little something that I've been wanting to share. It proves that my family is paranoid. Last Sunday, my little sister was sick so she stayed home from church. Mom didn't feel comfortable leaving her there alone that day, so I volunteered to come back home after the first hour. (Mom teaches a Sunday school class so she couldn't) So, after the first meeting, I head home, unlock the door and find little sis still laying on the couch. I went over and asked her how she was feeling. Instead of replying, she pulled the blankets back and handed me a skillet. A large one. She had been hiding it under her blanket because Mom had an uneasy feeling. It was hilarious. I'm just glad she didn't mistake me for an intruder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-127360919374742250?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/127360919374742250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=127360919374742250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/127360919374742250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/127360919374742250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-funny.html' title='Something Funny'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-5198814117110563578</id><published>2010-01-28T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:51:51.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welding</title><content type='html'>Well, I got out of my Welding class about an hour ago. It was the first day we actually did some welding. The type of welding we're doing is called Oxy Acetylene Welding. It's a mouthful. When my teacher was giving us the instructions, I couldn't hear anything! So I was terrified when we had to start welding because I didn't know how to turn on everything. So I asked someone who oh so kindly helped me out. Now I think I'll be able to do it myself. I had a lot of fun though. I was terrible, but what else can you expect from a beginner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://techshop.ws/images/sbu_oxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 263px;" src="http://techshop.ws/images/sbu_oxy.jpg" alt="" 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/2173641348264439144-5198814117110563578?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5198814117110563578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=5198814117110563578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5198814117110563578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5198814117110563578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/welding.html' title='Welding'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2149828861904820465</id><published>2010-01-21T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:49:55.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>I admit it, I suck at updating. My life is pretty boring and the parts that are exciting I can't talk about online or at all, so you're gonna have to put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any new year resolutions because I never stick to them. But along with the new year is the new school year. Which is where I'm at right now. I got out of my painting class early today because it was just a syllabus lecture. I'm excited for the class, but it's going to cost a  lot to get all the supplies. Along with my Welding class, I'm going to be broke.&lt;br /&gt;I have a job. Had it since November and I love it! I work at the local Funeral Home. Yes, I'm weird and no, bodies don't freak me out. I'm the weird one in the family.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this year will bring lots of joy and success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2149828861904820465?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2149828861904820465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2149828861904820465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2149828861904820465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2149828861904820465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-226118139774844460</id><published>2009-12-01T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:26:21.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>Today I made a painting for my Grandma who is in the hospital right now. Since she missed home so much, I decided to paint what she'd usually see looking out the kitchen window. Here is a picture of the final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SxX5VG9_45I/AAAAAAAAAIo/BkCHDqQ2DB0/s1600-h/art2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SxX5VG9_45I/AAAAAAAAAIo/BkCHDqQ2DB0/s320/art2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410504668398740370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's definitely not the best painting in the world, but I'm sure it'll make her happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-226118139774844460?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/226118139774844460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=226118139774844460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/226118139774844460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/226118139774844460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SxX5VG9_45I/AAAAAAAAAIo/BkCHDqQ2DB0/s72-c/art2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3552404274462302935</id><published>2009-11-30T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:49:10.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A couple months ago I was looking through my box of writing when I found a poem that I had written, but didn't finish, during my Senior year for my English class. Since I liked what was written, I decided to finish it and share it. We had to write an Ode so here is my Ode to Insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ode to Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My friend, which cannot be seen with the eye&lt;br /&gt;You give me comfort inside my warped mind&lt;br /&gt;Cackling maniacally when others are nigh&lt;br /&gt;Giving them chills and think you unkind&lt;br /&gt;Only I know you have a sincere heart&lt;br /&gt;To give comfort to those who are in need&lt;br /&gt;The ones who have indeed lost their head&lt;br /&gt;And with that you've done your deed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like mom and leave a horse and cart&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'd say you haven't done your part&lt;br /&gt;And besides, without you, I'd be better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a blanket of security wrapped up tight&lt;br /&gt;Around those loose headed forms&lt;br /&gt;Which keeps them awake at night&lt;br /&gt;In their enclosed padded dorms.&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, making a scene&lt;br /&gt;All the others think us as weird&lt;br /&gt;But this is as normal as I can be&lt;br /&gt;It is not something to be feared&lt;br /&gt;Since you are something that cannot be seen&lt;br /&gt;But still, I treat you like a Queen&lt;br /&gt;Because you, my friend, are my Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had a few lines into the second stanza when I turned it in. Since I worked so hard on it, I got full credit unlike some other students who wrote a bunch of nonsense, finished it, and received a C. I was very proud of myself. And yes, I know, it's weird, but that's why I like it.&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/2173641348264439144-3552404274462302935?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3552404274462302935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3552404274462302935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3552404274462302935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3552404274462302935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-random.html' title='Something Random'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-6161318469262242991</id><published>2009-11-03T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:34:54.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I lied. The pictures didn't come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;, but at least I'm getting them on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SvD1N-KZuFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qGEG1N-TBLE/s1600-h/driving+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SvD1N-KZuFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qGEG1N-TBLE/s320/driving+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400085573590956114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sharon was so proud that I finally got to fifty. I was very hesitant to go too fast. The highest I went was almost 60.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SvD1OAFGuGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/11-UPB7ytGs/s1600-h/speed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SvD1OAFGuGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/11-UPB7ytGs/s320/speed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400085574105610338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some good news. I took my driving test today and I passed with flying colors. I had no errors! I was so happy. All my worries were for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-6161318469262242991?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6161318469262242991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=6161318469262242991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6161318469262242991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6161318469262242991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SvD1N-KZuFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qGEG1N-TBLE/s72-c/driving+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7978195613472791601</id><published>2009-09-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:14:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I drove to my Grandparents house. It was a three hour drive, and I made it! I only scared the family once, going to fast around a corner on Scott Mountain. Apparently Jacquie was halfway out the window, screaming, Sharon was flattened against Jacquie, screaming and I think both parents were screaming.  I managed not to roll the car though, thank goodness and the rest of the trip was uneventful. Pictures of me driving coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-7978195613472791601?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7978195613472791601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7978195613472791601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7978195613472791601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7978195613472791601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-25707041904876441</id><published>2009-08-15T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:18:54.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a long time since I last put up a post. Well, about three weeks ago my wisdom teeth were taken out. It took about 3-4 days for my left side to feel better and a little over a week for my right side to heal. I'm just glad I can eat normally again.&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened to me a few days ago. I unscrewed the light bulbs in my room and placed them on the sewing table. In my sleep. I woke up and saw the light bulbs on the table and realized what I had done. I know I did it in my sleep because for some bizarre reason, in my dream I had removed light bulbs from a fixture. I find it hilarious, it's the first time I've sleepwalked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-25707041904876441?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/25707041904876441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=25707041904876441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/25707041904876441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/25707041904876441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-4264187346677034925</id><published>2009-06-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:20:53.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Way to Start My Summer</title><content type='html'>I had a Dentist appointment yesterday. While I was there, the hygienist working on my teeth noticed that I haven't had an x-ray on my teeth since 2007. So she gets the x-rays and keeps going back to this one that, to me, didn't look like anything was wrong with it. She then pointed out the very bottom corner of the x-ray to me and said that it looked like my wisdom tooth was growing in sideways. She wasn't sure, so she got the dentist and he looked at it. He needed a better view of it so I had to step into this huge machine and have this thing move around my head. I had to wait for the results and while waiting I was praying that everything was fine. She came out about 10 minutes later and showed me the x-ray. All four of my wisdom teeth are growing in sideways, and are down pretty deep, so I have to go to some other dentist and have him remove them.  Everyone has been telling me their "horror stories" about when they had theirs removed. I am so not looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-4264187346677034925?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4264187346677034925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=4264187346677034925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4264187346677034925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4264187346677034925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-way-to-start-my-summer.html' title='Great Way to Start My Summer'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2276394875744587377</id><published>2009-06-10T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:21:39.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out for Summer!</title><content type='html'>I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of my finals today. It was a nightmare, but I survived. I'm so glad that it's over with. My brain is fried right now, I can't think. Chemistry, Psychology and Spanish 2 finals will do that to you. Anyway, I just need to wait for my grades now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2276394875744587377?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2276394875744587377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2276394875744587377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2276394875744587377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2276394875744587377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for Summer!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-5720837326369363024</id><published>2009-06-09T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:11:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit</title><content type='html'>Jori came up to visit today. He rode the train from San Diego instead of driving because he can't handle the big city driving yet. I was so excited to see him! So was Fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Si8-lgonu3I/AAAAAAAAAII/9RYhVzzuQ4Q/s1600-h/Jori+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Si8-lgonu3I/AAAAAAAAAII/9RYhVzzuQ4Q/s320/Jori+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345560096848460658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept trying to steal Jori away from me. Thanks Kristie for distracting him. We went to the college to return my books, introduced him to "my Institute Parents", then rode the bus back home. I finally felt like I knew where I was going.&lt;br /&gt;We introduced Jori to Vander today also. He thought he was very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Si8_-nU2zWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HVKGZXvIyR8/s1600-h/Jori+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Si8_-nU2zWI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HVKGZXvIyR8/s320/Jori+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345561627652967778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took a while to get Jori to hold him, but I finally did it! Don't they look so cute together?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-5720837326369363024?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5720837326369363024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=5720837326369363024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5720837326369363024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5720837326369363024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/06/visit.html' title='Visit'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Si8-lgonu3I/AAAAAAAAAII/9RYhVzzuQ4Q/s72-c/Jori+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-5067451691499854950</id><published>2009-05-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:54:54.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in the last few weeks. I attended a "Rock Band Social" at the Institute for a mission farewell. The next day, I went to a dance in Glendale. I didn't know anyone there, but I had a great time. And yes, I did dance. Even though there were only 2 slow dances. I danced both of those too.&lt;br /&gt;Today, a good friend of mine, who goes to the Institute, is getting baptized so I'm going. I'm so excited for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-5067451691499854950?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5067451691499854950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=5067451691499854950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5067451691499854950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5067451691499854950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2147500607891650785</id><published>2009-05-10T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:54:22.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Since I'm not home to give my mom flowers for Mother's Day, I figured I'd show some of the flowers that have been blooming around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd17ZySfJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mxmf7zYa0Pk/s1600-h/flowers+005+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd17ZySfJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mxmf7zYa0Pk/s320/flowers+005+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361947038186642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that Lavender is mom's favorite color so when I saw this rose I had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd17OThQgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2f4KKryuzGo/s1600-h/flowers+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd17OThQgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2f4KKryuzGo/s320/flowers+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361943956341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pp9j8QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AidE_ElPPk8/s1600-h/flowers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pp9j8QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AidE_ElPPk8/s320/flowers+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361642142789890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pU9zb9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/W64DUHcO_Tk/s1600-h/flowers+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pU9zb9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/W64DUHcO_Tk/s320/flowers+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361636506660818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pSiBErI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1U78q7Sg4u8/s1600-h/flowers+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pSiBErI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1U78q7Sg4u8/s320/flowers+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361635853243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pEMVdxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T0Blhp1EDVs/s1600-h/flowers+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1pEMVdxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/T0Blhp1EDVs/s320/flowers+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361632004208402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1ojZJv9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RxZGSQNxRzs/s1600-h/flowers+006+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd1ojZJv9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/RxZGSQNxRzs/s320/flowers+006+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361623199596498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather has been absolutely beautiful lately. Hot, but gorgeous.  Hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day Mom. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2147500607891650785?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2147500607891650785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2147500607891650785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2147500607891650785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2147500607891650785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sgd17ZySfJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mxmf7zYa0Pk/s72-c/flowers+005+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7862947615766068043</id><published>2009-04-24T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:03:23.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mom! Guess What</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJE_lDrErI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YaYgsWl9aPo/s1600-h/hair+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJE_lDrErI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YaYgsWl9aPo/s320/hair+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328397168202683058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go ahead. Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJEJveubVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BzUCAEf3DqQ/s1600-h/hair+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJEJveubVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BzUCAEf3DqQ/s320/hair+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328396243287567698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJEJvjKGjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vvAfe-U1hz0/s1600-h/makeover+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJEJvjKGjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vvAfe-U1hz0/s320/makeover+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328396243306158642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJEJUN94RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fv0dn_Vbqx0/s1600-h/hair+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJEJUN94RI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fv0dn_Vbqx0/s320/hair+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328396235969519890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you like it?&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/2173641348264439144-7862947615766068043?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7862947615766068043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7862947615766068043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7862947615766068043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7862947615766068043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-mom-guess-what.html' title='Hey Mom! Guess What'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SfJE_lDrErI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YaYgsWl9aPo/s72-c/hair+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7696084442902579150</id><published>2009-04-03T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:15:32.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is coming up soon and I will be returning home for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaXgZ_g4MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/frwk7stuC5s/s1600-h/rock+bridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaXgZ_g4MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/frwk7stuC5s/s400/rock+bridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606592773710018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaXgWKTS3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/31krTyvbYVo/s1600-h/Joss+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaXgWKTS3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/31krTyvbYVo/s400/Joss+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320606591745215346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaVBrWl37I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5sUc9r-Sz4g/s1600-h/weaverville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaVBrWl37I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5sUc9r-Sz4g/s400/weaverville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320603865834708914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really miss the water. That is the one thing I miss the most. Besides my boyfriend and cat. I miss being able to drink it right from the sink and not have to wait for it to filter. The first thing I'm going to do when I get home is drink a large bottle of Weaverville water. I miss the nature too. There is more back home for sure, but the pollen was already out to get me when I got here. So, it seems that I cannot escape my allergies. Although, I'm really liking the weather here! I go swimming almost everyday. If I can stand the temperature without using a jacket, I go swimming. Kristie thinks I'm crazy because it's 60 degrees or so and I'm out swimming in the water that is about the same temp. She just can't keep me out of the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-7696084442902579150?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7696084442902579150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7696084442902579150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7696084442902579150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7696084442902579150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SdaXgZ_g4MI/AAAAAAAAAGg/frwk7stuC5s/s72-c/rock+bridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3522421429588208096</id><published>2009-03-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:17:33.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>I hold many fond memories of my dad. Taking walks along Moon Lee Ditch and trips up to the Culvert to go swimming, baking biscuits and pies, wrestling at night before bed, and cooking marshmallows over the barbecue. He taught me to be strong, both physically and spiritually. I am very grateful for his guidance these 18 years of my life. I hope you have a wonderful birthday! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6FgclNNOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ThR3zm6VVOo/s1600-h/Young+Nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6FgclNNOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ThR3zm6VVOo/s400/Young+Nancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318335002445690082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6Fg3ZUhzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yxqvZiZqhPs/s1600-h/Hike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6Fg3ZUhzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/yxqvZiZqhPs/s400/Hike2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318335009643595570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6FhIokpdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P7zfvpZQWrE/s1600-h/Hike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6FhIokpdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/P7zfvpZQWrE/s400/Hike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318335014270969298" 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/2173641348264439144-3522421429588208096?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3522421429588208096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3522421429588208096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3522421429588208096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3522421429588208096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc6FgclNNOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ThR3zm6VVOo/s72-c/Young+Nancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2788911988414263534</id><published>2009-03-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:24:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Here is an update on my life here so far: I held Vander again today. He is the cutest baby I've ever seen. At least, until I have my own of course, but in the meanwhile, he is absolutely adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc2WfnXolhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rpJ1-VdS40s/s1600-h/Vander+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc2WfnXolhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rpJ1-VdS40s/s400/Vander+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318072204882646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note. Some of you know that I've been doing the 100 push-up &amp;amp; 200 sit-up challenge. When I began, I could only do 11 modified push-ups (and 1 real push up) and 20 sit ups. I did my 2 week test today and did 31 modified push-ups (I'm able to do at least 16 actual push ups) and 96 sit ups. Yes, 96, and I do not hurt at all right now. I am very happy with myself and have already noticed results. Yesterday I saw that I looked very good in my bathing suit. So I admired myself for a few minutes while the boys waited impatiently to go swimming while I mulled around in my narcissistic ways. Now onto week 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2788911988414263534?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2788911988414263534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2788911988414263534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2788911988414263534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2788911988414263534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/Sc2WfnXolhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rpJ1-VdS40s/s72-c/Vander+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2321483211742128393</id><published>2009-03-26T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:42:35.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Nephew</title><content type='html'>I went with the boys to the hospital on Tuesday to see my new nephew Vander. He is so adorable! I got to hold him a few times while we were there.  He is so small (to me at least. It's been awhile since I've seen a newborn), yet he's so heavy! My hand became tired fairly quickly, so I had to give him back to Craig.&lt;br /&gt;Kristie is scheduled to come back today. I've been here with the boys for the past few days and they've missed her terribly.  I know I can't wait for her to come back. I've missed her too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2321483211742128393?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2321483211742128393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2321483211742128393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2321483211742128393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2321483211742128393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-nephew.html' title='New Nephew'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2340069809700361840</id><published>2009-03-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:34:00.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/ScLkY26GR6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/dJjR7oSDyFk/s1600-h/beach+trip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/ScLkY26GR6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/dJjR7oSDyFk/s400/beach+trip+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315061625957795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach today. It was foggy and a bit chilly, but it definitely was a good day. Mainly because I saw Billy Boyd there. He and his family were sitting next to us at the beach. We didn't notice it was him until we heard him talking.  So this is my second celebrity sighting, but the first since I've been here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2340069809700361840?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2340069809700361840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2340069809700361840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2340069809700361840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2340069809700361840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/ScLkY26GR6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/dJjR7oSDyFk/s72-c/beach+trip+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2566933523754164468</id><published>2009-03-06T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:08:24.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Card Making</title><content type='html'>Kristen and I were going to make cards with a friend of hers last week, but with her trip to the hospital, we had to put it off. So today we went and made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6LxHZL9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/D9VcqjQx-8s/s1600-h/cards+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6LxHZL9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/D9VcqjQx-8s/s400/cards+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310230146972200914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6MJyQWhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AcdrIMg0kCw/s1600-h/cards+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6MJyQWhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AcdrIMg0kCw/s400/cards+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310230153594427922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite. The embossing was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6MaF0XfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DGYG8-qcBc8/s1600-h/Card+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6MaF0XfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DGYG8-qcBc8/s400/Card+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310230157971447282" 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/2173641348264439144-2566933523754164468?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2566933523754164468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2566933523754164468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2566933523754164468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2566933523754164468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/03/card-making.html' title='Card Making'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SbG6LxHZL9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/D9VcqjQx-8s/s72-c/cards+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-271050419571156746</id><published>2009-02-21T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:03:29.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Makeover</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the steps of my makeover:&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCiknlWyKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UVYgZt76nxk/s1600-h/makeover+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCiknlWyKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UVYgZt76nxk/s400/makeover+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419111027099810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikp9TMYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ZbUCJ-WtDU/s1600-h/makeover+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikp9TMYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ZbUCJ-WtDU/s400/makeover+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419111664398722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikQnzRqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S39hLi4Iy6w/s1600-h/makeover+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikQnzRqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/S39hLi4Iy6w/s400/makeover+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419104863340194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikPDboxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DTVvD66dXkM/s1600-h/makeover+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikPDboxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DTVvD66dXkM/s400/makeover+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419104442360594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final product?&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikCGQUbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/42-7pFi9qPk/s1600-h/beforeafter+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCikCGQUbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/42-7pFi9qPk/s400/beforeafter+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419100964540850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCjb3-lUAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WGm8epLZV6M/s1600-h/makeover+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCjb3-lUAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WGm8epLZV6M/s400/makeover+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420060320681986" 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/2173641348264439144-271050419571156746?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/271050419571156746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=271050419571156746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/271050419571156746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/271050419571156746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-makeover.html' title='My Makeover'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaCiknlWyKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UVYgZt76nxk/s72-c/makeover+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-604322767322393105</id><published>2009-02-21T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:50:16.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spot</title><content type='html'>I have officially claimed this corner as mine. This is what I call my cozy spot, since I've made myself completely cozy and at home there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaChA94rXlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1yZpWdNikfY/s1600-h/beforeafter+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaChA94rXlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1yZpWdNikfY/s400/beforeafter+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305417399026802258" 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/2173641348264439144-604322767322393105?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/604322767322393105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=604322767322393105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/604322767322393105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/604322767322393105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-spot.html' title='My Spot'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SaChA94rXlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1yZpWdNikfY/s72-c/beforeafter+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-95186740093225150</id><published>2009-02-18T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:32:57.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A better, but still not great day</title><content type='html'>Well, I found all my classes today. The only class that I have on the ground, is my chemistry lecture class. The lab is on the third floor, and my Psych and Spanish classes are both on the second floor of their building. So I will definitely have uber legs once this semester is over. I already made several friends. One in my Chemistry class, and the others at the Institute of Religion. There's only one girl among these, and she's in my Chem class. So, I had a bunch of Mormon guys flirting with me. One asked me out...subtly, so I acted like I didn't realize what was going on. (Jori, you don't have to worry so don't come raging down here with the intention to kill). At the end of the day, I couldn't find where the bus would be picking people up and ended up missing it. So, I went back to the institute and stayed there until I could be picked up. I am so grateful to the couple running the place. They've been so patient with me. I am so grateful that I can go there for help. I seem to need it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-95186740093225150?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/95186740093225150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=95186740093225150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/95186740093225150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/95186740093225150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-but-still-not-great-day.html' title='A better, but still not great day'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2383703924290684637</id><published>2009-02-17T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:48:08.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so great first day</title><content type='html'>My first day at Santa Monica College is definitely one I won't forget. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. 1) It was pouring rain when I arrived at the college. 2) I forgot to bring my schedule with me because I was so frazzled last night when putting my school items in my backpack. 3) My one and only class at the college on Tuesday, wasn't in the room I thought it was. 4) I was soaking wet while I wandered around the campus trying to figure out where to go to find the correct room. (The admissions office was closed) So I went over to the Institute to wait for my sister to help me out and calm my nerves. The couple who run the Institute were very nice and let me cry my eyes out. Yeah, very very very stressful day for me. I've never lived in a big city so when something like this happens, I freak. Or stress out. Anyway, I found the correct room to attend, and I'm totally fine now. I'm in "my spot" in the apartment, sitting all cozy and warm on the bean bags. Yep, I'm all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2383703924290684637?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2383703924290684637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2383703924290684637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2383703924290684637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2383703924290684637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-so-great-first-day.html' title='Not so great first day'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-4799437988747427555</id><published>2009-02-15T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:03:20.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Almost Here!!</title><content type='html'>Well, in two days I will be attending Santa Monica College. I'm a bit stressed out, but we went down and toured the campus yesterday so I know where my classes are (sort of). The buildings were closed so I couldn't go right up to the classroom. Except for the Science building. My actual class is on the ground floor. The picture below is actually taken from the second floor of the building, looking down to the courtyard. My classroom is somewhere along the right side. My lab class though...well, it's on the THIRD FLOOR!!! And the class starts before eight in the morning. So that's how I get to start my first day of school. Running up stairs. The campus is very nice, there is a fountain in the middle courtyard, and there are palm trees lining the walkways. It's fairly small in size, but the height of the buildings make up for the lack of area. So all my classes are nearby, the furthest is a 5-10 min walk and I have nearly a half hour to get there and grab a snack. My days are going to be sooo busy. I already know someone who is going there though! She's in the ward I'm attending so I might see her around. We don't have any classes together, but I may see her when wandering around. Well, wish me luck! Chem and Psychology are going to be killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wanderingaroundoutdoors.com/galleryArchit/architectureImages/fullsize/SANTA_MONICA_COLLEGE_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.wanderingaroundoutdoors.com/galleryArchit/architectureImages/fullsize/SANTA_MONICA_COLLEGE_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-4799437988747427555?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4799437988747427555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=4799437988747427555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4799437988747427555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4799437988747427555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/schools-almost-here.html' title='School&apos;s Almost Here!!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-8640690791898451413</id><published>2009-02-13T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:00:54.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>It's my third day in L.A. Still haven't gotten settled in, I need to get on that if I want the room to stay semi-clean. Last night Kristie straightened my hair and boy was it different. Pictures will either be posted sometime on my blog or hers. This is only makeover #1 so there will be many more for me to survive for your entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-8640690791898451413?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8640690791898451413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=8640690791898451413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/8640690791898451413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/8640690791898451413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-1166393548145620262</id><published>2009-02-11T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:25:56.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A. Trip</title><content type='html'>I am now in L.A. The flight went very well. There was little turbulence and I had a window seat so I was happy. No one was seated next to me the entire flight so I was able to have leg room. My first night at Kristie's was different, I only got a few hours of sleep last night, but I woke up at 4:30 this morning, wide awake. I stayed in bed until 6:30 when the boys woke up. It was a good thing I was already awake because they are LOUD. I still need to get settled in. I'll probably end up doing that today when I don't have to keep an eye on the boys. They're having me play Mario Kart right now so I have to go entertain them since Kristie is going to her Doctor's appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-1166393548145620262?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1166393548145620262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=1166393548145620262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/1166393548145620262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/1166393548145620262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-trip.html' title='L.A. Trip'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3771733183579618628</id><published>2009-01-31T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:48:38.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>We just got back from my boyfriend's baptism in Redding. Well, Sharon and I at least. Mom and Dad are doing their shopping and Jacquie went home with a friend to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYTv21PFcaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9bResG8KyLs/s1600-h/Jori%27s+Baptism+cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYTv21PFcaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9bResG8KyLs/s320/Jori%27s+Baptism+cropped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297622786976870818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYTv2z0iYHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iIVM8GGI1WI/s1600-h/Jori%27s+Baptism+smaller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYTv2z0iYHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iIVM8GGI1WI/s320/Jori%27s+Baptism+smaller.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297622786597085298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad baptized Jori, joking around that he just may hold him under the water. Jori had to be dunked twice because Dad forgot to say something the first time. Afterward I gave my testimony and ended up crying and making a few others cry. Then Jori made me cry again when he bore his. Then we all went to Hometown Buffet for lunch. Overall, it was a really great day. I've never seen Jori so happy. My heart is full from all the emotions I've felt today. All good emotions though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-3771733183579618628?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3771733183579618628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3771733183579618628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3771733183579618628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3771733183579618628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/01/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYTv21PFcaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9bResG8KyLs/s72-c/Jori%27s+Baptism+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7998375651060566036</id><published>2009-01-28T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:51:34.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty's First Kill</title><content type='html'>A few weeks back, I'm brushing my hair when I hear my sister scream. Not quite a blood curdling scream, but a surprised scream. This is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYC23jildHI/AAAAAAAAACs/1Ujzy-A-naA/s1600-h/kitty%27s+first+kill+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYC23jildHI/AAAAAAAAACs/1Ujzy-A-naA/s320/kitty%27s+first+kill+again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434227337065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl caught her first mouse. At least I wasn't asleep when she got it, or else I would've woken up with a dead mouse on my bed. So, we documented her first kill. It's a good thing we have a mouser in the house. We have too many mice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-7998375651060566036?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7998375651060566036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7998375651060566036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7998375651060566036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7998375651060566036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2009/01/kittys-first-kill.html' title='Kitty&apos;s First Kill'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SYC23jildHI/AAAAAAAAACs/1Ujzy-A-naA/s72-c/kitty%27s+first+kill+again.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-8391924326515785261</id><published>2008-12-26T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T19:51:28.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We ended up with a white Christmas this year. I was very happy with my gifts. Thanks Kris for the backpack, I'll definitely need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SVWlso5WacI/AAAAAAAAACU/5aKGMmbgE10/s1600-h/christmas+backpack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SVWlso5WacI/AAAAAAAAACU/5aKGMmbgE10/s320/christmas+backpack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284311924099934658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    I was very, very, VERY happy about the present I got from my parents with Kristie's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SVWls1ILnOI/AAAAAAAAACc/FLs803Ws-Os/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SVWls1ILnOI/AAAAAAAAACc/FLs803Ws-Os/s320/Christmas+2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284311927383366882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    An art set! I can't wait until I actually come up with something to paint. I need some painting tips/help from a pro, but there is someone up here that I'm sure would be thrilled to help me. I'd love to go to Nana's to learn from her, but I don't know if I'll have the time any time soon. I'll be spending another "Christmas" with my boyfriend and his family. I feel so bad that his parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Grandma each bought me a present since I don't have much to give them. I'll have to bake lots and lots of goodies tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-8391924326515785261?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8391924326515785261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=8391924326515785261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/8391924326515785261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/8391924326515785261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SVWlso5WacI/AAAAAAAAACU/5aKGMmbgE10/s72-c/christmas+backpack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-483768298848921500</id><published>2008-12-24T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:27:59.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Well, a lot has happened since my last post. Nothing too eventful, my life is very boring. A bit of news: I finished my finals last week. They were a breeze. The hardest was math, but I ended up getting a B for the class. Still waiting for my other grades though. Hmm, lets see...my cat is a dork. She attacks people's feet from below the floor. She sits on top of the mattress downstairs and attacks the ceiling when someone walks past. Hence the dorkness.&lt;br /&gt;          It snowed. A bit. It's raining now and most of the snow has melted.  I'm not too thrilled. I hate the snow. Sure it looks pretty, but when it melts the ground is a swamp. I only need to wait a few more months and then I will be leaving to L.A. to live with my sister for a semester. I'll miss it up here, but I'll also miss the rest of the wet season up here. I'm very excited though! It'll be a good experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;          Another thing. Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-483768298848921500?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/483768298848921500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=483768298848921500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/483768298848921500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/483768298848921500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-6352177544137552709</id><published>2008-10-14T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:06:37.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://woolforbrains.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tag rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. post the rules&lt;br /&gt;3. write 6 random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. tag 6 people, link to them.&lt;br /&gt;5. let the folks know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I like to do voice impersonations. Especially Gollum. I actually do it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;2)My left side is cursed. Everything that hurts or gets hurt is the left side. I had surgery on my left knee. When I run into things I get hit on the left side and all the bones I have broken have been on my left hand and foot.&lt;br /&gt;3)I play the piano. I love to play classics. The first song I learned to play all the way through was Fur Elise. I only know how to play a few hymns well, as sad as that may be. I don't practice those as often as I should.&lt;br /&gt;4)I used to be a tomboy. Apparently I'm not as tomboyish and tough as I was when I was young. Now, if I'm poked in the side and I say ow. It doesn't hurt, it's just a reflex.&lt;br /&gt;5)I want to become a C.S.I! I used to hate math, but now, it's my favorite class, I do well in it and science is easy to me. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;6)I don't know 6 people who have blogs, only 4 and 2 of those have already been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I tag &lt;a href="http://thefishmanswife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brenda/Mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nevertrustasmilingcat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aunt Pattie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-6352177544137552709?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6352177544137552709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=6352177544137552709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6352177544137552709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6352177544137552709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-kristen-tag-rules-are-1.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7624955904428433249</id><published>2008-09-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:53:43.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Wow, 18 already. I'm legally an adult now. So far my day has gone well. I had to play piano in church today, but it wasn't too hard. Jori came over yesterday and took me out for a birthday dinner at La Casita. It was really good! I baked my cake and just finished putting on the frosting and decorating it. Sorry, no picture, it looks terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-7624955904428433249?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7624955904428433249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7624955904428433249' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7624955904428433249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7624955904428433249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-6064318980343828210</id><published>2008-09-17T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:10:56.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After much debate and discussion (with my mom) I have finally decided what I want to major in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://biotech.arl.arizona.edu/images/detectives.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://biotech.arl.arizona.edu/images/detectives.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic Science. I'm not doing it because CSI is an awesome show, because I know it's not going to be easy to get there. I'm so excited though! It sounds so fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-6064318980343828210?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6064318980343828210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=6064318980343828210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6064318980343828210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6064318980343828210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-much-debate-and-discussion-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2895841197546161701</id><published>2008-09-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:14:31.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I honestly think that my mom is the best ever. I tell her everything too. You may be thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yeah, sure ya do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, but she knows that I tell her everything. I lay on her bed just talking while she's trying to read a book (which she gets really annoyed about) about my day, whether anything interesting happened or not.  I go to her for all my problems as well, she's very wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I love you Mom! Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2895841197546161701?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2895841197546161701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2895841197546161701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2895841197546161701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2895841197546161701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-688010486085612545</id><published>2008-08-20T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:35:26.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived the first day of school. When we first got there I had to go to the bathroom sooo badly. My sister kept giving us (her friend and me) the tour until I told her to stop stalling. So we went over to the library and it was LOCKED! We then went to the 800 building where there was a bathroom so I managed to make it. Then we went to the library 15 minutes later and stayed there until it was time for class.  So after and hour and a half, I went to my first class, Math 13. They teacher is really good, and nice, I like him. There was only one person I knew, but she sits on the other side of the classroom. Then after Math, I went to creative writing. I was one of the few young students there. It was an ITV class so we had to stare at the TV. The thing is, the teacher is in Weaverville, and I know who she is! So when I saw her on the screen I was kinda disgruntled about it, but I got over it. She's quite a character. Then, oh but then thats when it happened. I heard a familiar voice from the TV. Then she started talking about a story she was writing. In my mind I was thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that voice....I recognize that story....OH NO!!!!!!! IT'S KATE!&lt;/span&gt; Kate is a used-to-be-friend from high school. She's more annoying than my younger sis. Anyway, I dropped my head on the desk in self pity. I got over that as well, saying that she was on the other side of the TV and wouldn't have to deal with her. Then I had lunch and checked out the Institute of Religion then had to immediately go to my next class, English. Nothing interesting happened in there except that we got out early so I had about 2 hours before my next class. Then I went to Spanish. Spanish is my favorite class. It is SO FUN! I have 3 teachers, all female, that switch off teaching. I get out of that class 2 hours after it starts, so it's a long class. After our classes we went to Panda Express for a celebration dinner for surviving our first day. My sister's friend didn't have it as bad as me though because she had my sis in 3 of her classes. I didn't have my sis in any so, I'm glad I survived, but it was fun! It's going to be hard, but I think I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-688010486085612545?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/688010486085612545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=688010486085612545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/688010486085612545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/688010486085612545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-6234593320898328462</id><published>2008-08-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:50:48.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to be starting school next week. I am so nervous, yet excited. I'll be attending Shasta College and I have no clue where my classes are. Hopefully my sis will take me down sometime before school starts so I can tour the campus so I won't get lost and either miss or be late for a class. That wouldn't be good. I'm taking 4 hard classes. (According to the lady at the bookstore) so I believe most of my time will be spent working on homework. I am so going to die. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-6234593320898328462?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6234593320898328462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=6234593320898328462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6234593320898328462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/6234593320898328462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-870236683539364594</id><published>2008-07-11T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:47.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Well, I figured it was about time I got around to posting my graduation pics from last month. So here are some. The picture below is me with the Biology teacher/my favorite teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SHgvkH2HilI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n4MxbbybjS8/s1600-h/Nancy+Graduation+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SHgvkH2HilI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n4MxbbybjS8/s320/Nancy+Graduation+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221976065563920978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is me with my friends Beka and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SHgvkZY_i9I/AAAAAAAAABY/CH3daN2aNn4/s1600-h/Nancy+Graduation+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SHgvkZY_i9I/AAAAAAAAABY/CH3daN2aNn4/s320/Nancy+Graduation+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221976070273600466" 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/2173641348264439144-870236683539364594?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/870236683539364594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=870236683539364594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/870236683539364594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/870236683539364594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SHgvkH2HilI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n4MxbbybjS8/s72-c/Nancy+Graduation+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3531873691904019197</id><published>2008-05-14T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:48.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>This last Saturday, the 10th, I went to the Prom with Jori. Mom made my dress (I really appreciate it) which I absolutely love! Except for the fact that it's still too big, but I love the fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SCums7rKBbI/AAAAAAAAABA/DAuVkDxL8mk/s1600-h/prom+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SCums7rKBbI/AAAAAAAAABA/DAuVkDxL8mk/s320/prom+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200433485592528306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jori wore a suit instead of a tux. I told him not to get a tux, too expensive and unnecessary. He looked really good in his suit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SCumtbrKBcI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTY-uzVGPfY/s1600-h/prom+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SCumtbrKBcI/AAAAAAAAABI/nTY-uzVGPfY/s320/prom+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200433494182462914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to dinner at the Red Dragon, the Chinese restaurant in town, went back to my house, took pictures, then went to Prom. A good amount of our friends were there and only one of mine went. Oh, and the food they had there, was soooooo good. There were these mini banana cream pies, oh they were so good, I lost count of how many I had. And yes I did dance. Some of the chaperones danced as well, even the principal. He jumped up on the stage and began headbanging and dancing. It was disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-3531873691904019197?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3531873691904019197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3531873691904019197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3531873691904019197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3531873691904019197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/05/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/SCums7rKBbI/AAAAAAAAABA/DAuVkDxL8mk/s72-c/prom+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-4528994882672397999</id><published>2008-04-12T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:35:43.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School's been out this week for Spring Break and amazingly, it hasn't rained! And today it's 82 degrees outside, like it was yesterday. I've been loving the weather though. I took a short ride with my mom's bike (my tires need to be replaced) the other day with my younger sister. She wanted to ride down to her friends house (it's not too far, just has a semi-long, steep driveway), so I went with her and on our way down, something went funky with the bike and it flipped over on me. So now I have a scarred up left shin and knee, greenish black bruise on both sides of my left thigh, and a few cuts on my left hand. Like I've told my friends and family lots of times, my left side is cursed, but I'm totally fine now. I took another bike ride today on mom's bike and had no collisions. I'm not as clumsy as people think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-4528994882672397999?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4528994882672397999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=4528994882672397999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4528994882672397999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4528994882672397999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/04/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-907208074578817421</id><published>2008-04-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:48.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>I got a new haircut today and I'm absolutely loving it! I can't stop smiling when I look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R_MTMKMxpsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HQgmSCoChpE/s1600-h/new+haircut+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R_MTMKMxpsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HQgmSCoChpE/s320/new+haircut+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184508695650870978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologize for not putting many posts up, school has been crazy, especially Civics. This month is going to be hectic as well. Tomorrow I have to attend Mock Trial and the Fundraiser for the Young Womens Girls Camp which my lil sis will be attending this summer. Then, on Thursday, my cat is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;being spayed. So no more yowling in the middle of the night because she smells a male outside the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-907208074578817421?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/907208074578817421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=907208074578817421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/907208074578817421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/907208074578817421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/04/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R_MTMKMxpsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HQgmSCoChpE/s72-c/new+haircut+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-5334081240368768751</id><published>2008-02-28T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:15:44.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow....I really have lacked in putting up posts.... Well, school is going pretty well for me. I'm the only student in my Chem. class with an A. The rest have C's or F's. Yeah, they don't do their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that in a month (end of March) that my boyfriend and I will have been together for a year! A YEAR! Needless to say I'm surprised that he's stayed with me. It seems like it was only yesterday that we started dating. Mom likes him and is fine with us having been together this long, but.....Dad is another story. He seems to like Jori, yet at every turn tries to get me to break up with him. &gt;.&lt; It annoys me soooooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-5334081240368768751?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5334081240368768751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=5334081240368768751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5334081240368768751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/5334081240368768751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-3446176862597423953</id><published>2008-02-01T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:48.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is a picture of my bf and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R6OO3NsdKhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9UslYQobL0A/s1600-h/n%26j2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162126677116791314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R6OO3NsdKhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9UslYQobL0A/s320/n%26j2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't we cute! XD&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/2173641348264439144-3446176862597423953?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3446176862597423953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=3446176862597423953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3446176862597423953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/3446176862597423953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-is-picture-of-my-bf-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R6OO3NsdKhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9UslYQobL0A/s72-c/n%26j2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-1282274707590696194</id><published>2008-01-20T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:41:13.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.D (Read Every Day)</title><content type='html'>My old Sunday School teacher challenged us to read the scriptures everyday. It doesn't matter how much we read as long as we read everyday. Today she gave us these packets with twelve envelopes in them. After each month, if we read everyday, we can open the envelopes. I think I can finally reach my goal of reading the scriptures with this motivation. I'm not going to cheat and look through all the envelopes. I'm a good kid. So now, starting today, I'm going to try to read my scriptures everyday. Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-1282274707590696194?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1282274707590696194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=1282274707590696194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/1282274707590696194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/1282274707590696194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/01/red-read-every-day.html' title='R.E.D (Read Every Day)'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-4439507419958500294</id><published>2008-01-18T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:59:50.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally the new year. I'm not making any new year resolutions though because I fail miserably as always. I'm still having trouble with getting on the computer and putting up posts so bare with me and my lateness. And lack of pictures. My computer is slow.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my grades back from finals. I'm passing all my classes! When I saw I got a C in Econ I started crying, I was so happy. I was failing that class and my grade weighed heavily on the grade of my final. So obviously I did well. So yay me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-4439507419958500294?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4439507419958500294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=4439507419958500294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4439507419958500294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4439507419958500294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-2188296541046204241</id><published>2007-12-30T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:48.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, this year I kinda had two Christmases. One at home and one with my bf and his family. He got me this window hanger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3g_jn_A5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JwyuOeVc8Sc/s1600-h/Hearts+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3g_jn_A5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JwyuOeVc8Sc/s320/Hearts+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149936055159416258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find this to be absolutely gorgeous and can't stop thanking him for the gift. His parents also got me some presents, one of which being an MP3 player. Now I feel like I owe them, even though they've reassured me that I don't. Nonetheless, I'm grateful for everything they got me and everything that everyone else did as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-2188296541046204241?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2188296541046204241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=2188296541046204241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2188296541046204241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/2188296541046204241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3g_jn_A5cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JwyuOeVc8Sc/s72-c/Hearts+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7203638972647184376</id><published>2007-12-26T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:48.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3LQXH_A5bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C9gMJlAsv18/s1600-h/kitty+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3LQXH_A5bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C9gMJlAsv18/s320/kitty+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148406419736815026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my cat that I got for my birthday. Isn't she cute!?! I only know that she's part Siamese, I don't know the other part, but I have a good guess. I'm guessing Tiger seeing that when she's hyped up she's death to anything that moves. Her favorite target, the feet.  Obviously she finds it her job to run up and attack our feet when we're walking through the house. Anyway, she also likes laying on top of my little sister's bed and watch us while playing video games. I just couldn't help not taking a picture, she looked so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-7203638972647184376?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7203638972647184376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7203638972647184376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7203638972647184376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7203638972647184376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-pet.html' title='My Pet'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3LQXH_A5bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C9gMJlAsv18/s72-c/kitty+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-4120535215091885310</id><published>2007-12-25T12:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:25:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3FjqH_A5aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5Nqy2bTzmY/s1600-h/cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3FjqH_A5aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5Nqy2bTzmY/s320/cheesecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148005424410191266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second attempt at making "easy cheesecake".  It's more like a pie than a cake, but at least I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely is it not? Now I can eat it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-4120535215091885310?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4120535215091885310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=4120535215091885310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4120535215091885310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/4120535215091885310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheesecake.html' title='Cheesecake'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3FjqH_A5aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C5Nqy2bTzmY/s72-c/cheesecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2173641348264439144.post-7775533638989760131</id><published>2007-12-24T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:05:47.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've decided to start my own blog since other family members have and it looks fun so.......here I am....and figured out it's a lot harder than it looks. So bear with me....and enjoy..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2173641348264439144-7775533638989760131?l=theartsequallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7775533638989760131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2173641348264439144&amp;postID=7775533638989760131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7775533638989760131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2173641348264439144/posts/default/7775533638989760131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsequallife.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Nancy H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519438393607330545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2FjHfexHQEk/R3hCKH_A5eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WfBAdyoTZc8/S220/Nancy%27s+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
