<?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-897422486111329005</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:53:30.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlueBabe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-5940650012558485066</id><published>2008-09-04T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:22:50.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!!!! AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCyoYrq2PI/AAAAAAAAABo/t6gAQe13LcI/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242386373149382898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCyoYrq2PI/AAAAAAAAABo/t6gAQe13LcI/s320/Summerish+2008+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCyo-zHC3I/AAAAAAAAABw/2rib_KNKsmM/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242386383381138290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCyo-zHC3I/AAAAAAAAABw/2rib_KNKsmM/s320/Summerish+2008+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes you are seeing this! It snowed today!!!!!!! not in the valley but up in the tetons and the mountains! crazy huh! and it's only september 4th! but guess what... i was secretly happy about it!!! i've gone crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-5940650012558485066?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/5940650012558485066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=5940650012558485066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/5940650012558485066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/5940650012558485066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/09/snow-aaahhhhhhhhh.html' title='Snow!!!! AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCyoYrq2PI/AAAAAAAAABo/t6gAQe13LcI/s72-c/Summerish+2008+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-7549930543131483029</id><published>2008-09-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:05:26.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown... no wait... goal... no! Hole in one!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozJFBFuI/AAAAAAAAABA/pT8WAXKWIR8/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242375562823014114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozJFBFuI/AAAAAAAAABA/pT8WAXKWIR8/s320/Summerish+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me attempting to golf....   man i look so much like a professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozbH1waI/AAAAAAAAABI/C7A1eY5U3PU/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242375567666692514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozbH1waI/AAAAAAAAABI/C7A1eY5U3PU/s320/Summerish+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a crazy place to tee off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozpr_nGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/i7WFQEo786A/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242375571576429666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozpr_nGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/i7WFQEo786A/s320/Summerish+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the crazy water where my ball landed after i tried to tee off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCoz2NPTqI/AAAAAAAAABY/y73275rBJxE/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242375574937095842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCoz2NPTqI/AAAAAAAAABY/y73275rBJxE/s320/Summerish+2008+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes you are seeing this correctly? i'm not using a putter! whoops... :/ but can you tell what i am using??? haha lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCo0X-5MRI/AAAAAAAAABg/aT_fFtMXfPE/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242375584003731730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCo0X-5MRI/AAAAAAAAABg/aT_fFtMXfPE/s320/Summerish+2008+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well earlier tonight i went just a little crazy and went golfing... or the fat mans sport as i heard it called once... jk jk!!!! lol. well it was fun!!! i felt like an old grandma in the golf cart, getting rides to where i hit the ball.... No really it was fun! Of course i was terrible and could hardly hit the ball, one thing is for sure i'm going to be sore tomorrow from all those swings that i missed lol. but i dedicated my game to joe cause alas he can't play right now... poor guy! well anyway yeah that one was for you... even if i did suck! lol &lt;/div&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/897422486111329005-7549930543131483029?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/7549930543131483029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=7549930543131483029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/7549930543131483029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/7549930543131483029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/09/touchdown-no-wait-goal-no-hole-in-one.html' title='Touchdown... no wait... goal... no! Hole in one!!!'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SMCozJFBFuI/AAAAAAAAABA/pT8WAXKWIR8/s72-c/Summerish+2008+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-5017261746732134867</id><published>2008-07-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:43:51.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ0AflyZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZp3Mtkn-3M/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226666855072385426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ0AflyZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZp3Mtkn-3M/s320/Summerish+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ0itzapI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EkSmb5-7B5Q/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226666864258804370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ0itzapI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EkSmb5-7B5Q/s320/Summerish+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ1HYUXmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RM_6ZS0xDJc/s1600-h/Summerish+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226666874100801122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ1HYUXmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RM_6ZS0xDJc/s320/Summerish+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go again! I dedicate this act of vadalism to my brother joe... he's the one who inspires me to act out in protest against the guys of teton valley! Well here ya go joe! lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-5017261746732134867?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/5017261746732134867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=5017261746732134867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/5017261746732134867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/5017261746732134867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/07/protest.html' title='Protest!'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/SIjZ0AflyZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZp3Mtkn-3M/s72-c/Summerish+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-8390793658778778723</id><published>2008-05-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:30:55.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true!</title><content type='html'>Ok so remember in one of my last posts when i mentioned the squirrels at BYU-I being possessed? Well I have another wonderful story to prove my point! So my roommate's fiance (who's name is James) is in my country dancing class. So whenever class is over he and I walk back to my apartment so that he can hang out and each lunch with brooke (my roommate). So just yesterday James and I were walking back to the apartment and we stopped in the Gardens so that he could show me some weird rat creature that he saw there- he really doesn't know what kind of an animal it was. But anyway we didn't see it... (i was ok with that) lol.&lt;br /&gt;       Finally here's the real story we were just about to my apartment- walking up the side walk talking and not paying attention then we turned around the corner where my apartment door is and all that i know is that all of a sudden james FREAKS OUT! He screamed! Yes he screamed! (Like a man - it was a low weird scream) Then he jumped about a foot in the air and his arms were waving around like a mad man. Well of course his screaming and flailing of the arms freaked me out so I screamed and jumped too. THEN all the sudden a squirrel shot out from between James the apartment wall. Oh my heck that's when i really started to freak out! i had no idea that there had been a squirrel until then. I watched as the squirrel ran to a tree and hid. Whoa! James and i looked at each other and started to laugh. How awesome was that! James then opened the door and we saw Brooke sitting on the couch just staring at us. She just thought we were crazy! Then James started to explain and apparently the squirrel was eating our garbage and it was trapped by us. Now the weird part- James swears that the squirrel was screaming too! How awesome is that!!!! Well that is the end of the fun story about the crazed squirrels! So I hope that you truly enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-8390793658778778723?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/8390793658778778723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=8390793658778778723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/8390793658778778723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/8390793658778778723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true!'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-1071527034917891461</id><published>2008-04-24T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:24:06.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0206qGBFIMVgAUj6jzbkF/SIG=12794223m/EXP=1209166378/**http://captphilonline.com/images/ScreamingWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="240" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0206qGBFIMVgAUj6jzbkF/SIG=12794223m/EXP=1209166378/**http%3A//captphilonline.com/images/ScreamingWoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am having an identity crisis!!!! Lately I have been compelled to write in 1st person and that's so not me. I am a third person writer! I am! I am! I need serious help! My 3rd person writing sucks all the sudden and when I think about writing  at all -it's in the 1st person!!!&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/897422486111329005-1071527034917891461?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/1071527034917891461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=1071527034917891461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/1071527034917891461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/1071527034917891461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-636023891855869975</id><published>2008-04-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:11:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday</title><content type='html'>I watched as my roommate opened the door and peeked inside. She stepped back and looked at me, “yup there are people in there.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Ok,” I said, “I’ll see you later. Thanks for coming with me.”&lt;br /&gt;            I gulped as she started to walk away. I did not want to be left alone here! But it’s not like I could just run away so I stepped bravely into the classroom and took a quick inventory of the seats. There were quite a few empty ones so I quickly chose one by the wall and sat down. I was absolutely terrified and the atmosphere in the classroom did not help. I could feel the tension thick in the air and I wanted to dive and take cover under the desk. The room did not seem cheerful and the tinted windows made the sky outside look overcast. Overcast… just like my future would be if this class ended up being horrible. It’s like the other students felt the same way. We were all silent which is not really normal for the first day of class.&lt;br /&gt;            Slowly more students started to filter and it became a little less intense. My biggest worry was if the professor was going to be an old stick in the mud. Then finally the moment came... Professor Stewart walked in and after a moment of talking the room suddenly transformed from a gray doomsday into a clear summer day. I was in heaven. I love writing and this class is my golden Willy Wonka ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-636023891855869975?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/636023891855869975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=636023891855869975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/636023891855869975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/636023891855869975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/04/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-9056659553494473000</id><published>2008-04-17T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:07:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in a nutshell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ok well i guess since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melinda&lt;/span&gt; "tagged" me i have to write 7 weird and random things about myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;this should be interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a secret love for vinegar! Honestly i do! I love foods that contain it like pickles and A-1 sauce (which i will drink straight from a cup if given the opportunity) i also love to put salt and vinegar chips on my subway sandwiches along with a squirt of vinegar! I pretty much contribute my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; to washing Tamra's floors with vinegar water those many years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Well i like being on the other side of Melinda's passing cars from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Idaho&lt;/span&gt; story... if that makes sense... i am from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Idaho&lt;/span&gt; and i love the freedom that it gives me to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; driver when i go down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt;. I talk to cars and say, "yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Idaho&lt;/span&gt; that's why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; driving so slow... pass me!" So yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; all for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Idaho&lt;/span&gt; license plate that makes it all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think that the squirrels and BYU-Idaho are POSSESSED! Mostly due to the fact that they just sit there and stare at you like they are about to attack.... They freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am obsessive compulsive about 2 things... first- my closet! All of my hangers have to match... there is not one that is a different size than the others.... and if by chance there was well it would drive me insane! oh and second- my teeth. Every night i have to go through the same routine where first i brush my teeth for 2 minutes with my electric toothbrush, then i use mouthwash and when i'm done with it i only spit half of it out and then i get a normal toothbrush and brush my teeth with the remaining mouthwash. Then finally i floss... and occasionally i will brush my teeth again but just with water.... i know i'm a FREAK! lol but what can you do? that's why it should be called odd compulsive disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When i fall for a guy and i mean really fall for him... it can take years for me to get over him... shall i name a few??? Ian Smith (kindergarden-5 grade). Darren Washburn (8 years old to 13 years old). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;This list could keep going but i think you get the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a Cat named Rune! He's adorable and well some people think he's fat. But i think it's all just muscle! He's super smart and tries to open doors by pawing at the door handles and he hates salt and vinegar chips... he tries to cover them up like poop. Oh and when you feed him nerds his eyes go crazy and he moves his head around in a circle... i love him! He also loves bags and cardboard boxes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And finally for the last one.... I love books! i love reading books and i love writing!!!! and that's me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and since i don't know how to do that whole tagging thing i'm not going to! lol&lt;br /&gt;And i hope this all made sense cause it's late and the computer screen is just a little blury....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-9056659553494473000?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/9056659553494473000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=9056659553494473000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/9056659553494473000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/9056659553494473000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-in-nutshell.html' title='Me in a nutshell!'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-8126789066926808036</id><published>2008-03-02T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:17:31.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Boarding... me???</title><content type='html'>(This is for all you who want me to write more... lol) Ok so ever since i was in high school i've had the life long goal to never ever under any circumstances go snow boarding or skiing. First of all i think it's plain dumb... and second i just hate the snow. Plus living only a half hour from targhee made me really want to reach this goal. Well..... i failed! I'll admit it! Yesterday i went snowboarding!!!! I seriously do not know what got into me! Strapping a board to your feet and sliding down a mountain on snow sounds absolutely ludicrous! But I did it. And as you can see i'm still alive to tell about it!&lt;br /&gt;      So anyway my roommate called me yesterday and was like hey let's go snowboarding with my boyfriend and his roommate (who is my other roommates boyfriend). So i was crazy and said yes. So after driving up to kelly canyon we rented our snow board and boots and then got ready to go up the mountain. Ok time out! Has anyone ever told you how the chair lift works??? Well you have to hurry and get in front of the chair with your snow board attached to one foot then the chair comes behind you and scoops you up!!!! It's scarier than heck!!! Luckily i had one of the guys with me. Thanks to him i didn't die, i clung to him for dear life. Then we got to the top (scary theme music) and you have to board down a hill to get off chair... we were holding on to each other and went down the tiny hill and fell in a mess at the bottom! I had the wind knocked out of me. lol. anyway from there we had to go down the mountain!!!! I was shaking like crazy but i couldn't just stay at the top so the boy that was helping me pretty much dragged me down the mountain but by the time i got to the bottom i was doing ok! then i went up again ( i only went up half way). This time i almost survived the chair lift and i made it down the mountain by myself (with the help of the guys in on the chair lift above me cheering me on). Then finally i was just about to the bottom again and i biffed it! I fell face forward in front of everyone at the bottom. It was so embarrassing! But i got right back up and went up the mountain one final time. This time i was at the very top again. After a little help to get over the top edge i went down the entire mountain by myself!!! It was so amazing and i can totally see now why people become ski bums! That is now my future goal in life! To become a board bum! The guys i was with were totally shocked at how well i was doing and i was too. But i did have a few really hard falls and almost crashed into a tree and some how i kept going backwards down the mountain... but i am alive! And i am so going again!&lt;br /&gt;       Let me just add this.... i can barely move today! I'm sore in places i didn't even know existed! I have a bruise on my back and i have to sit in one spot and not move... but it was worth it! I would like to declare to the world that snow boarding is the best sport ever!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-8126789066926808036?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/8126789066926808036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=8126789066926808036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/8126789066926808036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/8126789066926808036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-boarding-me.html' title='Snow Boarding... me???'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897422486111329005.post-3888150016064406225</id><published>2007-12-12T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:29:27.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saran Wrap, Vaseline, &amp; Chalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2CX9CI-teI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tInZQSAvONs/s1600-h/Party+and+Pranks+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143277849259455970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2CX9CI-teI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tInZQSAvONs/s320/Party+and+Pranks+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2CReyI-tdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XkSy3-s4ioY/s1600-h/Party+and+Pranks+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143270732498646482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2CReyI-tdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XkSy3-s4ioY/s320/Party+and+Pranks+029.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saran Wrap, Vaseline, &amp;amp; Chalk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt; in pulling off an awesome prank! Serenity and I had gathered 2500 square feet of saran wrap, a small bottle of vaseline, and last but not least sidewalk chalk. Thanks to Joe we had some pretty good ideas of how to get revenge on a couple guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story goes, Serenity (my accomplice) picked me up around 11:30 pm last night. We quickly drove to our intended targets house! Lucky for us they live together in their bachelor pad. Despite the 0 degree weather we were pretty psyched to pull this prank on them. Needless to say they totally deserved it! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we neared their house Serenity turned off her car lights and pulled into the driveway. We sat quietly for a few minutes before grabbing the supplies out of the back seat. Then it began. We ran through the snow to our first victim's car... hyrum's work truck. (mwahahaha!) First we pulled out the vaseline and wiped a whole bunch under is door handle (joe's idea). Next we wrapped box after box of saran wrap around the outside of his truck. Then finally I grabbed the chalk and attempted to draw circles around his tires so that he'd look like an idiot driving down the road, (also joe's idea) unfortuantly it didn't work cause the tires had a layer of frost on them. dang it! oh well... next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Serenity and I moved on to James' car. It was more of a challenge for us because it was closer to the house then Hyrum's truck had been. But it also made it more exciting! The snow crunched so loudly under our feet as we ran around his car time after time with the saran wrap that i was sure they'd hear us! Luckily they didn't and we had the time of our lives wrapping up pretty much his entire car! As we finished we ran back to our car dropping supplies along the way. And of course we couldn't leave without a few pictures so Serenity pulled up next to James' car and I dashed out and took a few pictures. Then I dove into the car and yelled at Serenity to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end of our prank, and unfortunatley they know it was us who attacked them! Shoot! Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897422486111329005-3888150016064406225?l=bluebabe88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/feeds/3888150016064406225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897422486111329005&amp;postID=3888150016064406225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/3888150016064406225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897422486111329005/posts/default/3888150016064406225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebabe88.blogspot.com/2007/12/saran-wrap-vaseline-chalk.html' title='Saran Wrap, Vaseline, &amp; Chalk'/><author><name>BlueBabe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15701749810774730099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2HnqYNvinI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3Z2cMu1w8tM/S220/Fun+Pics+039.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvFaJik8HRk/R2CX9CI-teI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tInZQSAvONs/s72-c/Party+and+Pranks+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
