<?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-19875234</id><updated>2012-02-12T18:23:14.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8034398085037918203</id><published>2010-09-08T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:33:00.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hi</title><content type='html'>remember that one time i had a blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8034398085037918203?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8034398085037918203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8034398085037918203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8034398085037918203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8034398085037918203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-hi.html' title='oh hi'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3787174454927198322</id><published>2010-03-03T10:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:03:18.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Immunity!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick...again. Seriously though, my immune system must not exist. I've heard that stress can cause your immune system to weaken and I guess I've had my fair share of stress over the last few years and am feeling especially stressed right now, but there's only so much sickness a girl can handle! I've even been taking vitamins lately! I feel like it's either one thing or the other. And right now, it's the body aches and sore throat.  It sucks because being sick is only causing me to stress more!! I cannot miss school(tests, presentations, and papers), so I am missing work which leads to less money, which is a huge stressor right now in my life. It's so frustrating. I need a freakin' break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3787174454927198322?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3787174454927198322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3787174454927198322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3787174454927198322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3787174454927198322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-want-immunity.html' title='I Want Immunity!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2861941058552159583</id><published>2010-02-21T22:28:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:49:53.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling like I'm in need of a vacation lately. Unfortunately, I don't have the time, nor the money. So I'm stuck looking through pictures of vacations from the past. Some which I have mentioned I would dedicate posts to and never have. So while these pictures aren't exactly what I promised, at least it's something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Key West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I realize the trip I took back there was 2 years ago but oh well.)&lt;/span&gt; I'll admit it. Sometimes I creep on the current Del Sol girls Facebook pictures and it makes me miss Key West a lot. I wish I could go back and do it again and make sure I didn't miss out on anything. Truthfully, I think it comes down to me needing to live in a sunny place near a beach. Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXCfgzvhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q92L_asvirI/s1600-h/n17803783_32726444_9336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXCfgzvhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q92L_asvirI/s320/n17803783_32726444_9336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440936631403265554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXXLkNSpI/AAAAAAAAAms/OyDz70-A9mI/s1600-h/n17803783_34666172_5684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXXLkNSpI/AAAAAAAAAms/OyDz70-A9mI/s320/n17803783_34666172_5684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440936986826066578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXf-j7uSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/E9DRQccqXdc/s1600-h/n17803783_34666191_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXf-j7uSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/E9DRQccqXdc/s320/n17803783_34666191_1120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440937137954076962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXKcXXEnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/XbFZaX_Ri34/s1600-h/n17803783_34666166_3908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXKcXXEnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/XbFZaX_Ri34/s320/n17803783_34666166_3908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440936767997284978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IaMew4m1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/mCEG3WbEG58/s1600-h/sunset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IaMew4m1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/mCEG3WbEG58/s320/sunset1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440940101535832914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Washington D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this place. I did post about the trip so I won't say much but I definitely hope this wasn't my last time there. I'll make sure of it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4Iao7CccBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7e2fdjiaGFM/s1600-h/n17803783_37376539_4579723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4Iao7CccBI/AAAAAAAAAoM/7e2fdjiaGFM/s320/n17803783_37376539_4579723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440940590162014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IYCBzyk5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/V4Xfo_A5z-I/s1600-h/Picture+622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IYCBzyk5I/AAAAAAAAAnE/V4Xfo_A5z-I/s320/Picture+622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440937722941445010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IbURyBA9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/nCVN6uIuSfk/s1600-h/n17803783_37376544_2319207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IbURyBA9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/nCVN6uIuSfk/s320/n17803783_37376544_2319207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440941335001498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IYYvK8l8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r5KjPPZzkCs/s1600-h/Picture+474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IYYvK8l8I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r5KjPPZzkCs/s320/Picture+474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440938113075288002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time in NYC. I absolutely love that city and would love to be able to make this trip a yearly thing. We crammed a lot into a few days but it was so worth it.&lt;br /&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/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IYo-HAPVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PWDDAH_wVb8/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IYo-HAPVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PWDDAH_wVb8/s320/Picture+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440938391963188562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bartering on Canal Street. Next time I'll take some cash with me...&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IY6Z0p87I/AAAAAAAAAnc/N3Tlt4VRWC0/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IY6Z0p87I/AAAAAAAAAnc/N3Tlt4VRWC0/s320/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440938691460199346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, Felicity anyone??&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/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZH3XgMBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Fd0BjSY6jQs/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZH3XgMBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Fd0BjSY6jQs/s320/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440938922729287698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Central Park bright and early at 6 in the morning. Amazing.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZUhMLWiI/AAAAAAAAAns/R09anGXlGBY/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZUhMLWiI/AAAAAAAAAns/R09anGXlGBY/s320/Picture+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440939140114504226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yankees vs. Red Sox game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZgV66sUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wuZ5mj9zsRU/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZgV66sUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/wuZ5mj9zsRU/s320/Picture+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440939343247749442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IhLGHnS9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/MQrAbBYkYcQ/s1600-h/5780_681603369399_17803783_38401562_3873879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IhLGHnS9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/MQrAbBYkYcQ/s320/5780_681603369399_17803783_38401562_3873879_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440947774321806290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who know me, baseball is not my favorite sport. If I'm forced to go to a game, I like to show up at about the 5th inning. THIS GAME WENT 15 INNINGS LONG PEOPLE. But I'll be honest, I loved it. It was a lot of fun being there for this game between these huge rivals. I cheered for the Yankees and I fell in love with Johnny Damon.  And I'm a fan now and totally cheered them on to win the World Series. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZ5wF8idI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Y_MMr4kTzbo/s1600-h/Picture+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IZ5wF8idI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Y_MMr4kTzbo/s320/Picture+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440939779770059218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our last day there I had a couple hours by myself in the city because my flight left later than everyone elses. I spent the day in Central Park. The difference between Central Park at 6:00 am and 3:00 on a sunny afternoon? Oh, just about a million people. I loved Central Park. Absolutely loved it. All around it was just an awesome time and that city is amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2861941058552159583?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2861941058552159583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2861941058552159583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2861941058552159583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2861941058552159583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/travels.html' title='Travels'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/S4IXCfgzvhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Q92L_asvirI/s72-c/n17803783_32726444_9336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8244963742705723280</id><published>2010-01-03T21:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:19:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I'm fascinated by murder and crime. I just am. Not in the way that I want to do it, obviously. But I love watching TV shows that are all about that sort of stuff. Especially if it's based on a true story. I will always jump on the internet immediately after watching something like that and look up more details on the story. I recently watched a movie with Tupac in it and while the movie wasn't about him or anything like that, I became extremely fascinated with him and his life. And especially his murder. So I've added all these documentaries about him to my Netflix queue and have been reading up on him on the internet. He was an interesting person, that's for sure. And it's sad that his life was cut short. Anyway, I don't really have a point to this post but I think that his song "Changes" is probably one of my favorite songs. I can listen to it over and over again.  Take a listen if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeMKM-eQPB4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeMKM-eQPB4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/19875234-8244963742705723280?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8244963742705723280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8244963742705723280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8244963742705723280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8244963742705723280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1651117753360583428</id><published>2009-12-23T12:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:27:16.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear so and so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not going to pretend that I didn't copy this idea from someone else. I totally did. You'll get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dear facebook privacy change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i like you. people still can't see my profile but it seems like nobody else has realized they aren't private anymore making my fb stalking much easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear christmas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i had more money to spend on you for my family this year. regardless, i'm still excited for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear friday night lights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me happy. very happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear creepers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do you always manage to find me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop being so nice to the creepers. you're not helping the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear utah jazz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our relationship is on thin ice after that maynor trade. i'm really mad at you right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear girli'venevermetbutjustdon'tlike,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just don't like you. plain and simple. you bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear jersey shore(the show, not the place),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're probably the most ridiculous show i've ever watched. but i secretly love you. guido fist pump!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't and won't ever like you. and i can't wait to never have to see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear reggie bush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you're dating a whore. but i still like you and just looking at your face makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear couples on facebook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a time and a place to express your "feelings" for each other and facebook statuses are not it. please, spare the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear 2010,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i beg you to be better than 2009. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear dillon, tx,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i could pick any town to live in, real or fictional, i would pick you. especially if it came with a legal tim riggins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear family and friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a merry christmas and a happy new year! love you all!&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/19875234-1651117753360583428?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1651117753360583428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1651117753360583428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1651117753360583428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1651117753360583428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-so-and-so.html' title='dear so and so...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3258006202945582006</id><published>2009-12-15T21:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:28:01.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Syk0bS367WI/AAAAAAAAAmM/L359JY_es-8/s1600-h/n17803783_30349966_6200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Syk0bS367WI/AAAAAAAAAmM/L359JY_es-8/s400/n17803783_30349966_6200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415917670417231202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care what any of you think about your own dads. Mine is, hands down, the greatest there ever was! Happy Birthday Dad. I love you so so so much and will be lucky if I find someone even half as great as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. This is a REALLY old picture of us but I couldn't find any others of us together.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3258006202945582006?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3258006202945582006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3258006202945582006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3258006202945582006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3258006202945582006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Syk0bS367WI/AAAAAAAAAmM/L359JY_es-8/s72-c/n17803783_30349966_6200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-9106612704965803979</id><published>2009-12-08T00:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:07:21.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you all know, I'm a big Jazz fan. I've been a fan my whole life. It's in my blood. I have specific memories of watching certain games when I was younger and have many memories throughout my years that involve the Jazz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I loved John and Karl. But my absolute favorite Jazz player growing up was Bryon Russell. I had a HUGE crush on him starting when I was really young.  I thought he was soooo hot (and he was). When I started Jr. Jazz, I wore number 3 just because that was Bryon's number. I used to cut out newspaper pictures of him and save them in a little box. It was like my first celebrity crush! It was always a dream of mine to meet him. Well tonight, a good 15 years later, that dream finally came true!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B-Russ was in town after he called out Michael Jordan to play him 1-on-1. I pretty much figured MJ wouldn't show up but knew Bryon was coming. His twitter told me so. :) There was no way I was going to miss this! Not even this deathly illness I've had for the past week could keep me from going. So I loaded up on the Lortab(bless this pill) and headed over to the Flash game. When I saw Bryon from a distance and it was like the 11 year old girl that cheered for him all those years ago just came right out! I was pretty much giddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the lame halftime show of them trying to fake everyone out with a MJ impersonator was over, he didn't come back out to his seat and I got so sad! Finally, he came back and Mele and I immediately moved closer so we could get a picture. During the 4th quarter he left and got stuck in the tunnel signing autographs for the kids (who probably weren't even alive to know who he was!). After the game we lingered to see if he'd come out and he didn't. Finally we walked over there and he was gone! We were both so disappointed. But I knew there was still a chance. I walked right into that tunnel like I belonged and there we came upon High Flyin' Bryon himself! We walked up to him and asked for a picture and told him we'd loved him since we were five. He was so nice! And seriously still looks so gooood. :) I even tweeted about meeting him and he tweeted back! haha. I think he loved me. Let this be a lesson to never give up on your childhood dreams. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sx4IAO04jmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/C6jnzfXHvlg/s1600-h/Bruss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sx4IAO04jmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/C6jnzfXHvlg/s400/Bruss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412772602218843746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-9106612704965803979?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9106612704965803979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=9106612704965803979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/9106612704965803979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/9106612704965803979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/childhood-dreams.html' title='Childhood Dreams'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sx4IAO04jmI/AAAAAAAAAmE/C6jnzfXHvlg/s72-c/Bruss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7387343983668355000</id><published>2009-11-19T15:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:20:36.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Douche Baggery</title><content type='html'>I have just got to get something off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Levi_Johnston"&gt;Levi Johnston&lt;/a&gt; live and in person, there is no doubt in my mind that I would "junk punch him all up in his man business. And then he would fall to the ground whaling and crying and saying "Whyyyy?". And then I'd look at him and say, "YOU KNOW WHY!'" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Okay, someone name the quote.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, he most definitely deserves to be junk punched. Who does this guy think he is anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has he done to deserve any sort of attention? Knocked up his girlfriend. That's it. That's the only reason he was ever talked about to begin with. Well congrats, ya douche bag. Now go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But go away he has not. He is milking this attention for all it's worth. Let me tell you something, Mr. Johnston. Nobody cares who you are. You are a nobody. You are not hot. Posing for Playgirl is not something to be proud of. Do you realize that straight girls don't even look at Playgirl? You're basically showing your goodies (which lets be honest, I doubt anyone really wants to see) for a bunch of gay guys. Seriously, shut up already. If anyone really cares what you think about the Palin's, well then they need to get a life. And it's not like I have any special love for them. But it's pretty apparent that you're basically talking crap about them just for attention. And it's getting old. And if I have to see your ugly face one more time on any sort of entertainment blog, news site, tv channel, etc., I think I may puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STFU and GO AWAY! You're a giant tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7387343983668355000?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7387343983668355000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7387343983668355000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7387343983668355000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7387343983668355000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/douche-baggery.html' title='Douche Baggery'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-5583850242647085840</id><published>2009-10-20T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:48:53.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so I never blog these days. But here's another brain dump...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realize my trip to NYC was over 2 months ago. Let me just say this, I had an AMAZING time. I'm obsessed with that place and would move there in a heartbeat if I could ever afford it. One day I will. I'll post about it soon (hopefully?). In the meantime, checkout Tawny's &lt;a href="http://tawnylarsen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-be-part-of-it.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about our trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelli gets married on Friday. So weird! But I'm so excited for her! She is going to be a beautiful bride and the wedding will be gorgeous! Speaking of, I just got back from her bachelorette party. In other words, I just gave my younger sister some hot lingerie and lube. That just ain't right, people. haha. But no, it's going to be an amazing day and I can't wait!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This past week I went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.paranormalactivity-movie.com/trailer.html"&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/a&gt;. Hands down, scariest movie I've ever seen. And I'm not one to really get scared by movies. I mean, yeah, during the movies I usually curse myself for being there because it causes me intense anxiety waiting for the next thing to pop out at me but I have never been affected by a movie after the fact. But the night we saw Paranormal Activity, Mele and I had to actually share a bed because we were too scared to sleep alone. No random noise in the house will ever be the same again. And that's serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes people make fun of me because I'm on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/taramarie10"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, but it has certainly been good to me! This last week we got free Jazz tickets just because we follow the Jazz on there! It was awesome. It was just a pre-season game so there wasn't a ton of people at the game and we totally sat on the 4th row! And, get this, Deron Williams totally waved at us! haha. So what if we yelled at him like a bunch of fan girls? Getting a wave from him was still awesome.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So lately I've been wanting to delete some friends on Facebook. They're actually people I would probably never delete but some of the things they post just makes me want to immediately click the "Remove from friends" button. Not like the stuff is inappropriate or anything because let's be serious, people would probably delete me from their friends for that before I'd would. It's more just stuff I don't ever want to see. And it's just so tempting to click that one button when it's right there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right now it's football season and I'm loving it. But it's the perfect time of year because basketball season is starting up too! BYU football has been sort of a let down this year besides the big win over Oklahoma but I'm looking forward to the college basketball season. And especially for the Jazz. This time though, I'm trying to uninvest myself emotionally before the season starts so I don't get disappointed as easily. Yeah, right. We'll see how that goes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to take a trip somewhere sunny. Anyone got any good ideas? Whether it be a cruise, back to Key West for a visit, or hell, why not Hawaii? I just want to go on a fun vacation where I can just relax by the beach for a week straight! So I've decided to start putting some money away and saving up. Starting next paycheck... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last thing...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to this song. I'm totally loving it right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6SEsFIqoGXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6SEsFIqoGXU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/19875234-5583850242647085840?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5583850242647085840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=5583850242647085840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5583850242647085840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5583850242647085840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-hey.html' title='Oh Hey...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8740391488208238641</id><published>2009-08-03T11:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:26:47.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I {heart} NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Snccy8pA8aI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XmTKePPRz-8/s1600-h/NewYorkCity_LadyLiberty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Snccy8pA8aI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XmTKePPRz-8/s400/NewYorkCity_LadyLiberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365789142632427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 more days until my trip. I really am so excited!! If I can somehow swindle a way into staying there you can bet I'll try.  Maybe I'll find some rich Sugar Daddy while I'm out there. ;) If you want some live updates you can follow my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/taramarie10"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; account as I'm sure I'll be tweeting and "twitpic"-ing the whole time. Just try not to get jealous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* I am shamelessly stealing these pics from the e-mails Tawny keeps sending me about the trip.  This one is currently my desktop background at work&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8740391488208238641?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8740391488208238641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8740391488208238641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8740391488208238641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8740391488208238641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heart-ny.html' title='I {heart} NY'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Snccy8pA8aI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XmTKePPRz-8/s72-c/NewYorkCity_LadyLiberty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-6025860619980431621</id><published>2009-07-28T10:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:46:43.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>So, I realize it's been a while but you can probably tell by the lack of posts how busy I've been and how much I need to catch up on.... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like that's how boring my life has been lately. Yep, this summer has really not been that exciting. Here's a short update though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister got engaged!! So what if she's only 19, right? That's normal around here! ;) She's going to marry Robbie, who we love, so we're very happy for them. She found a BEAUTIFUL wedding dress last night. Can't wait for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be leaving for here next Wednesday: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sm8-K0SfKbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PoAFZuv-kIg/s1600-h/nycpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sm8-K0SfKbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PoAFZuv-kIg/s320/nycpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363574036777347506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I'll be NYC bound with my favorite traveling buddy &lt;a href="http://www.tawnylarsen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tawny&lt;/a&gt;! We certainly love our spontaneous trips.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tawny e-mailed me a list of things we're going to do while we're there and I keep reading it because I'm so excited! I'm most excited for Central Park(I didn't quite make it there the last time),  Broadway shows, and the Yankees/Red Sox game. Well, more like everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which brings me to my next point-- I'm torn on what to wear to the big game! I'm not a huge baseball fan but I love a good rivalry. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sm9R5hlICvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pklnk3-AMqg/s1600-h/yanksox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sm9R5hlICvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pklnk3-AMqg/s200/yanksox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363595729930029810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tawny is a HUGE Yankees fan but I sorta feel like I should rep the brother who's out in Boston and wear some Red Sox gear. I'm kinda scared though...mostly of Tawny. We'll see. I'm sure I'll be back with a post with LOTS of pictures! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of Tyler, I miss him! He's doing great out in Boston though and I know he's an awesome missionary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My roommates and I found a townhouse in South Provo that I can't wait to move in to. Mostly because I'm sick of my current disgusting apartment. I keep finding bugs in my room and it's grossing me out! It'll be so nice to be somewhere that is actually nice and it's only like 1 minute away from work. So that'll be really convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Honestly, that's about all I got right now. Told ya, life isn't too exciting right now. But at least I've got next week to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-6025860619980431621?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6025860619980431621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=6025860619980431621&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6025860619980431621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6025860619980431621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sm8-K0SfKbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PoAFZuv-kIg/s72-c/nycpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3617934546502697681</id><published>2009-05-21T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:39:28.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to D.C.</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, in March I flew back East and got to visit our Nation's Capital and hang out with my cousins. I had an absolute blast. It was exactly what I needed. Tawny came along and we got to re-live a lot of the memories we created together when we went our Sophomore year of high school with Mr. Miner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I could go into detail about a lot of what we did and I do have a ton of pictures from the trip but mostly, I don't feel like boring you with minor details. Although, I'm not so sure it would be boring, as all my trips are awesome. I'll try and make it as painless as possible for you though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawny and I arrived in D.C. at 7:30 am. We then had to take a shuttle to our hotel in Oxon Hill, Maryland. We arrived there safely and found our hotel(which we were only staying in for one night). We were extremely tired and ugly(at least I was -- bangs do NOT travel well) but didn't want to waste any time. We took a quick power nap and headed for the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327401731413400402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se67piCyW1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/qgE_I8oQ2d8/s320/n17803783_37376523_906663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From our hotel, we had to take a bus to the metro station. Neither of us had ever taken the bus before. As in the bus provided for public transportation. We were in for quite the adventure. Little did we realize when we booked our hotel in Oxon Hill that we would be the only white people for like a mile. That's probably a lie, but you get my drift. If you know me at all, you'll know that I didn't mind that one bit! ;) But it did result in a lot of stares when we boarded the bus from well, basically everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first day was beautiful and we went to all the Smithsonian Museums. Seriously, I loved them. All of them. I know which one was Tawny's favorite and that was the American Indian museum. We tried to figure out what tribe she is from but didn't have much success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327402045531053586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se6770ORXhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/HBsgWCc1gNY/s320/n17803783_37376525_3488347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of me at the notorious Wok 'N Roll in Chinatown. When we went to DC in high school we ate at this place and decided to try and find it this time when we went back. It was fun to re-live some of the memories we had from our first trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327402708637113298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se68iafE29I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xcfIsK2K-mM/s320/n17803783_37376532_7765727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327402858516486754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se68rI1GmmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/kKrBPYET9v8/s320/n17803783_37376539_4579723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the capital behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327403998323021986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se69te8KGKI/AAAAAAAAAh0/56GWZXS3V-Q/s320/n17803783_37376544_2319207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327406364523914194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se6_3NuaY9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/KSg6nHQiqjc/s320/n17803783_37376552_5745797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It felt like we walked for miles and miles. By the end of the trip, my feet were numb. We walked up and down the National Mall, multiple times. We visited all the monuments and memorials. They're all so beautiful. I loved seeing the WWII Memorial (you can see it at the end of the reflection pool behind our heads). It was under construction the first time we went so it was fun to see it all complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327407298108316882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 248px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se7AtjmR3NI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IbVreSP0-gE/s320/n17803783_37376570_6340800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327407929492040594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 254px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se7BSTr465I/AAAAAAAAAic/0aRXywO1gOM/s320/n17803783_37376731_4971939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327407006610424850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se7AclrxBBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UygSJgtxhVU/s320/n17803783_37376554_8026053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Typical DC picture, I know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVxgQYB_7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/XX6yLrTaCRg/s1600-h/n17803783_37376746_7906258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVxgQYB_7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/XX6yLrTaCRg/s320/n17803783_37376746_7906258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338297732283105202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent one day in Georgetown and I loved it! It's probably my new favorite place. The building above is on campus at the University. Isn't it so beautiful? Who wouldn't love to go to school in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVxtrRjuQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Q2fAXXp07i8/s1600-h/n17803783_37407917_7079025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVxtrRjuQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Q2fAXXp07i8/s320/n17803783_37407917_7079025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338297962842011906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lot of great shopping there and Tawny and I did a lot more walking. But it was worth it. There was a canal that we walked up and down with beautiful houses and buildings lining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVxnJaqPCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/omzbIPCMLn0/s1600-h/n17803783_37376747_7181867.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/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVxnJaqPCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/omzbIPCMLn0/s320/n17803783_37376747_7181867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338297850674166818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell in love with all the colorful houses in the town. They're so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we really loved when we went in high school was Mt. Vernon. We decided that we wanted to check it out again. We hopped in the car with the trustworthy GPS system (a HUGE thanks to my aunt and uncle for this. It was a life saver!!) and headed off in the direction we thought was Mt. Vernon. We were wrong. The GPS system wasn't, we were. We didn't have an exact address so we stupidly thought we could type in a general one and we got completely lost. We ended up in Middleburg, VA. The drive was actually really, really beautiful so we didn't really mind the detour.&lt;br /&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/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVyJL98h0I/AAAAAAAAAks/gnKE8C9lSdU/s1600-h/n17803783_37376750_1267101.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/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVyJL98h0I/AAAAAAAAAks/gnKE8C9lSdU/s320/n17803783_37376750_1267101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338298435474589506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us in Middleburg, VA.&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/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVyU9wwqKI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9Pyr7hTfzzE/s1600-h/n17803783_37376751_2406912.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/_g18mH23aHHA/ShVyU9wwqKI/AAAAAAAAAk0/9Pyr7hTfzzE/s320/n17803783_37376751_2406912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338298637819619490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally made it to Mt. Vernon and it was even better than I remembered. We walked the grounds of George Washington's home and it was gorgeous. It's pretty amazing to walk where so much history has taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327407568234444002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se7A9R5XdOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MwaFyzuM4XQ/s320/n17803783_37376729_5507005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In George Washington's woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327409006195060770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se7CQ-t5MCI/AAAAAAAAAis/HhWHs36PPK4/s320/n17803783_37376738_4149460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327408886262427010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se7CJ_7ubYI/AAAAAAAAAik/NMRqSJdW9Wg/s320/n17803783_37376737_4533588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We really wanted to be able to visit the Washington, D.C. temple. I wasn't sure we would have time but luckily on Sunday after church (where Tawny bravely wore her jeans), we were able to go walk around the temple grounds. It's my favorite temple and I was so glad we made it there. It is so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Washington, D.C. is probably one of my favorite cities. It was such an awesome trip. I only wish there would have been more time to spend with my cousins and aunt and uncle. They were so great and accommodating and we really appreciated that! We did get to drive down through Virginia with them to their home in Chesapeake which was fun. I actually really enjoyed the drive. The country out there is so beautiful and if I ended up out there, I think I'd really love it. There are so many trees and I love that! I can't wait to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3617934546502697681?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3617934546502697681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3617934546502697681&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3617934546502697681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3617934546502697681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-dc.html' title='Trip to D.C.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Se67piCyW1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/qgE_I8oQ2d8/s72-c/n17803783_37376523_906663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3964321891663124816</id><published>2009-05-11T13:30:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:35:11.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boston, GET READY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many of you know that my "little" brother, Tyler, is leaving on his mission this week for Boston, Massachusetts. I am so excited for him. He is going to be an INCREDIBLE missionary. I say "little" because he passed me in height by almost a foot a good 5 years ago.&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/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiCtlrsfrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/rHIcng9Tfd0/s1600-h/Tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiCtlrsfrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/rHIcng9Tfd0/s320/Tyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334657478341459634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ty and Kelli when they were babies. I love them more now than I did then...One time I poked them with forks!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiDhzzukSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/37waJerH28w/s1600-h/Tyler3.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/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiDhzzukSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/37waJerH28w/s320/Tyler3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334658375486443810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This would be more how I know them now. Us Davies ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ve a great skill -- we can win any Ugliest Face Contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiEJx1-gKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/WeTTqVEx1uw/s1600-h/Tyler4.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/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiEJx1-gKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/WeTTqVEx1uw/s320/Tyler4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334659062153773218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty and I have always gotten along pretty great. We've always had a common interest in sports. I'll miss being able to text him during or after a game!!&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/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiEkiecA8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/B0s_qNILaDc/s1600-h/Tyler6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiEkiecA8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/B0s_qNILaDc/s320/Tyler6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334659521884980162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiEpgRNQTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Pkc363KXe6Y/s1600-h/Tyler7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiEpgRNQTI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Pkc363KXe6Y/s320/Tyler7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334659607191961906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy kid cut himself a mohawk a little while back. I secretly loved it. Haha. Tyler has always had the greatest sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiItNMiOyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/n8dlBYTHGEk/s1600-h/Tyler10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiItNMiOyI/AAAAAAAAAkM/n8dlBYTHGEk/s400/Tyler10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334664068838079266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiIMY31ChI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cQmfNEHyEFg/s1600-h/Tyler8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiIMY31ChI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cQmfNEHyEFg/s320/Tyler8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334663505036773906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look how cute he is! One day some girl is going to be very, very lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, I love you and am going to miss you so much! I don't think it's hit me yet and I'm not looking forward to Wednesday at the MTC. The people of Boston better get ready. Especially The Big 3! :) You're gonna be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3964321891663124816?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3964321891663124816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3964321891663124816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3964321891663124816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3964321891663124816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-boston-get-ready.html' title='Hey Boston, GET READY!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SgiCtlrsfrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/rHIcng9Tfd0/s72-c/Tyler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2668735222222944010</id><published>2009-04-08T16:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:03:04.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Summer Yet?</title><content type='html'>Summer is just around the corner and I'm getting excited. Here are some things that would make me happy this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to Disneyland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bike. Preferably a Beach Cruiser that I can take on leisurely bike rides whenever I get bored, which in Provo, is often. I like this one:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sd--5tHcTLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WENuoAGZ2Ys/s1600-h/Bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sd--5tHcTLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WENuoAGZ2Ys/s200/Bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323183183147846834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A trip to the beach. Or multiple trips. This can be combined with my trip to Disneyland. I'm flexible like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of sunny days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tubing down the Provo River. This time with a film crew following to catch all the amazingness that goes on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To catch up/re-watch some great TV shows such as Felicity, LOST, ER, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEW CLOTHES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hot, rich boy to keep me company. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy access to a pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of trips to the movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nice tan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weekend vacations away from Provo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2668735222222944010?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2668735222222944010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2668735222222944010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2668735222222944010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2668735222222944010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-summer-yet.html' title='Is it Summer Yet?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Sd--5tHcTLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WENuoAGZ2Ys/s72-c/Bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1396032859720960080</id><published>2009-03-13T14:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:09:24.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Response</title><content type='html'>Dear Tawny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to your &lt;a href="http://tawnylarsen.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-respond.html"&gt;question&lt;/a&gt;, the answer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/span&gt;. I've wanted to go back ever since we had the time of our lives in that lovely city 7 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only request is that we please go &lt;a href="http://www.mnh.si.edu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbrJNrS8XmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Cw68WDqA9zg/s1600-h/NMH.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/_g18mH23aHHA/SbrJNrS8XmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Cw68WDqA9zg/s320/NMH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312779947234582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for the invite. See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. And we get to see my adorable new cousins!! Seriously, is it Tuesday yet??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1396032859720960080?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1396032859720960080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1396032859720960080&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1396032859720960080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1396032859720960080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-response.html' title='My Response'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbrJNrS8XmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Cw68WDqA9zg/s72-c/NMH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-9037034095775064376</id><published>2009-03-07T15:11:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:42:38.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougartown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday Mele, Brooke, and I woke up bright and early (actually it was still dark) at 6:00 AM and joined all the ZOOBS who'd been camping out for the BYU/Utah basketball game that started at 3. Some people had been camping there since Monday and although we love our Cougs, I much prefer the comfort of my ow&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLxpF3Sc4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/rFgKqDizSeo/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n bed. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLx22huApI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0JA1XrOxeW0/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310575191340948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLz__jhGuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bNHti5WsuIg/s320/Picture+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310575289212106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbL0FsJ0d_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/guXT0DPrevA/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We brought tons of blankets, sleeping bags, a propane heater, and I literally had 7 layers of clothing on. It was freezing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLyJOYX9hI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PT39cEW7R_0/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310573150916310546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLyJOYX9hI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PT39cEW7R_0/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were all going on 2 hours of sleep so we tried to get as much rest as we could (none) while we waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310573726842072658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLyqv3xrlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/9sHDQNxvvRI/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Later some more friends joined us. Conveniently just in time to go into the game...(I'm still waiting for my present that you all owe me). The game was awesome and luckily BYU came out on top so all the waiting was worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-9037034095775064376?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9037034095775064376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=9037034095775064376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/9037034095775064376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/9037034095775064376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/cougartown.html' title='Cougartown'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SbLz__jhGuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bNHti5WsuIg/s72-c/Picture+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7991880014651440756</id><published>2009-02-26T11:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:09:30.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I'm still sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or sick again. The symptoms have totally changed from my last &lt;a href="http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-it.html"&gt;sick post&lt;/a&gt; though. I threw up on Sunday and have felt pretty nauseated ever since. It gets real bad sometimes and other times, it's not as bad and I think I'm getting better. I have absolutely no appetite but then I get so hungry I have to eat something. And then I just start to feel sick again. I haven't gone to the doctor or anything because I keep expecting it all to go away! It's pretty miserable though, no doubt about that. I can't even remember the last time I actually felt normal and healthy! I think my body officially hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7991880014651440756?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7991880014651440756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7991880014651440756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7991880014651440756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7991880014651440756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-sick.html' title='Still Sick'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3353290778373516013</id><published>2009-02-19T10:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:01:21.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eff Provo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SZ2eRIFkZBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hUjsnJ_CCD0/s1600-h/DSCN0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304569953178117138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SZ2eRIFkZBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hUjsnJ_CCD0/s320/DSCN0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how I'm feeling right now. Someone get me out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3353290778373516013?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3353290778373516013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3353290778373516013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3353290778373516013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3353290778373516013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/eff-provo.html' title='Eff Provo'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SZ2eRIFkZBI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hUjsnJ_CCD0/s72-c/DSCN0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3098232116411083260</id><published>2009-02-18T11:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:54:10.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of It</title><content type='html'>Have any of you seen the Youtube video "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs"&gt;David After Dentist&lt;/a&gt;"? Well that is how I felt most of yesterday. I don't know if it was due to the drugs that I took or because that's how my sickness made me feel but it was certainly an odd feeling all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling sick on Monday night. My body started aching but I wasn't sure if it was just because I'd spent the majority of my long weekend in bed. So I popped a few Ibuprofens and went about my ways. I couldn't sleep that night (something that is becoming more and more familiar) so at about 3 I finally just took some Tylenol PM and was able to fall asleep. I woke up yesterday and felt light headed, achey, and slightly nauseated. This upset me because I had fully planned on going to work and school all day. I made it to work and the feeling got worse and worse. I flinched everytime the phone rang because I just wanted to be in bed. And that's where I headed as soon as I got home. I fell asleep for about 3 1/2 hours and missed all of my classes. When I woke up, it was worse. I took some more medicine and tried to function normally. Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to go to the basketball game later that night after taking more drugs. Let me tell you, sitting in the student section was a bad idea. I wanted to kill everyone around me with their stupid whistles, yells, and cheering. I mostly just sat there. At one point I got upset about a call and stood up. Bad idea. I about passed right out. Then I continued to boo. Another bad idea. I sat back down. I had absolutely no energy. I decided to try taking some more drugs and get some sugar in me so I walked up the stairs to the concourse. Seriously, by the time I made it to the top, I felt like I had just climbed a huge mountain or something. I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at about 11 and I took some Tylenol PM, expecting it to kick in in about 30 minutes and I'd be out cold. I really shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. 12 rolled around and yeah, I felt pretty out of it but I couldn't sleep just yet. I layed in my bed trying to sleep but it just wasn't happening. Then I got the chills. I was so cold. I could not get warm for the life of me! I turned off my fan(which never happens), turned the heat up in the apartment, and added extra blankets but none of it helped! I was feverish and could feel how warm some parts of my body were so I tried to put my hands in those places. Nothing was working. I didn't want to look at the clock because I knew I'd just get pissed. Then I started to cry. I just wanted to sleep! It was the only relief I could get from all the pain and it wasn't happening. I contemplated getting in a warm shower but decided against it. Finally I sat on my floor with my blow dryer in hand and started using the heat to warm up my body. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a way to leave it on while I slept. So after about 20 minutes of the blow drying, I climbed back in bed. I then looked at the clock. It was 3. I wanted to die. I think I finally fell asleep after about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Tylenol PM not working. I woke up today and am feeling the same as I did yesterday. All achey, light headed, feverish, and now my throat hurts. Not to mention it is taking every ounce of energy that I have just to type this out. Mele suggested maybe I have mono. I certainly hope not. I have been getting sick a lot lately but I honestly think that my immune system just doesn't work anymore. Trying to self diagnose I looked up the symptoms for Mono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever? Check&lt;br /&gt;Chills? Check&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat? Check&lt;br /&gt;Swollen glands? Check&lt;br /&gt;Headache and body aches? Check&lt;br /&gt;Lack of energy? Check&lt;br /&gt;Loss of appetite? Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;found at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/infectious-mononucleosis-symptoms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WebMD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also feel like all those symptoms could go with the flu, which is what I think I do have. Who knows. All I know is I want to cry, sleep, and die all at the same time. That's how sick I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3098232116411083260?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3098232116411083260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3098232116411083260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3098232116411083260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3098232116411083260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/out-of-it.html' title='Out of It'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-5317400525558386230</id><published>2009-02-16T02:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:17:15.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meleemma.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jumping on the couch, both arms outstretched above her head, high pitched screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Running around the living room, yelling innappropriate things at a certain someone on the television, even adding a leg kick out of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Funniest night of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you one guess as to why this all happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-5317400525558386230?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5317400525558386230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=5317400525558386230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5317400525558386230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5317400525558386230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/pure-awesomeness.html' title='Pure Awesomeness'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-55978109838434046</id><published>2009-02-12T08:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:18:56.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spent</title><content type='html'>How am I supposed to function today going on less than 2 1/2 hours of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I choose not to function and go home and sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to lie, I'm leaning heavily(and so are my eyes) towards the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-55978109838434046?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/55978109838434046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=55978109838434046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/55978109838434046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/55978109838434046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/spent.html' title='Spent'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3762283510825829451</id><published>2009-02-11T13:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:58:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>Love this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBiGrHc0Xy4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBiGrHc0Xy4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have for a long time. Her whole album is pretty great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3762283510825829451?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3762283510825829451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3762283510825829451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3762283510825829451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3762283510825829451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8282098506064634642</id><published>2009-02-09T00:00:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:26:01.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to preface this post by saying that I reallly never win anything. I know everyone says that and everyone probably feels that way too, but for me it's true! I mean, as an example, just the other night I was at some dance and this shirt came flying towards me. I stupidly thought some lame guy had gotten too hot and took his shirt off and got rid of it so I just threw it back into the crowd. It wasn't until like 4 seconds later that I realized they were throwing out free t-shirts. I was upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, this post is a little bit overdue but better late than never, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So November 22nd, 2008, as some of you know was a very special night for me. It was the night of the Coldplay concert. I've loved them for years and so I was very excited for the concert. Kelli and I saw them a couple years ago in Vegas and we had an absolutely amazing time. I was just hoping that this night would be half as good as the first concert. Boy was I in for a pleasant surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300690725156576530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_WIVkqXRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7Man218JK2I/s320/Picture+0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posing with our new best friends, Marta and Stephanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the concert early enough to get our souvenirs. We waited in line and Tawny purchased a shirt while the rest of us poor students got some key chains and posters. Tawny immediatly put on her t-shirt and we headed up to our seats in the upper bowl. As we got right outside of our portal, two girls approached me and asked if they could talk to us for a second. I thought sure why not. As we called back to Tawny to come join us, I noticed that these girls were wearing official Viva La Vida tour shirts and they also had British accents. I thought they had to be legit. Stephanie and Marta asked to see our tickets. We handed over our tickets and they said, "Wow, you really paid that much to sit clear up here?" I immediately thought, "Um...yeah. It's freaking Coldplay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told us that they worked for the tour and wanted to play a game with us. At first we were a little sketched out but thought, eh, why not. The rules of the game were that all we had to do was give them our tickets, close our eyes, and put our hands out. In exchange they promised that they would put something in our hands that would be better than the tickets we gave them. I thought, well okay. Something in the lower bowl maybe, who knows. We agreed to play and handed over our tickets. Kelli, Tawny, Sarah, and I all closed our eyes and held out our hands. We all made sure to keep our eyes closed tightly so that there wasn't a chance of losing! They placed new tickets in our hands and said that on the count of 3, we could open our eyes and they would tell us where we were sitting. So they counted...1...2...3 "You're sitting on the 2nd row on the floor!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We freaked. And I mean freaked. I screamed "NO WAY!!" We all hugged each other, twice, three times. People stared and we screamed some more. We freaked all the way to our 2nd row seats, which just so happened to be right in the center of the stage as well. I honestly couldn't believe that this was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300693999783251170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_ZG8ggDOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Fp6QbJv_c0w/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rocking our new shirts from the 2nd row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300694371757194210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_ZcmN_--I/AAAAAAAAAeY/rXiGti9EWds/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got to our seats and looked around and this is basically what we saw. Suckers. :) But seriously, it was so surreal. The only thing I could compare it to was if this had happened to me when I was 12 at an 'Nsync concert. I seriously felt like a 12 year old girl again, minus the tears (although I'll be honest, I came close to shedding a tear). Sarah, Kelli and I decided that we needed to remember this night forever so we went out and got our own shirts. If it wasn't for Tawny's purchase to begin with, this wouldn't have happened so we figured we'd donate as much money to the cause as we could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We texted everyone we knew, updated Facebook statuses, and waited for Chris Martin to come out and make our year. And that he did. They put on an AWESOME performance that I would give anything to re-live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pics from the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696082507312546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_bALQnLaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uWpZ1Z0Qvl4/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300696288368982802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_bMKJ2-xI/AAAAAAAAAeo/a4zcCFk_mvM/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300700014887190786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_elEhCQQI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qvTb5KZbt5c/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300699741897865794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_eVLjTukI/AAAAAAAAAfY/451l1scjZKw/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my boyfriend Chris. He's seriously hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697043536957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_b4HX70OI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5XextsZVVb0/s320/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697325130947698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_cIgZLHHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5svjQZU8S3s/s320/Picture+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, that's how close we were. Yeah that's his happy trail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300697533791901842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_cUpt0mJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7QS8B3nQ47E/s320/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some videos as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ec9b9fdeb3150dc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ec9b9fdeb3150dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331392030%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74522104823BE3ED4D862BB14268262D62B3C4D2.370A65247FE3903CC8CDA6D60A28C7E98441EB5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ec9b9fdeb3150dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1zcXpSbXlGFCv1NuZBeqTtiPmg4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ec9b9fdeb3150dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331392030%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74522104823BE3ED4D862BB14268262D62B3C4D2.370A65247FE3903CC8CDA6D60A28C7E98441EB5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ec9b9fdeb3150dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1zcXpSbXlGFCv1NuZBeqTtiPmg4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have another one I wanted to post but will have to do it later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8282098506064634642?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ec9b9fdeb3150dc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d97d2875d9d9e5aa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8282098506064634642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8282098506064634642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8282098506064634642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8282098506064634642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SY_WIVkqXRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7Man218JK2I/s72-c/Picture+0411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-923292986465081820</id><published>2009-02-05T23:29:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:40:12.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've decided to start blogging again. I realize I have been a terrible blogger for a whlie now and I've decided to change. That's the first step, right? So until I find something to blog about, I'll just post some pics from some things I never wrote about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299573569414148082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SYveFUH6r_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/vx1UExcwKeE/s320/055_55-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chillin' by the crick in Torrey, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574218286304818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SYverFXGDjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/MEb0MRrhfUE/s320/DSCN10441-pola01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hanging out with Chasey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299585686734601314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SYvpGoqPfGI/AAAAAAAAAdc/YGxET6dFqoU/s320/n503939072_1221372_486-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;St. George&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got some bangs!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574447368555762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SYve4awjzPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Zrze771lPrs/s320/Picture+009-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before the BYU/Utah basketball game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh and only one of the best nights of my life! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299584365147662306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SYvn5tXXJ-I/AAAAAAAAAdU/eZQWTEuTU68/s320/Picture+0011-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Coldplay Concert. Which I do plan on dedicating an entire post to. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-923292986465081820?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/923292986465081820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=923292986465081820&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/923292986465081820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/923292986465081820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the Game'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SYveFUH6r_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/vx1UExcwKeE/s72-c/055_55-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7620253385506940850</id><published>2009-01-14T14:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:51:56.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panther Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally. My world is about to feel right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SW5dTSS9EHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VAnwFX9QvuE/s1600-h/TimRiggins13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SW5dTSS9EHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VAnwFX9QvuE/s320/TimRiggins13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291269198117146738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays are about to be the best day of the week again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panther football is back. Saracen is back. Coach Taylor is back. And best of all, my Timmy is back. Oh, how I've missed you.&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/19875234-7620253385506940850?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7620253385506940850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7620253385506940850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7620253385506940850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7620253385506940850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/panther-football.html' title='Panther Football'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SW5dTSS9EHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VAnwFX9QvuE/s72-c/TimRiggins13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8136335826298076826</id><published>2008-11-17T15:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:35:27.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days</title><content type='html'>What is possibly going to be the best night of my 2008 couldn't really come at a better time. Clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SSHwawG3UvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTgsAjtjoYQ/s1600-h/Coldplay-705392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SSHwawG3UvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTgsAjtjoYQ/s320/Coldplay-705392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269757381381149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days from now I will be taking in my 2nd Coldplay concert. The first one in Vegas was unforgettable and I can only imagine how great this one will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them. Love Chris Martin. Love the new album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that could really make the whole day great is a BYU win over Utah. I'm not holding my breath though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8136335826298076826?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8136335826298076826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8136335826298076826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8136335826298076826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8136335826298076826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-days.html' title='5 days'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SSHwawG3UvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WTgsAjtjoYQ/s72-c/Coldplay-705392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-731757741534152190</id><published>2008-11-14T15:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:39:26.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47 days</title><content type='html'>There are 47 days until this year is over. I will probably remember 2008 as being one of the worst years of my life. It sad to say, but it couldn't be more true. I've probably cried more this year than the past 5 years combined. And it's not over. I know that there's a chance I will probably cry a good 35 days of the 47 that are left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why all the things that have happened this year had to happen around the same time. Can't a girl catch a break? Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how people want to understand and be there for you but sometimes there really isn't anything that anyone can do. Sometimes life just sucks. It's basically impossible for anyone to ACTUALLY understand what it is that you are going through. They could think they understand because they had a similar situation but so what? There are so many factors that play into one's life that there is no way for anyone to really understand. And that sucks. You wish that someone could really empathize with you because then it might be a little easier but unfortunately, it's just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten to the point where I don't care what people think about the way I react to anything. They actually don't know anything about what is going on in my head or my life. They can think that I'm overreacting that I'm being dramatic, but that's where they are at fault. Even if they were my very best friend and were literally with me 24/7, they still wouldn't understand. Because it's not their life. If they think I am handling things the wrong way, I'd like to see them be me for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm going to continue being me. I'm going to continue to have breakdowns and just cry because that is what I need to do. My pillow is going to have mascara stains from crying my eyes out and I'm going to continue to wake up with migraines and swollen eyes from crying myself to sleep. I'm going to be sad because that is all I know how to be right now. Let me have that for 47 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come January 1, 2009, it's going to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Sorry about the dramatic post. I just needed to get it out in some way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-731757741534152190?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/731757741534152190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=731757741534152190&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/731757741534152190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/731757741534152190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/47-days.html' title='47 days'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3808808697048380235</id><published>2008-10-17T16:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:24:43.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.Link who tagged you: &lt;a href="http://another-peculiar-day.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List your quirks&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 6 other bloggers&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bite my fingernails, all the time. I've done it for as long as I can remember and I can't stop. It's just a bad, ugly habit that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate waiting for people. I really do. Like if I call you and tell you I'm coming to get you, that means you should probably be ready when I get there. Or at least tell me that you still need a few minutes. Also, if you tell me you're coming at a certain time and don't show up, it irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get way too into my sports teams. Mostly BYU Football and the Utah Jazz. I get so into it that it makes when they lose hurt that much worse. Like last week when BYU played like CRAP. I'm still not over it and probably won't be for a while. Sometimes I wonder if the heartache my teams cause me is worth it... Yes, it most definitely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love watching marathon television. Basically when there's a marathon on of a show that I love, I'll watch it. And this includes the marathons I provide for myself by watching these shows on DVD. Project Runway, Friday Night Lights, CSI, Law and Order, 24, etc. I just love me some good TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Wikipedia. As Michael Scott would say it's "the best thing ever. Anyone in the world can write anything they want about any subject. So you know you are getting the best possible information." :) I always reference it whenever I want to know anything about anything. I know that sometimes it's not always accurate but I still love to read what's on there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. I say that I love scary movies, but I don't think that I actually do. I get really excited to go see them and get really pumped up, but then I basically watch the entire movie with my hands covering my eyes and plugging my ears. Another thing about scary stuff though is that I hate Haunted Houses. I think they're gay and I don't ever get scared at them, so I guess that's kindof weird considering I get pretty scared in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I immediately change into comfy clothing when I get home from work/school. I hate wearing jeans all day so as soon as I walk in the door, I start unbuttoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I listen to music any time I can. I love having my ipod with me so I can throw in my earphones when I get the chance. Or at home I plug it into speakers. This has been a problem since I've recently lost my earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I never wash my face. Okay, that's untrue because I wash it when I shower. But I never wash it before bed or anything like that. Unless I shower right before bed, I always go to sleep with my makeup from the day still on. It's never caused me any sort of problems so if you think I'm gross, sorry. But an acne-less face without having to wash it is quite nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I swear way more than I should. Obviously, I should never swear and I wish I could say that was the case. Some of you know how often it really is but for those of you who don't, lets just say that it's more than never. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I tag Megan, Tawny, Tami(you know you want to blog), Amanda, Mele, and McKensie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3808808697048380235?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3808808697048380235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3808808697048380235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3808808697048380235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3808808697048380235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-780186763404293142</id><published>2008-10-15T09:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:37:27.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare Update</title><content type='html'>This will probably just make me sound a little bit pathetic but you know what, at this point I don't care what I sound and/or look like to anyone. I've been ill for a couple days now so I've had a lot of time to think and I've noticed that I've been thinking about my life in Facebook statuses lately. It's been a while since I posted so I thought I'd do some sort of "brain dump" in the form of Facebook statuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it says "Tara is going home so that her mom can nurse her back the health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara doesn't know why her body won't allow her to go to sleep before 2:00 a.m. these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is in desperate need of a vacation from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara thinks her love for Chris Brown is probably getting a bit unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara wishes she could go back and do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is stoked for the Jazz season to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is done caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara thinks that boys are stupid and is going to have to be content without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara wishes she had more motivation to go to the gym everyday. You'd think looking in the mirror everyday would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara realizes that she has been completely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is thinking that if she is 25 and going to a party in Provo she gives anyone permission to shoot her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara wishes she could afford to move out of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara wishes she could afford to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is secretly bitter that the New Kids on the Block comeback was received so well while BSB's wasn't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara needs a new job where she doesn't have to talk to idiots every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is super excited to go back to school full time. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara thinks David Archuleta's single is pretty catchy and secretly loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara hates rude people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is not going to vote for Obama just because it's "different" and "cool". In fact, she still doesn't know who she is going to vote for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara is in desperate need of new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara knows that only one person can really understand what she is going through but often times wishes more people could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara thinks Reggie Bush may be one of the most beautiful people alive. And hates that he's dating Kim Kardashian. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara feels like she needs a to take a "mental health month".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara hopes the BYU football team makes it to a BCS bowl and she can go to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-780186763404293142?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/780186763404293142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=780186763404293142&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/780186763404293142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/780186763404293142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/rare-update.html' title='A Rare Update'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-405453763601438909</id><published>2008-08-08T11:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:57:39.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8/8/08</title><content type='html'>Here are 8 things I'd rather be doing right now than sitting here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Things I could easily be doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;2. On a plane to anywhere outside of Utah. Okay, I could more easily be driving out of Utah but whatev.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching a sappy chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;4. Laying on my bed watching Law and Order: SVU (my new favorite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 things that I can fantasize about doing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting ready to go to the Opening Ceremonies in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laying out at the beach in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;3. Riding Splash Mountain at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoying myself on an African Safari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-405453763601438909?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/405453763601438909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=405453763601438909&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/405453763601438909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/405453763601438909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/8808.html' title='8/8/08'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3201730338342252574</id><published>2008-08-07T16:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:04:56.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't believe what I'm about to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you know me at all or have read this blog you will know that I LOVE this guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SJt43Jeso5I/AAAAAAAAATc/-qpuHvkB4FY/s1600-h/138823_m11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231908280953774994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SJt43Jeso5I/AAAAAAAAATc/-qpuHvkB4FY/s320/138823_m11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you know me at all, have read this blog, or have even brought up NBA basketball to me in a passing conversation, you will know that I absolutely depise this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SJt59Wn7IJI/AAAAAAAAATk/mrtSNTKe2co/s1600-h/idiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231909487072977042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SJt59Wn7IJI/AAAAAAAAATk/mrtSNTKe2co/s320/idiot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they are teammates: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231911555223525650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SJt71vFcGRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MZQ4yHEuJbw/s320/08_moly_team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Which means that I'm now being forced to cheer for Kobe. It pains me to say it, let alone do it, but I guess it's a must. Of course I want Deron to do well. And if that means throwing alleyoops to Kobe-freaking-Bryant, then I guess I have to do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't like it at all. Not one bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3201730338342252574?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3201730338342252574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3201730338342252574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3201730338342252574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3201730338342252574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-wont-believe-what-im-about-to-say.html' title='You won&apos;t believe what I&apos;m about to say...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SJt43Jeso5I/AAAAAAAAATc/-qpuHvkB4FY/s72-c/138823_m11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-5408454525651697455</id><published>2008-07-14T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:39:42.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I'm not very good at it, let's be honest. I haven't updated in over a month and I'm not sure I really have anything exciting to blog about now. I wonder if I should just give it up. I probably won't, but I need some ideas on what is blogworthy as it seems nothing in my life is right now.  I'm getting a new camera some time this week so hopefully I can start taking lots of pictures of all the exciting things (nothing) going on in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-5408454525651697455?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5408454525651697455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=5408454525651697455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5408454525651697455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5408454525651697455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8934572972842304130</id><published>2008-06-10T09:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:47:53.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the Kanye West concert the other night. So much fun. Ran into Zac Efron there. We had a moment. He was with his High School Musical posse though so it didn't last too long. They're all so cute...not. Kanye was great. Rihanna performed as well and I now have a girl-crush on her. I also formed a new love for Lupe Fiasco. So worth the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am totally loving this song right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XkouoBJs8k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-XkouoBJs8k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my faves together...Chris Martin and Kanye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8934572972842304130?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8934572972842304130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8934572972842304130&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8934572972842304130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8934572972842304130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1593078137034805879</id><published>2008-06-06T12:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:46:26.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Can Officially Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SEmFjT32KlI/AAAAAAAAATU/yVdUmPZJYhw/s1600-h/sytycd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208841285707115090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SEmFjT32KlI/AAAAAAAAATU/yVdUmPZJYhw/s400/sytycd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this show. It makes my summer every year and will hopefully continue to do that this year. Who am I kidding? I have no doubt that it will do just that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1593078137034805879?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1593078137034805879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1593078137034805879&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1593078137034805879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1593078137034805879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-summer-can-officially-begin.html' title='My Summer Can Officially Begin'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SEmFjT32KlI/AAAAAAAAATU/yVdUmPZJYhw/s72-c/sytycd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3817825533409985954</id><published>2008-06-03T09:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:40:35.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest pet peeves is when hot guys date ugly girls. Okay, that's a lie. It doesn't usually affect me, unless I have a crush on them. Then it's hella annoying. Especially if I would be more than willing to give up all my standards and date them too, even though they could very well be a big, fat loser. Case and point: Quincy and LaNasty*. Quincy is an attractve guy who I could almost guarantee get any girl in Provo. He was a well known athlete around here and has now moved on to bigger and better things, aka, more money. His girlfriend, LaNasty, is exactly how you would picture someone with the nickname "LaNasty". She's fugly. And I'm not just saying that. I admit that sometimes I've said that about girls who really aren't that ugly and basically said it to make myself feel better. But that is not the case. LaNasty is not cute. Not even a little bit. One time I even saw her wearing hot pink tapered jeans. Really?? That has never been acceptable. Not even in the 80's! So this is The Plan - I need to break that shiz up! Seriously. The question is how. Any ideas/suggestions/info(if you've figured out who Quincy and LaNasty are) would be very much appreciated. The world would be a much prettier/better place. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I know I'm a creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Names have been changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3817825533409985954?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3817825533409985954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3817825533409985954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3817825533409985954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3817825533409985954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2931616953125922953</id><published>2008-05-30T13:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:23:33.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Textually Active</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SEBRufFJkTI/AAAAAAAAATM/6AKul6OmnVw/s1600-h/01AwcAX2hiPMgAAAACAAAAAAAAAAA_.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206251028299223346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SEBRufFJkTI/AAAAAAAAATM/6AKul6OmnVw/s320/01AwcAX2hiPMgAAAACAAAAAAAAAAA_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting is not my favorite thing to do. I do it though, probably more than I should. It seems that I have all these texting relationships with people that I'm not that great of friends with, although we have met and hung out (none of them are strange creeps I've never met). A few of them don't live near me and it makes me wonder if they even lived in the same state, what sort of friendship/relationship we would have. As in, would we even hang out? Would we even talk to each other? Would we maybe even like each other? It's just weird and I need to stop the texting. Verizon knows it is costing me a fortune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2931616953125922953?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2931616953125922953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2931616953125922953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2931616953125922953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2931616953125922953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/textually-active.html' title='Textually Active'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SEBRufFJkTI/AAAAAAAAATM/6AKul6OmnVw/s72-c/01AwcAX2hiPMgAAAACAAAAAAAAAAA_.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7353766842821437098</id><published>2008-05-27T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:41:12.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Guts, No Glory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think anyone fully understands my love for this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scmin7AJDdo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/scmin7AJDdo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in it really is too bad he has kids because the whole marriage thing wouldn't be enough to stop me! Okay, that's a joke. Kindof.&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/19875234-7353766842821437098?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7353766842821437098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7353766842821437098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7353766842821437098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7353766842821437098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-guts-no-glory.html' title='No Guts, No Glory.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1571330891889079323</id><published>2008-05-21T17:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:16:50.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SDbtb_FJkPI/AAAAAAAAASs/zZ4N3Gisz5E/s1600-h/key_art_deion_and_pilar_prime_time_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607484518469874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SDbtb_FJkPI/AAAAAAAAASs/zZ4N3Gisz5E/s400/key_art_deion_and_pilar_prime_time_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This show is basically amazing.  Deion is ridiculous but I love it. And their kids are so cute, it's not even funny. Watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1571330891889079323?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1571330891889079323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1571330891889079323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1571330891889079323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1571330891889079323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-favorite-show.html' title='My New Favorite Show'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SDbtb_FJkPI/AAAAAAAAASs/zZ4N3Gisz5E/s72-c/key_art_deion_and_pilar_prime_time_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7462117556742676737</id><published>2008-05-14T08:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:06:01.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In February of 2006 I attended the best concert I've ever been to. My sister and I drove down to Las Vegas with my dad to see Coldplay at the MGM Grand. We had a great time and Chris Martin and co. put on a fantastic show. I've been waiting and waiting for Coldplay to go on another U.S. Tour and the other day I opened up my Coldplay E-newsletter to see that they had  announced their U.S. Tour dates. I got all excited and figured I'd be able to see them in Vegas again. As I scrolled through the tour dates, I came to the very last one and literally rejoiced out loud when I saw that they are stopping in Salt Lake City! It's their last tour date on November 22. I'm so freakin' excited! Coldplay just makes me happy. I'm going to try and see them in Vegas as well and make a weekend out of that trip since it falls on the weekend after my birthday. Hopefully it all works out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics from when Kelli and I saw them a few years ago:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251732312758194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SCsBZf8cl7I/AAAAAAAAASM/D1PlcKmgP5E/s320/n17803783_30335079_2648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelli and I anxiously waiting for the concert to start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200251934176221122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SCsBlP8cl8I/AAAAAAAAASU/mu3JurfEpN4/s320/n17803783_30335087_6175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Martin, doin' his thang. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200252243413866450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SCsB3P8cl9I/AAAAAAAAASc/aMEJUNfKeik/s320/n17803783_30335081_3268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kelli and I after the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7462117556742676737?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7462117556742676737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7462117556742676737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7462117556742676737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7462117556742676737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodness.html' title='Goodness'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SCsBZf8cl7I/AAAAAAAAASM/D1PlcKmgP5E/s72-c/n17803783_30335079_2648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-4501280552676631876</id><published>2008-05-05T08:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:05:41.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Church-Going Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my first day back in a real single's ward since Fall 2006. It was interesting, to say the least. Here are some of my thoughts on the whole experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 AM church sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having church in a place where the BYU Men's Volleyball team plays is weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some reason my ward felt the need to split the Relief Society and Elder's Quorum into 2 different groups. I don't get it and I don't like it. Our lesson in RS was about unity and including people and I'm not sure having 2 separate groups builds any sort of unity in a ward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've always felt that Sacrament meeting was supposed to be, you know, sort of a reverent meeting. But there's something about being in the room with mirrors covering the walls, with sayings like "Practice like Champions" hanging behind the Bishop, and where the Cougarettes practice that seems to kind of take the spirit away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a certain BYU football player in my ward who's pretty great. Ask me in about 3 weeks and I'll probably be able to inform you that we're dating. I always knew I was meant to be an NFL wife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my pet peeves is when people crack/smack/pop/or chew gum like a cow. In fact, I could probably dedicate an entire blog to how much it bugs me. If you're gonna chew gum in church, that's fine, but don't chew it so loudly or pop bubbles during the Sacrament!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was the first time I've attended a single's ward for the first time and not cared one bit about looking good/impressing anyone. It was a great feeling. It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that I had to wake up at the butt crack of dawn so there was hardly any time to care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were able to make some friends in the ward who like the Jazz and we've already planned a party to watch the game Wednesday night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rugby players love Mele. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was a cute boy in my ward and I could maybe see myself liking him. That's a huge MAYBE. Two major problems though: He doesn't watch TV and he's short. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I have a good feeling about this ward. I want to get more involved and go to activities this time around because I've never really done that with any of the single's wards I've been in. I think that would be good for me. Here's to me waking up in time to actually make it there for the whole summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-4501280552676631876?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4501280552676631876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=4501280552676631876&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4501280552676631876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4501280552676631876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-church-going-thoughts.html' title='My Church-Going Thoughts'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8474450359139654980</id><published>2008-05-01T13:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:50:56.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I never blogged about my trip to Key West back in February. Oopsie. I really wanted to and have basically written up about 75% of the post already, I just never got around to finishing it so it's just sitting in my list of posts, waiting for me to click that "Publish Post" button. Just so you know, I fully plan on posting it, even though it's been close to 3 months since I got home. It was a good time and I want to be able to remember it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SBoezj6dQ4I/AAAAAAAAASE/pbB_5Tm6EO8/s1600-h/Duval+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498991287878530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SBoezj6dQ4I/AAAAAAAAASE/pbB_5Tm6EO8/s200/Duval+street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SBoevj6dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/h_3bi4UGuAw/s1600-h/key-west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195498922568401778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SBoevj6dQ3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/h_3bi4UGuAw/s200/key-west.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8474450359139654980?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8474450359139654980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8474450359139654980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8474450359139654980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8474450359139654980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-suck.html' title='I Suck'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SBoezj6dQ4I/AAAAAAAAASE/pbB_5Tm6EO8/s72-c/Duval+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-6043229599704214286</id><published>2008-04-29T14:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:02:43.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' Out</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I moved into my new apartment. I'm not completely moved in but I'm getting there. I hate the whole moving process. I haven't done it since I moved to and from Key West last year when I had to pack everything into 2 suitcases. That was hard! I met my roommates and luckily they seem pretty cool. We haven't really had a conversation longer than 2 minutes though so we'll see. We've all just been unpacking though so we've all basically been confined to our rooms. We each have our own room so that is going to be way nice. I need some decorations for my room though. It's so bare! I even whipped out the old posters that &lt;a href="http://www.another-peculiar-day.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt; and I purchased during our good times as roommates. I don't know that I'll put any of them up, but take a look at my poll and tell me which one you think I should put up, if I decide to do so! My personal choice is Adam Brody (the poster I stole from my klepto roommate a few years ago) because he's a dream boat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-6043229599704214286?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6043229599704214286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=6043229599704214286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6043229599704214286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6043229599704214286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/movin-out.html' title='Movin&apos; Out'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-4629431610559371850</id><published>2008-04-22T22:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:56:00.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa Lovin'</title><content type='html'>So if you've noticed my new poll then you've probably gathered that I'm moving out on Monday. I am so freakin' excited, it's not even funny. I've been living at home ever since I got back from Key West and seriously, it's time. Time to leave my room downstairs and never come back. Well, that's the plan anyway. We'll see how it goes. I've been thinking of some plans/goals for myself to do this summer. Here are a few of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat lots and lots of Otter Pops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch up on LOST. I'm SO behind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay out 3 times a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on lots of road trips where I only spend $20 total.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get in shape for the possible trip to Havasupai (Still not a sure thing though, Tawn)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take lots and lots of pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch a lot of TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 11th = Thunder from Down Under.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to cook at least one thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relive my childhood memories at Disneyland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to sleep before midnight at least once a week. HA!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SYTYCD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See option 3 on my poll.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clearly, my plans have AWESOME written all over them and clearly, my priorities are in the right spot. My summer is going to be frickin' awesome. And to think that this is just a smidgen of what I have planned for myself! If anyone is interested in joining me for ANY of these activities, please, don't hesitate to call. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-4629431610559371850?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4629431610559371850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=4629431610559371850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4629431610559371850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4629431610559371850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/summa-lovin.html' title='Summa Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8436688933091882505</id><published>2008-04-20T16:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:33:26.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Saturday night in Provo...</title><content type='html'>One thing that some of my friends and I like to do is go out dancing. Something that I think is normal for single, 21 year old girls to enjoy doing(yeah, I get that this is Provo and we should probably be trying to find a husband or something but I'm over that whole idea). The dancing scene in Provo isn't the greatest but we always try to make it the best we can. Personally, I just enjoy dancing with my girlfriends and don't really care to go and impress any of the guys there. Frankly, I hope that my future husband isn't spending his Saturday nights on Center Street in Provo, dancing with girls who wear clothes that they shouldn't. So needless to say, I'm not going with the idea in my head that I'm going to meet my future spouse or anything, I'm just going for a good time. Last night, we thought about going, but decided against it once we got there because we didn't want to pay for something we knew probably wouldn't be worth the money anyway. So we just chilled outside for a bit talking to some friends that we saw there. At one point, some sort of fight broke out inside and all the "security guards" had to attend to that. So a few of us just walked inside the door to see what was going on/try and get in without having to pay. In all honesty, I don't think we would have stayed longer than 5 minutes anyway but we didn't even have the chance to decide that ourselves before one of the security guards on some power trip randomly yelled specifically at us to "GET OUT!!!". I just pretended like I didn't see him and walked out the door. No later than 3 minutes after that the security guard hunted us down in the crowd of people outside and yelled at us again. This time he told us to "NEVER COME BACK!" Huh? I was so confused. I didn't understand why he'd felt the need to search us out and yell at us, 3 girls who hadn't gone out of our way to do anything to him. When he'd "asked" us to leave the building, we'd left without even a word yet he still felt like he needed to scream at us to never come back again. I mean, really? Really??  Well guess what. We weren't planning on coming back anyway cuz they are LAME. If it wasn't for 16 year old hookers and a bunch of creeps you wouldn't have your minimum wage paying job anyway! Thanks to Mele, we were able to get that message across to at least some of the people there, even if the ugly security guard didn't hear it all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8436688933091882505?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8436688933091882505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8436688933091882505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8436688933091882505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8436688933091882505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-saturday-night-in-provo.html' title='Just another Saturday night in Provo...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2404265836225480028</id><published>2008-04-18T12:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:42:53.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to the Utah Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Utah Jazz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of the playoffs and the wake of another disturbing performance on the road the other night I just want to say, if you don't beat the Rockets in the first round, the Davies household will be a very, very unhappy place and trust me, my family will hate you for losing more than I will. Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Tara Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Kyle, this is grounds for breaking up. You're lucky I'm a forgiving person... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190655144824502642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SAjpWlrReXI/AAAAAAAAARs/2hbMsuRLvx4/s320/Gay+Elf+Defense.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What ARE you doing? Whatever it is, it's definitely not defense and it would be in your best interest to NEVER DO IT AGAIN. Thank you and see you tonight. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2404265836225480028?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2404265836225480028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2404265836225480028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2404265836225480028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2404265836225480028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/open-letter-to-utah-jazz.html' title='An open letter to the Utah Jazz'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/SAjpWlrReXI/AAAAAAAAARs/2hbMsuRLvx4/s72-c/Gay+Elf+Defense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-820116185113909520</id><published>2008-04-10T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:27:39.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Poll</title><content type='html'>A few of my friends have started to include polls on their blogs. I decided to add that element to my blog as well. Check out my first poll about a weekly poll in the right corner. (Oh and sorry about the hell word. That's just the type of enthusiasm I want you to have about the polls!;) Just kidding.) I already know that not a lot of people read this blog, which is fine so in all honesty, I only expect a few votes each time but whatev. It gives me something else to do with this blog. Feel free to participate in the poll whenever you please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-820116185113909520?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/820116185113909520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=820116185113909520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/820116185113909520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/820116185113909520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekly-poll.html' title='Weekly Poll'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7331630493702850717</id><published>2008-04-08T15:53:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:27:18.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not tagged. Just bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Twenty years ago I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) was beginning a life-long friendship with McKensie Mulliner&lt;br /&gt;2) was being spoiled by Wacko Grandma (being the first-born grandchild definitely has it's perks!)&lt;br /&gt;3) was 1. I wasn't doing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten years ago I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) was getting over my 4 year crush on A.O. and continuing my 3 year crush on B.S.&lt;br /&gt;2) was one of the taller girls in the 6th grade. Pretty sure that only lasted about 1 more year before everyone around me continued to grow while I stayed the same height.&lt;br /&gt;3) was lusting after Bryon Russell and loving the Jazz just as much as I do today. Maybe even more since they were making to the Finals and all that good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five years ago I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) was playing high school basketball. I know, weird to think I actually played sports at one time.&lt;br /&gt;2) was not doing homework and sluffing school a lot...things haven't changed too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;3) wore an ugly dress to my Junior Prom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three years ago I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) was dating a short guy who took my VL and wanted to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;2) was at my second semester at BYU and not really loving it. &lt;br /&gt;3) rekindled my love for the best show ever, Felicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One year ago I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) was living on a tropical island and having the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;2) didn't surprise anyone when I told them I was making out with a black guy. ;) Oh and he was my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;3) was showcasing color-changing tee's to drunken, white-trash slobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So far this year I have...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) traveled back to Key West and almost didn't return.&lt;br /&gt;2) not cried once.&lt;br /&gt;3) been very sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) woke up at 4 to take Lou to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;2) had a phone conversation with someone and can't recall one thing that was said. I don't even remember saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;3) watched Memphis ruin my life by playing like they've never shot a free throw in their lives. WTF. I could've used that money, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) have been at work since what feels like the butt-crack of dawn...even though it was actually only 9. &lt;br /&gt;2) ate a Double Cheeseburger from McDonald's that was pure luxury.&lt;br /&gt;3) will go home and watch the Jazz beat on stupid New Orleans. Here's hoping anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow I will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) go to school, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;2) probably watch American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;3) take a test that I will have not studied for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the next year I will...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) watch Andy Roddick play in one tennis match before I lose interest in him due to his recent engagement.&lt;br /&gt;2) travel somewhere that is totally fab and get a killer tan.&lt;br /&gt;3) find my EC at "Marriage Cove". HA! Kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7331630493702850717?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7331630493702850717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7331630493702850717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7331630493702850717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7331630493702850717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-tagged-just-bored.html' title='Not tagged. Just bored.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1349639536317005147</id><published>2008-04-02T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:29:57.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cradle Robber?</title><content type='html'>I know I said I like 'em young in my last &lt;a href="http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-peoplecom.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and this may be pushing it a little seeing as David Archuleta is 17 years old but good heck, this guy can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDDAZOMAXPg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDDAZOMAXPg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't really have a crush on him but seriously, he's good. I could listen to him sing over and over and between you and me, that might not be a far stretch from reality. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1349639536317005147?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1349639536317005147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1349639536317005147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1349639536317005147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1349639536317005147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/cradle-robber.html' title='Cradle Robber?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-5336824240914987045</id><published>2008-03-31T18:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:08:17.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you People.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R_F8yV34SDI/AAAAAAAAARg/Xon0c_qSgb4/s1600-h/logo_people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R_F8yV34SDI/AAAAAAAAARg/Xon0c_qSgb4/s400/logo_people.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184061850386974770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of this &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20187154,00.html"&gt;recent tragic news&lt;/a&gt; I've decided it's time for me to come out and attest to the fact that &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20187282,00.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; is actually true. I can attest to this simply because Chris and I are actually dating. Yes, I like 'em young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-5336824240914987045?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5336824240914987045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=5336824240914987045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5336824240914987045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5336824240914987045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-peoplecom.html' title='Thank you People.com'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R_F8yV34SDI/AAAAAAAAARg/Xon0c_qSgb4/s72-c/logo_people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8671617727369954748</id><published>2008-03-29T14:00:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:52:11.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no secret that I'm a fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I am totally putting off starting a paper that is due on Monday but oh well. Last night the Clippers were in town to play the Jazz. My uncle Mike hooked us up with some tickets and we had a great time. We had 4 pretty good tickets so Mele, Kristine and Jordan came with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6mI134R7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/21M46WavWrY/s1600-h/004_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183262891980638130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6mI134R7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/21M46WavWrY/s320/004_4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6mSF34R8I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Fo4Sjk2a48s/s1600-h/010_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183263050894428098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6mSF34R8I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Fo4Sjk2a48s/s320/010_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two favorite players on the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deron Williams had an awesome dunk over the &lt;a href="http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-guys-make-millions-and-i-still.html"&gt;ugly 7-footer, Kaman&lt;/a&gt;. I just love him. Deron, that is. Not Kaman. Kyle Korver makes the list cuz he's good looking and I won't even deny the fact that it's basically the only reason he's a favorite. Oh, and I guess he's a pretty good 3-point shooter. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6nV134R9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2hyyEOCE1po/s1600-h/005_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183264214830565330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6nV134R9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2hyyEOCE1po/s320/005_5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently President Monson is a Jazz fan. I spotted him across the court during the first half but wasn't sure if it was him. It was hard to imagine him just at a Jazz game on a Friday night, but it's pretty great that it was him. We kept zooming in with our camera's trying to figure out if it was really him. This was one of the pictures I took in the process and we still didn't know if it was him for sure. At half time people started gathering around him and taking pictures so we decided that it had to be him. After the game, there was a huge crowd around him as he left the court. It was pretty great to see that more people were excited to see President Monson than Carlos Boozer who was out there as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Carlos Boozer, I attempted to take this picture of him as he ran off the court. It's all blurry, I know, but will you please just look at the gem of a picture it ended up being? Check out the lady's face in the bottom right corner! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6oIl34R-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QsuLrUnryf8/s1600-h/012_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183265086708926434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6oIl34R-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QsuLrUnryf8/s320/012_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to be able to go down on the court after the game and just hang out on the Jazz bench, even if we didn't get to meet any of the players or anything. Mele did fulfill a life-long dream though and get to meet Ron Boone. Don't worry that we definitely got a picture with him. :) He was a nice guy and asked Mele all about her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6o5l34R_I/AAAAAAAAARA/Ivl1WWc1Bf4/s1600-h/015_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183265928522516466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6o5l34R_I/AAAAAAAAARA/Ivl1WWc1Bf4/s320/015_15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I had a great time. Here's some other pictures we took while we were there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183262479663777698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6lw134R6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8XYh6tYBXkQ/s320/mosaic196452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always a good time when the Jazz win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8671617727369954748?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8671617727369954748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8671617727369954748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8671617727369954748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8671617727369954748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-no-secret-that-im-fan.html' title='It&apos;s no secret that I&apos;m a fan'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-6mI134R7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/21M46WavWrY/s72-c/004_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1750507829896303784</id><published>2008-03-24T00:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:54:58.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason McElwan</title><content type='html'>I have a special place in my heart for stories like this. It's just a little different than the dog video from the other day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DM4qeZWAXRQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DM4qeZWAXRQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about this a while back but recently saw this video again and thought I'd share it. I love seeing everyone get so excited for Jason but my favorite part is when he says, "I just caught fire. I was hot as a pistol!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1750507829896303784?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1750507829896303784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1750507829896303784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1750507829896303784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1750507829896303784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/jason-mcelwan.html' title='Jason McElwan'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1472665939499868885</id><published>2008-03-23T23:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:48:38.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>My brothers and I laughed so hard when we saw this on Jay Leno the other night. How do you train your dog to do this? Pretty sure my dog would hide if she heard that music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bB1XyNqcbU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bB1XyNqcbU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1472665939499868885?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1472665939499868885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1472665939499868885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1472665939499868885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1472665939499868885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3621197560736970958</id><published>2008-03-21T00:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:01:35.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hater</title><content type='html'>Listen, I realize that I've posted a lot about basketball (mostly ugly players) lately but hey, it's March, which means March Madness so what else would you expect? Today was not a good day. It just wasn't. First of all, I had to work all day which is never fun. I come home and prep myself for a night filled with basketball only to watch BYU lose and then watch freaking Kobe Bryant and the Lakers beat the Jazz. I hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of Kobe...I kid you not, if there were words to describe how much I hated that guy, they certainly would be swear words. That's the thing though. Not even swear words can do my hatred for him justice. I CANNOT stand him. I hate watching him play. I hate watching him speak. I hate his commercials. I hate reading about him. And let's not forget the fact that he's an alleged rapist and if not that, an adulterer who had to buy his wife off with a 4 million dollar ring. There isn't one thing I like about the guy. Except for the fact that he's not on the Jazz because then I'd be forced to cheer for him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180085518124730146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-NcVV34RyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5T1_PW31WAM/s320/loser1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like how I went all Perez Hilton on ya?! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a whiner. He whines after EVERY call that goes against him. Shut up already!!! No, I'm not stupid and I realize he's a pretty darn good player. But I just can't stand him! He gives me serious rage, if ya couldn't tell. I admit it. I am a hater. I HATE Kobe Bryant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3621197560736970958?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3621197560736970958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3621197560736970958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3621197560736970958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3621197560736970958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/hater.html' title='Hater'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R-NcVV34RyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5T1_PW31WAM/s72-c/loser1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-706830880785286321</id><published>2008-03-19T11:19:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:34:05.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back.</title><content type='html'>Let me paint the picture for you. It was March 2005. I was 18 years old and not even a year out of high school. I was in my second semester at BYU and living at Liberty Square. 18 years old and having some sort of talk about love and marriage with my first boyfriend, Jason. Yeah.... The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason:&lt;/strong&gt; I really do love you, Tara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Awkward smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason:&lt;/strong&gt; I know we haven't been dating long but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Avoiding eye contact and more awkward smiling). Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't have to say anything back but I just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I honestly don't know how I feel. (I don't know if I said it in those words exactly, but something along those lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason:&lt;/strong&gt; The other day my mom asked me if I wanted to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; (thinking): &lt;em&gt;Oh shiz. Did he really just say that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason:&lt;/strong&gt; And I know this is weird but I think that I could. Not soon as in like the summer or anything like that, but you know, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Really? Jason, I'm only 18. In all honesty, I'm not ready to get married. I won't rule out the possibilty of "one day" completely right now because of the fact that we are currently dating and that would be dumb. I realize that if that isn't at least a possibity for the future, there's no real point in continuing our relationship (Spoken like a true freshman girl at BYU, I know). But, like I said, I'm 18 and not even close to being ready. &lt;em&gt;Hello, I don't even love you! You're short!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the conversation lasted a bit longer then that but you get the jist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. And basically the beginning of the end for Jason and me. I got freaked out and stopped liking him a few weeks later but dated him for 2 more months anyway. ha ha. Then we broke up. The break up wasn't a bad one but about 1 month after we broke up, we were supposed to go to Stadium of Fire together(something we'd planned before the break up and said we'd still do after the break up). The day of the actual event, he called me up and said he just didn't want to go. I got mad at him because I thought that was lame and we never spoke again. No real sweat off my back though, I didn't really care to continue to be his friend. We didn't have a lot in common (He liked fishing, the outdoors, and camping. I liked sleeping, traveling to places where I could sleep in a hotel, dancing, and the televsion.) In September of that same year, I found out he was engaged. I can't exactly remember but I think I laughed out loud when I heard it. It wasn't suprising at all, given the conversation we'd had that one night in March. Apparently they only dated for like 3 weeks and then he proposed. Unreal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring all this up is because last night, I discovered his family blog. As in a blog dedicated to him, his wife and their kid George (I would have NEVER allowed that), who they call Georgie. I admit that my internet researching skills, if you will, are better than anyone else I know but it was like the blog just opened up in front of me. I didn't even have to look for it! Anyway, of course I immediately read it and let me just say, that was probably the best bullet I ever dodged. He's fat now so in addition to his shortness, he's a chubby, short man. I'm not saying it's a good thing I didn't marry him because he's now chubby and short, 2 things I am also. But reading that blog and thinking back to that conversation and thinking about how that relationship could've potentially played out really made me thankful that I realized that at 18, I definitely wasn't ready to get married. Funny thing is, it's been 3 years and I'm still nowhere close. Why do I live in Utah County again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: It really is weird to look back and see that I even liked Jason. There really wasn't anything wrong with him, besides his love for the wild outdoors, but what I'm saying is that my taste in guys has completely changed since then. He was cuter back then and he was a good guy but it's just weird to think about myself now dating someone like him.  Pretty sure it would NEVER happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-706830880785286321?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/706830880785286321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=706830880785286321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/706830880785286321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/706830880785286321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking back.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2841603020774177499</id><published>2008-03-15T12:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:41:02.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these. One day I will be rich enough to purchase them (the lounge chair is $3,650.00) to put in my beautifully landscaped backyard next to the large pool. Or on the roof of my apartment in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9wWUEUcndI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CtZzP5NsUR8/s1600-h/3-14-kolorado-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038205581925842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9wWUEUcndI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CtZzP5NsUR8/s320/3-14-kolorado-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178038368790683106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9wWdkUcneI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9317w3VDYUk/s320/Chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Found at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/outdoor-furniture/outdoor-furniture-kolorado-collection-by-mark-robson-for-sifas-045420"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2841603020774177499?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2841603020774177499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2841603020774177499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2841603020774177499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2841603020774177499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9wWUEUcndI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CtZzP5NsUR8/s72-c/3-14-kolorado-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3683378157044482329</id><published>2008-03-14T22:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:42:59.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Autumn, Autumn Rose</title><content type='html'>I definitely copied this from some random persons blog and I'm not going to lie, I had fun doing it. As you're about to find out, Autumn Rose is my Bond Girl name, thus the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rockstar Name (first pet &amp;amp; current car):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lexi Honda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gangsta Name (favorite ice cream flavor &amp;amp; favorite cookie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Chocolate Chip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fly Girl Name (first initial, first 4 letters of last name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T-Davi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Detective Name (favorite color, favorite animal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Soap Opera Name (middle name &amp;amp; birthplace):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie Provo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Star Wars Name (first 3 letters of last name, first 2 letters of first name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dav Ta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Superhero Name ("the," 2nd favorite color, favorite drink):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pink Doctor Pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nascar Name (grandfathers' first names):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larry Dennis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Witness Protection Program Name (mom &amp;amp; dad's middle names):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Weather Anchor Name (5th grade teacher &amp;amp; major city beginning with the same letter):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almond Atlanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bond Girl Name (favorite season, favorite flower):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autumn Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cartoon Name (favorite fruit, article of clothing you are wearing right now + "ie" or "y"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peach Jeansie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hippy Name (what you ate for breakfast, favorite tree):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana Maple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Rockstar Tour Name ("the"+your favorite hobby, favorite weather element+"tour"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sleeping Sunny Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3683378157044482329?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3683378157044482329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3683378157044482329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3683378157044482329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3683378157044482329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-me-autumn-autumn-rose.html' title='Call me Autumn, Autumn Rose'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-5973389102874780741</id><published>2008-03-12T22:30:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:15:12.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These guys make millions and I still feel bad for them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I just posted the other day about another ugly player in the NBA but all these Jazz games I'm watching are leading me to think that maybe the Jazz, as a team, really aren't that ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9ivGNCVrKI/AAAAAAAAANA/KmIJ3ZMriUg/s1600-h/gooden_080306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177080292775931042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9ivGNCVrKI/AAAAAAAAANA/KmIJ3ZMriUg/s400/gooden_080306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9ivQtCVrMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1gyGpBMth0M/s1600-h/2008_02_sprts_drew_gooden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177080473164557506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9ivQtCVrMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1gyGpBMth0M/s400/2008_02_sprts_drew_gooden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can this guy honestly look in the mirror everyday and think that that THING growing on his chin makes him look good?? I'm sorry, but he's not that great looking to begin with and the beard is definitely not doing him any favors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are some really unfortunate looking NBA players. I always thought the Jazz got stuck with some lookers but let's be honest, adding Kyle Korver really took them out of the contest for the ugliest NBA team. Call me a terrible person for posting about ugly people, but some of these guys might actually make you laugh out loud when you look at them. And like I said, they're making millions so I don't feel THAT bad about it. Check out this guy, for example:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177084961405381874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9izV9CVrPI/AAAAAAAAANo/8nGKXnvt8mU/s320/Eww.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or this guy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177087641464974610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9i1x9CVrRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7xuCjo6Eb8M/s320/haha.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wow, I am a terrible person, aren't I? Shoot, I just realized both these guys play for the Clippers. Looks like they get the title of Ugliest NBA Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-5973389102874780741?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5973389102874780741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=5973389102874780741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5973389102874780741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5973389102874780741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-guys-make-millions-and-i-still.html' title='These guys make millions and I still feel bad for them.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9ivGNCVrKI/AAAAAAAAANA/KmIJ3ZMriUg/s72-c/gooden_080306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8314886517866733689</id><published>2008-03-07T13:26:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:12:12.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites the Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, the title is a total joke. :) One of my best friends, &lt;a href="http://another-peculiar-day.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;, got married the other day and I really couldn't be happier for her! We've had some good times over the years and I thought trying out this &lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/"&gt;Mosaic Maker&lt;/a&gt; that &lt;a href="http://www.thursdaysmysterymeat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; recently used on her blog would be a good way to share a few of my favorite memories of Kristine. Here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9SzInmeyhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gfkJaD5T19Q/s1600-h/mosaic3404383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175958832406252050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9SzInmeyhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gfkJaD5T19Q/s400/mosaic3404383.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best of luck in the married world Kristine! I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8314886517866733689?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8314886517866733689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8314886517866733689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8314886517866733689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8314886517866733689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/memories-of-kristine.html' title='Another One Bites the Dust'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R9SzInmeyhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gfkJaD5T19Q/s72-c/mosaic3404383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-3415786009379775830</id><published>2008-03-03T22:27:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:41:13.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fug and Fab</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUG=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zersjcQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/hhl1QtlEFsE/s1600-h/freakinugly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754914217411490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zersjcQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/hhl1QtlEFsE/s200/freakinugly.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zeWsjcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/PEvecTYU6ho/s1600-h/barf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754553440158610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zeWsjcQ5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/PEvecTYU6ho/s200/barf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Nowitzki is easily one of the ugliest people ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAB=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zd7cjcQ4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/XOX0-68j7gw/s1600-h/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173754085288723330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zd7cjcQ4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/XOX0-68j7gw/s200/kk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my NBA boyfriends to look more like this. Especially when they have such good-looking jerseys like Kyle here does. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-3415786009379775830?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3415786009379775830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=3415786009379775830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3415786009379775830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/3415786009379775830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/03/fug-and-fab.html' title='Fug and Fab'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R8zersjcQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/hhl1QtlEFsE/s72-c/freakinugly.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8480334965960973024</id><published>2008-02-27T01:27:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:42:11.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I love...</title><content type='html'>1. Sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;2. TV shows on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;3. Family inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;4. Space heaters&lt;br /&gt;5. Fans&lt;br /&gt;6. Classical music when I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;7. A clean room&lt;br /&gt;8. Traveling&lt;br /&gt;9. Days off&lt;br /&gt;10. Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;11. The beach&lt;br /&gt;12. My down comforter&lt;br /&gt;13. Having no homework&lt;br /&gt;14. Dancing&lt;br /&gt;15. The Utah Jazz (when they win of course)&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a new song to obsess over&lt;br /&gt;17. My friends&lt;br /&gt;18. Talking to nice people at work&lt;br /&gt;19. Going to the movies&lt;br /&gt;20. Reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;21. When it's 65 degrees or higher&lt;br /&gt;22. Flip Flops&lt;br /&gt;23. Andy Roddick&lt;br /&gt;24. Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;25. My Family&lt;br /&gt;26. Renting a movie to watch by myself&lt;br /&gt;27. Random road trips&lt;br /&gt;28. That I don't have to dye my hair&lt;br /&gt;29. Sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;30. Trashy MTV shows like The Guantlet and The Real World&lt;br /&gt;31. Awesome MTV shows like Rob and Big :)&lt;br /&gt;32. The bumper sticker application on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;33. Having a boyfriend on every sports team known to man&lt;br /&gt;34. Having fake boyfriends period&lt;br /&gt;35. Reading strangers blogs&lt;br /&gt;36. Having something to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;37. Solitaire&lt;br /&gt;38. My Ipod&lt;br /&gt;39. Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;40. Friday Night Lights and with that comes Tim Riggins&lt;br /&gt;41. Athletes- hot ones&lt;br /&gt;42. Having my own car&lt;br /&gt;43. Imdb.com&lt;br /&gt;44. Airports&lt;br /&gt;45. Singing loud out in my car&lt;br /&gt;46. Gchat&lt;br /&gt;47. DVR&lt;br /&gt;48. My dog Millie&lt;br /&gt;49. People.com and any other source of celebrity gossip&lt;br /&gt;50. BYU Sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could easily continue on, and probably will some time in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8480334965960973024?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8480334965960973024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8480334965960973024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8480334965960973024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8480334965960973024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-i-love.html' title='Things that I love...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1046209999953121413</id><published>2008-02-26T22:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:49:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David A.</title><content type='html'>I always love myself when I put off writing a paper until midnight the day before it is due, and even more when at that point I find myself getting distracted by videos like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUffD7IFAXQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUffD7IFAXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually watch American Idol (because in all honesty, I don't really like it) until like the very last episode and even at that point, I usually don't really care who wins. I actually have yet to watch a full episode this year. I have, however, heard that this little guy from Utah has got a pretty amazing voice. I looked up his performances on YouTube and I've got to say, he's good. He's just so adorable and so talented! I probably won't start watching the show but will at least keep myself updated on his status and his performances via YouTube. I'm hoping he makes it far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1046209999953121413?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1046209999953121413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1046209999953121413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1046209999953121413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1046209999953121413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-idol-david-archuleta-imagine.html' title='David A.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7850643958796654150</id><published>2008-02-25T11:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:20:11.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like I'm moving to the South!</title><content type='html'>I've lived in Utah my whole life and as much as I love it here(not that much), I really don't think I want to live here for the rest of my life.  I recently found this quiz online at &lt;a href="http://www.findyourspot.com/"&gt;www.findyourspot.com&lt;/a&gt; that I took and it calculated my answers and provided me with a bunch of places that I should supposedly live. Most of my results were in the southern region of the United States, a majority of them in Texas. It was interesting because I probably wouldn't even consider living in a few of them, mainly El Paso, Texas but I did find the results to be kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 5 cities were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Norfolk, Virginia&lt;br /&gt;2. Memphis, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;3. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;4. Little Rock, Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;5. Fort Worth, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of those 5 I could probably only see myself living in Norfolk, Virginia but I would never think to move there on my own. I would never even consider living in any of the others except for maybe Fort Worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the rest of the results, I'll tell you a few that I think I would actually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chesapeake-Virgina Beach, Virginia (actually came in 7th place)&lt;br /&gt;My aunt and uncle live there (shout out to Aunt Tami) and I hear it's pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;2. Charlotte, North Carolina (9th place)&lt;br /&gt;Why, I'm not exactly sure but I would consider it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tampa, Florida (12th place)&lt;br /&gt;I visited there on my way home from Key West last year and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Austin, Texas (13th place)&lt;br /&gt;It's Texas and I really don't think I'd mind living there some day. Plus my future husband, Andy Roddick, resides in this town. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Charleston, South Carolina (17th place)&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. Anywhere near the ocean is a possibility in my mind. And Charleston gets 0" of snowfall each year. Sounds like Heaven to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite interesting to see what my results were because like I said, I probably wouldn't think of a lot of those places on my own.  It's not like I'm really going to reference this quiz when it comes time to decide where to live in the future but it was fun to do. And the best thing about that quiz is that none of my results were located in Utah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7850643958796654150?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7850643958796654150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7850643958796654150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7850643958796654150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7850643958796654150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/looks-like-im-moving-to-south.html' title='Looks like I&apos;m moving to the South!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1466101542361466157</id><published>2008-02-12T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:59:43.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow I'll be headed here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R7H588kMHUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/97yYN1HWV-8/s1600-h/3650TCSSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166185073016053058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R7H588kMHUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/97yYN1HWV-8/s320/3650TCSSS.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I'm headed back to Key West. I'm super excited to get out of Utah and the snow. Y'all better hope I just come back. It's currently 76 degrees in Key West and 30 degrees in Provo. I'm pretty sure coming back to this crappy weather will be the hardest thing ever. It'll be fun to see some friends from there and to experience Key West without having to worry about going to work and what not, especially now that I'm 21. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just can't say it enough but if you are not watching Friday Night Lights, you are seriously missing out. Like, for real. I couldn't love Tim Riggins any more if he were a real person. And if you know me at all you'll know that I'm not usually into the long-haired, greasy drunks. For some reason though, Tim just does it for me. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R7ISzskMHWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KyREijfcHxE/s1600-h/fnl_1001_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166212401892957538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R7ISzskMHWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KyREijfcHxE/s200/fnl_1001_052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at him. Yeah, he's a dreamboat. I'll say it right here that if this show gets canceled, I will fall into a deep depression. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1466101542361466157?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1466101542361466157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1466101542361466157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1466101542361466157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1466101542361466157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R7H588kMHUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/97yYN1HWV-8/s72-c/3650TCSSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-4035009162413450130</id><published>2008-01-11T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:08:06.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything and Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figured it was about time I updated this thing. I must admit that my last post was basically a filler post. I didn’t have time to write anything, nor did I even know what to write about so I just posted those ugly pictures of me and my sister. So basically it's been a whole month since I last posted! Wow. I know my followers must be really upset! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured I'd make this more of a post about several different things so it may be a little on the long side. I thought that it would be a good way to post about some things that I could probably dedicate a whole post to if I really wanted but I either wasn't sure if they deserved their own post and/or I know that I would never get around to posting about all of them anyway. Here it goes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gMlDHEYZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mp-PERUNy9s/s1600-h/tanning%2520bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154383604155179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gMlDHEYZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mp-PERUNy9s/s200/tanning%2520bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to take up tanning again. I’ve gone through phases where I’ve gone a lot but I haven’t been in about 6 months. I got really tan after living in Key West and spending a lot of the summer in the sun and it’s really surprised me how fast it went away. It’s a little depressing actually. I’m pastey. I know, I know, I’m just paying for skin cancer. But hey, I am my mother’s daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154404752574145250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gf0DHEYuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Hww5QEAfmaM/s200/Happy_New_Year02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I could easily dedicate a whole post to this next one but I’m not sure I want to electronically post my New Year’s resolutions just to come back next January and see that I didn’t keep them. That doesn’t mean that I’m not writing them on paper or anything but I can easily dispose of that once I’ve given up on the last one. Actually, I’m quite determined to keep them this year. At least the most important ones. I actually haven’t gotten off to a great start seeing as it’s already over a week into January and I haven’t even started them. Now that I'm settled into work and school I'm going to get started on Monday! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gRBDHEYbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DtldKAkP9c4/s1600-h/me5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154388483238027698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gRBDHEYbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DtldKAkP9c4/s200/me5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will admit that one of my resolutions is to make new friends. I love my friends and all, but a lot of them seem to think that now is the time to get married and all that crap. Who knows what they are thinking, right? So I figure that now is a better time than ever to just make some new ones. Actually, I guess the right way to phrase that would be to just expand my group of friends. Hopefully I can find a way to do that since I’m not that social and living at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gR5DHEYcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/g13EiLzKPWk/s1600-h/logo-uvsc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154389445310702018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gR5DHEYcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/g13EiLzKPWk/s320/logo-uvsc.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m pretty irate at UVSC right now. I’m sure most of you have heard of ratemyprofessors.com, right? Well I go there every semester to help me decide what teachers to sign up for. Last semester I had an awesome English teacher and did really well in the class. I had the opportunity to sign up for him again but decided that maybe a little variety would be good. So I signed up for this guy who had pretty good reviews on ratemyprofessors and was supposed to be pretty easy (not a lot of papers) but also teach you a lot. I go to the first class on Friday and realize that UVSC has gone and changed the professor to some other lady. Someone I don’t even know about and (after checking her out on ratemyprofessors) certainly would have never signed up for her myself! She didn’t even show up the first day and when we went over the syllabus, I just got even more irate because there is a freaking 25 page research paper! Not to mention effing oral presentations which are my WORST! UGH. It couldn’t really be worse especially because I could’ve been in my last teachers class. At this point I feel like it’s too late to try and add another class because I’ve already missed 2 times. I’m just seriously peeved about it and can’t even think about it without getting all worked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gU1THEYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/6oM2EafY-Fo/s1600-h/FF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154403330939970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gehTHEYrI/AAAAAAAAALc/yavKbotL4Kg/s320/FlipFlops.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I wear flip flops during the winter. Yes, I realize there is snow on the ground. Yes, my feet get cold sometimes. Yes, I'm going to keep doing it. So what if I wear flip flops all winter long? I like them and they are comfortable. I get so much crap for it but I just don’t want to give in to the fact that I live in a climate that requires me to wear closed toe shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gUHzHEYdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hnNU9Uv3aUw/s1600-h/AUS+Open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154391897737028050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gUHzHEYdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hnNU9Uv3aUw/s200/AUS+Open.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Austrailian Open starts in a few days. I’m excited to be able to watch Andy Roddick play again. Michelle and I will probably have some late nights and/or early mornings watching him play but I’m looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gVmzHEYfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RdApxSsD_Oo/s1600-h/MaltesePuppy_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154393529824600562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gVmzHEYfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RdApxSsD_Oo/s200/MaltesePuppy_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas was good this year. From Santa I got a new iPod and it’s way nice. I’ve already decided what I want from Santa next year though. My very own puppy that looks just like the picture above. I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gWSTHEYgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JX5fBoLxUnc/s1600-h/VB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154394277148910082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gWSTHEYgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JX5fBoLxUnc/s200/VB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah and I went to the Vegas Bowl a few weeks ago. We had a lot of fun. Freakin’ BYU football stresses me out but we were very glad that we won! Even if it took having a little bit of luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gYXzHEYhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_FFZj5QrgCQ/s1600-h/truck_26_big.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396570661446162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gYXzHEYhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_FFZj5QrgCQ/s320/truck_26_big.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want to move out of my house. Bad. Living here really isn’t that bad but I know what it’s like living away from here and I seem to enjoy that a little bit more. I’m definitely moving out for the Summer if not before then. The only requirement is that I have my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396708100399650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gYfzHEYiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vbV67sc8TeM/s200/cleaning%2520supplies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Speaking of my room, it’s SO clean right now and it’s so nice! For those of you who know me at all, have ever lived with me, or have even gotten a glimpse of my room know that an extremely clean room doesn’t happen very often! It’s really great having it clean and even though I say this every time I clean it, I really hope I can keep it clean at least for a little while!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gaSjHEYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ON07ExIsrPA/s1600-h/newlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154398679490388578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gaSjHEYmI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ON07ExIsrPA/s200/newlogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So at the beginning of every sports season a few of my friends and I pick out our boyfriends on the teams. We have our Football BF’s and Basketball BF’s. It just makes watching the games a little bit more fun when you have a crush to cheer for a little bit harder than the rest of the team. :) The funny thing is that this year I’ve gotten closer to my B-ball BF than I’ve ever gotten to any of my sports bf’s before. It’s kindof crazy but pretty freaking funny. He may or may not even have my phone number programmed into his cell phone(which I know he'll never call) and we may or may not have had some sort of contact last weekend(which he probably doesn't even remember). But hey, it doesn't matter to me. It's the whole idea that I picked him out before the season even started which makes the story so funny! :) I'm awesome, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154399001612935794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4galTHEYnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rIe_HbiL_zQ/s200/MeLOU.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And speaking of BF’s…I’ve been missing Lou a little bit more lately. I’m not really sure why but I think it may be due to the fact that it was the holiday’s and everyone seems to have that “Special Someone” and it just sucks because the only reason I don’t right now is because he lives on the other side of the country. It’s just been like this ever since he left after visiting over Thanksgiving. I knew saying goodbye again wasn’t going to be fun but I didn’t imagine it’d be almost worse than the first time. He’s wanting to leave on a mission sometime this summer so I really want to take a trip back to Key West before he leaves. Especially because I’ll probably never go back to Key West after he leaves. Hopefully it all works out and I can go. The only thing stopping me would be money so any donations will be accepted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154400071059792546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gbjjHEYqI/AAAAAAAAALU/Fd3uJGbDKTI/s200/K9%2520Blue%2520Coat%2520Logo%2520Horizontal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Another thing that I’m pretty irate about is this new internet blocking thing my dad has put on our computers. It actually has a lot to do with the lack of posting lately. It makes it pretty hard for me to view blogs and it really angers me. I’ll try and be better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154404099739116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gfODHEYtI/AAAAAAAAALs/tbuyEZSPYk8/s400/4pbs6zb_thumb.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;As I mentioned before all my friends are feeling some sort of need to get engaged/married lately so I’m just going to take this time to say a collective Congrats! Congrats Kristine and Jordan, Devrie and Beni on getting engaged and congrats to McKensie and Jeremy on getting hitched! I hope you all live happily ever after. If you ever need a babysitter, give me a call and I can give you some names of some people who might be interested. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you all appreciate the update! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-4035009162413450130?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4035009162413450130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=4035009162413450130&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4035009162413450130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4035009162413450130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2008/01/anything-and-everything.html' title='Anything and Everything'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R4gMlDHEYZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mp-PERUNy9s/s72-c/tanning%2520bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-5076251024060377398</id><published>2007-12-24T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:00:28.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week Kelli and I were bored at G&amp;amp;G Smith's house and took these pictures. Some are pretty funny so I wanted to post them. Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNUDHEYTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/06NHl1SGYMs/s1600-h/MyPicture_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147699380912152882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNUDHEYTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/06NHl1SGYMs/s320/MyPicture_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNaDHEYUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JEJ1bHb0qLQ/s1600-h/MyPicture_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147699483991368002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNaDHEYUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JEJ1bHb0qLQ/s320/MyPicture_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNizHEYVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TJRS6zbtdMY/s1600-h/MyPicture_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147699634315223378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNizHEYVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TJRS6zbtdMY/s320/MyPicture_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNozHEYWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jqUMyYUJe4c/s1600-h/MyPicture_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147699737394438498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNozHEYWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/jqUMyYUJe4c/s320/MyPicture_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNwTHEYXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eRjNCEfo8LE/s1600-h/MyPicture_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147699866243457394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNwTHEYXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eRjNCEfo8LE/s320/MyPicture_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BN5THEYYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rqeeC59yQ1A/s1600-h/MyPicture_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147700020862280066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BN5THEYYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rqeeC59yQ1A/s320/MyPicture_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the Vegas Bowl this weekend with Sarah. We had fun. I'll post some pics later. I got some good ones of our BF's on the team. I'm not exactly sure what comes over me once I'm on the field surrounded by other crazy fans but I seem to have no shame in that situation. Oh well. It makes for great memories! Oh and Merry Christmas tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-5076251024060377398?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5076251024060377398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=5076251024060377398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5076251024060377398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/5076251024060377398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R3BNUDHEYTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/06NHl1SGYMs/s72-c/MyPicture_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-6354579239704718656</id><published>2007-12-08T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:52:55.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-Webb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R1t0Tb71FAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ne8Kumqfcy4/s1600-h/ChrisWebber-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141831276838589442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R1t0Tb71FAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ne8Kumqfcy4/s320/ChrisWebber-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So…this may be completely random but I’m just going to throw it out there anyway. Does anyone know what happened to Chris Webber? Some of you may remember how I used to be a fan back in the day when he played for Sacramento. You may also remember the dance move that Megan was so good at that we named after him. I must admit that I was like a litte fan-girl and it was completely awesome. I gotta say though...just look at him. I don't really know how you couldn't be. I don't care that he may be some sort of criminal, he’s hot stuff. Dev and I had some good times cheering for him when he'd come visit Utah to play the Jazz. Unfortunately, I lost track of him after he got traded and for some reason started wondering about him the other night as I watched the Jazz game. My brothers told me he plays for Detroit these days but I looked it up and I’m not so sure. All I found about him on Google was some letter he received from Bill Clinton years ago. I know there’s at least one person who sometimes reads this blog that probably knows so if you could be so kind to let me know, I’d really appreciate it. It'd be a real tragedy if he could no longer be seen on the court. So just in case, here's another picture for good measure. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141845944151905314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R1uBpL71FCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/c-LpkHVsgEQ/s320/cwebb_hoop_may03_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-6354579239704718656?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6354579239704718656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=6354579239704718656&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6354579239704718656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6354579239704718656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/12/c-webb.html' title='C-Webb'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R1t0Tb71FAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ne8Kumqfcy4/s72-c/ChrisWebber-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1413471973462296214</id><published>2007-11-25T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:29:06.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a good Thanksgiving weekend. It's actually quite upsetting that it's over. It's always hard to go back to school after a break, especially if it was fun one. I wasn't able to make the trip up to Idaho for Thanksgiving with the rest of the fam due to some unfinished homework, one particular visitor, and some big game on Saturday that you may or may not have heard about. Kelli and I had our Thanksgiving meal in SLC at Little America with Grandma and Grandpa Smith. It was fun spending time with them up there. Thursday night I saw August Rush with Sarah and her parents. I was really looking forward to seeing this because I've loved Keri Russell since her Felicity days but I'm not going to lie, the movie was a little disappointing. It did make me want to wipe the dust off of my violin and play it a little. Man, would my mom love to hear that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we got a bunch of friends together and headed up to SLC to see the Joseph Smith movie, see the Christmas lights at Temple Square, and grab some dinner. The visitor mentioned above came with and it was a good time. The visitor I'm talking about is the boy that I dated while in Key West. I know all my friends were excited to meet him and so it was fun for them to do that. He has never been out of Florida so the cold was a bit much for him to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOHdP0M4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9aNfQiYuTOg/s1600-h/DSCN0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136933846242308994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOHdP0M4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9aNfQiYuTOg/s200/DSCN0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oNsdP0M3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LQYLzRiaFXI/s1600-h/DSCN0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136933382385841010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oNsdP0M3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LQYLzRiaFXI/s200/DSCN0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOb9P0M5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/53g06QtBz5U/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136934198429627282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOb9P0M5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/53g06QtBz5U/s200/DSCN0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOb9P0M5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/53g06QtBz5U/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOb9P0M5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/53g06QtBz5U/s1600-h/DSCN0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the day of the big BYU vs. U of U game. Once again, BYU had to take 5 more years off of my life in addition to the 10 that came off during the last minute of last year's game but it was well worth it! We were so excited that we won again and luckily it wasn't too cold outside. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oQXtP0M7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/w7GOncf45Ho/s1600-h/DSCN0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136936324438438834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oQXtP0M7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/w7GOncf45Ho/s200/DSCN0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm kind of cut off in this picture but this was right after Unga scored that last touchdown. Actually, if we had a video camera to record our reaction, it would be much better. Pretty comical, I'm sure.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oRa9P0M8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1_07bHrCCPM/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oRa9P0M8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1_07bHrCCPM/s200/DSCN0687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136937479784641474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's always a good day when the Utes lose, especially when it's to the Cougars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1413471973462296214?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1413471973462296214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1413471973462296214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1413471973462296214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1413471973462296214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/R0oOHdP0M4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9aNfQiYuTOg/s72-c/DSCN0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7883278439175090938</id><published>2007-11-15T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:41:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Rzv228xTz_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5eR2LZgW0j8/s1600-h/project_runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Rzv228xTz_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5eR2LZgW0j8/s200/project_runway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132967624205127666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. PROJECT. RUNWAY. It is such a fantastic show and I feel sorry for those of you who don't have Bravo. It's especially good in large doses(marathons). I'm just so glad that it's back on the air and my pathetic tv watching life can be complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7883278439175090938?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7883278439175090938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7883278439175090938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7883278439175090938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7883278439175090938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/youre-in.html' title='You&apos;re In!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/Rzv228xTz_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/5eR2LZgW0j8/s72-c/project_runway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8527643940735610545</id><published>2007-11-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:19:20.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looked like fun...</title><content type='html'>Someone gives you money and sends you into the grocery store to pick up 5 items. You can only pick one thing from the following departments.. what is it? &lt;br /&gt;1. Produce: Peaches&lt;br /&gt;2. Bakery: Fresh Bread&lt;br /&gt;3. Meat: Chicken&lt;br /&gt;4. Frozen: Ben and Jerry's Half Baked&lt;br /&gt;5. Dry goods: Baked Lays &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say we're heading out for a weekend getaway. You're only allowed to bring 3 articles of clothing with you. So, what's in your bag? &lt;br /&gt;1. Flip Flops&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was to listen in on one of your conversations throughout the day, what 5 phrases or words would I be most likely to hear? &lt;br /&gt;1. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eff.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate school.&lt;br /&gt;4. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;5. That's what she said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what 3 things do you find yourself doing every single day, and if you didn't get to do, you probably wouldn't be in the best mood? &lt;br /&gt;1. Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;2. Relax for 1 half hour&lt;br /&gt;3. Internetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, you just scored a whole afternoon to yourself. We're talking a 3 hour block with nobody around. What 5 activities might we find you doing? &lt;br /&gt;1. Napping&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to nap&lt;br /&gt;4. Blogging &lt;br /&gt;5. Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the zoo. But, it looks like it could start storming, so it'll have to be a quick visit. What 3 exhibits do we have to get to? &lt;br /&gt;1. Pandas&lt;br /&gt;2. Tigers&lt;br /&gt;3. Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just scored tickets to the taping of any show that comes on t.v. of your choice. You can pick between 4, so what are you deciding between? &lt;br /&gt;1. Friday Night Lights&lt;br /&gt;2. Ellen&lt;br /&gt;3. Oprah&lt;br /&gt;4. Coldplay HBO special&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, I realize that FNL doesn't have a studio audience and I basically made up the last one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hungry for ice cream. I'll give you a triple dipper ice cream cone. What 3 flavors can I pile on for ya? &lt;br /&gt;1. Mint Chocolate Chip&lt;br /&gt;2. Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;3. Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stole your purse/wallet…in order to get it back, you have to name 5 things you know are inside to claim it. So, what's in there? &lt;br /&gt;1. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;2. Burt's Bees chapstick&lt;br /&gt;3. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;4. Car Keys&lt;br /&gt;5. Lip Gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at a job fair, and asked what areas you are interested in pursuing a career in. Let's pretend you have every talent and ability to be whatever you wanted, so what 4 careers would be fun for you? &lt;br /&gt;1. Writing a traveling book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Andy Roddick's personal assistant.&lt;br /&gt;3. Roadie for Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting paid to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back and talk to the old you, when you were in high school, and inform yourself of 4 things, what would you say? &lt;br /&gt;1. Don't care so much about what other people think.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have as much fun as possible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;4. Life doesn't always turn out how you think it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to "tag" anyone but do it if you joy. It's always fun for me to read other people's answers. Sorry if mine bore you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8527643940735610545?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8527643940735610545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8527643940735610545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8527643940735610545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8527643940735610545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/looked-like-fun.html' title='Looked like fun...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2933871934897787122</id><published>2007-11-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:00:07.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Miss You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RzIAfAv4LCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xTjjJ17U4aQ/s1600-h/Coldplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130163458305174562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RzIAfAv4LCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xTjjJ17U4aQ/s200/Coldplay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RzIAsgv4LDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gEzfhSA42Hw/s1600-h/jordan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130163690233408562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RzIAsgv4LDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gEzfhSA42Hw/s200/jordan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today my sister left for Jordan. She's on a flight right now, as I type this, to Chicago with every Osmond imaginable. (I guess they're on their way there for a special on Oprah.) Kelli is going on an Operation Smile mission for 10 days and then she is going to spend a few days in Jerusalem after that. How cool is that? And how jealous are you really? I know I'm jealous. Well, jealous isn't the right word because I'm totally excited for her. I wish I could go with her is what I mean! What an awesome opportunity. Kelli is so amazing and deserves everything and every opportunity that has been given to her. She's one of my best friends and I will surely miss her a lot! The girl she is going with, Tiana, is going to be keeping a blog while they are over there so be sure to check it out. It can be found &lt;a href="http://tianajeppsen.spaces.live.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully they will be able to update it pretty often. I guess Microsoft asked her to keep the blog and gave her a laptop to do it. Also, there is going to be a crew from CNN following them around so that'll be cool to see that on the air. Keep Kelli in your prayers. And Happy Birthday to her and Tyler! They turned 18 yesterday. AAGH! That makes me feel so old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2933871934897787122?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2933871934897787122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2933871934897787122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2933871934897787122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2933871934897787122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-miss-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Miss You!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RzIAfAv4LCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xTjjJ17U4aQ/s72-c/Coldplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-298292206573447812</id><published>2007-10-30T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:25:26.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill. Me. Now.</title><content type='html'>Today was not a good day. First of all, it took me FOREVER to get to sleep last night and then I woke up with serious back pain and a bad sore throat. My body ached all day and I can feel myself getting sick. Then I went to get my oil changed in my car and they kindly informed me that apparently I had a flat tire. Who knew? Not me. I don't even know how long I drove with a flat tire for but now my rim is totally bent and my hubcap is broken. I just can't deal with it. I don't have the money to pay for that. Not even close. AAAGH!!! Today, I hate my life, except for the part where I got 100% on my math test. The class is not that hard but a perfect score is a perfect score, right? And it was my third perfect score of the year in that class. But besides that, please refer to the title of this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-298292206573447812?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/298292206573447812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=298292206573447812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/298292206573447812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/298292206573447812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-deal.html' title='Kill. Me. Now.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-6684977490425961775</id><published>2007-10-26T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:27:09.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you lie to me Jack Bauer!</title><content type='html'>When I saw this last night my exact words were "SHUT THE EFF UP!!!" along with some silly grinning and high-fiving to my brother. After Tony died, or at least everyone thought he did, I didn't think 24 would be the same, and I was right. I could only handle about 3 episodes last season and then stopped watching. But after seeing this, I must say that I will definitely be tuning in this season! My Tony is back and looking mighty fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click below to see it. Apparently it won't allow me to post the actual video, dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=20771276"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Season 7 Preview&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-6684977490425961775?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6684977490425961775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=6684977490425961775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6684977490425961775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6684977490425961775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-you-lie-to-me-jack-bauer.html' title='Don&apos;t you lie to me Jack Bauer!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-759939324867659306</id><published>2007-10-23T22:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:43:58.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Although my life is not that exciting and I do not have 6 people to tag, since I am a taggee, I will complete my end of the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules: A: Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves. B: At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leave them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog for these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love television shows and I'm not embarrassed to say so! If you've read any past posts on this blog then you probably already know this. I can't help it, the television is my guilty pleasure. I love watching t.v. shows, mostly just good ones, and buying the dvd's and re-watching them later. Especially when there is no school to worry about because then I don't feel guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I HATE being cold and wet and I absolutely hate being cold and wet at the same time. This is why when I go boating I'd rather tan on the boat then get in the water. This is why once the snow comes, my attendance to class goes way down (hey, I don't have to walk through the slush). This is why if I had the chance to move to a warm location every December 26th for a good 4 months, I would do it. This is why I think I will be living in a place that doesn't get much snow when I get older. Who in their right mind really likes the bottom of their pants all wet and gross anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to travel. LOVE IT. I love everything about traveling except the unpacking part when you get home. If I could spend my life traveling, I would. It doesn't have to be to a very exciting place either. I could take a trip to Park City and be satisfied. But I love going somewhere new and seeing what that place has to offer, especially the food :). I love buying souvenirs and meeting new people. I love the airport and flying. I love living out of an overpacked suitcase and being okay with wearing wrinkled clothes. One day I'm afraid that I will travel some where and just not come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have secret regrets and wishes. One is that I wish that I never quit playing soccer back in high school. I broke my leg and so quitting for one season was out of my control but ever since I graduated from high school, I've always regretted not playing my senior year. Don't get me wrong or anythying, I'm not Uncle Rico here. It was just something I really enjoyed and think I was pretty good at. Not to mention that the second I decided to not play anymore was the second my fitness did a 180 and my discipline went right with it! Another secret wish I have is that I kind of secretly want a tattoo! I know, disgusting and trashy. You don't have to tell me. Every time I see them on people, especially girls, I automatically think of how trashy it looks but I don't know why I have this desire! It would only be a small one on the back of my neck. Of course I would NEVER get one but I can't deny the fact that I kindof want one. :) Don't judge me. I think it's just a phase I'm going through anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wish I have is that I wish I knew how to cook. I really can't cook to save my life. Although, I do love watching the Food Network, especially the Barefoot Contessa. I can't tell if watching the FN depresses me because it makes me feel like I'm a lost cause or if it inspires me. Hopefully this fact about me doesn't have a direct effect on my marital status in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I stay up WAY too late for my own good. I honestly cannot remember the last time I went to bed before midnight. How sad is that? I never have a good reason to stay up past midnight either. I'm usually just watching HGTV or a rerun of The Hills. I'm tired ALL the time. I can't even keep my eyes open in class. I find myself drifting off at least once a day. All I have to do is just rest my head on my hands. It's not good. I almost talk myself into thinking that I might have mono or something. Unfortunately I think it's just due to the fact that my eyes won't shut before the clock strikes 12 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last but not least, I'm a big sports fan. I like watching and I like playing sports. I've got a father and 3 brothers who are obsessed and so naturally, it's a hobby/interest I have taken on. My favorite sport to watch is football, followed closely by basketball. I love to play soccer and basketball as well although I don't do either very often anymore. This is something that will play into choosing a future spouse. I don't think I can marry someone who doesn't like sports. It just wouldn't work out between the two of us, I know it. Call me shallow if you want, but I don't think I'd be able to handle it if I were a better athlete or knew more about sports than my husband. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. It was nice and long for you as well. I don't know if I will tag anyone because I only have a few options anyway but if you read this, and would like to participate, consider yourself tagged by me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-759939324867659306?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/759939324867659306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=759939324867659306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/759939324867659306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/759939324867659306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-1899985027698977841</id><published>2007-10-18T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:41:44.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now I should really be studying for a test that I'm probably going fail tomorrow. Instead, here I am, spending time on the more important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I took a trip with some friends down to Vegas for the BYU football game. We had a good time and I thought I'd post some pictures. Unfortunately, things didn't get as crazy as we'd hoped but they were still fun regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive down wasn't too bad except for the fact that I was forced to listen to music that I didn't know. What is worse on a road trip than listening to music that you don't know all the words to? I can think of only a few things worse than that. We arrived there safely on Friday night and headed out to the strip for the night. Here are some pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhIG4SHUoI/AAAAAAAAADs/o8EYru4o7xw/s1600-h/michelle"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122923859158717058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhIG4SHUoI/AAAAAAAAADs/o8EYru4o7xw/s200/michelle%27s+camera+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching the fountains at the Bellagio is always a good time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122924743921980050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhI6YSHUpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0sugU1j3alE/s200/michelle%27s+camera+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Michelle and I were happy that we got to partake in the greatness that is Cheesecake Factory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhKPoSHUrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I83ZaWs0G80/s1600-h/michelle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122928330219672306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhMLISHUvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Mm_MbdXS24s/s200/michelle%27s+camera+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122932208575140690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhPs4SHU1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/0_EfSPm4fHY/s200/michelle%27s+camera+1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After getting hit on by some crazy guys, we went to the gardens at the Bellagio and hit up the slots. I only lost $3 and Michelle lost $5. For the record, Michelle did beat the system and maxed out at $10.80 but I refused to go cash it out for her since she isn't 21. As much as I love Michelle, I wasn't going to walk up there and ask for 10 bucks. But great job Michelle! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122928849910715154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhMpYSHUxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6JE0SX6CacY/s200/michelle%27s+camera+113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122929099018818338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhM34SHUyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zIL5Vn_P-HM/s200/michelle%27s+camera+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Saturday, before the game, we went to the ESPN Zone and played in the arcade where Kristine did beat Jordan in a game of basketball. Check out their red eye! They are meant for each other! :) We also ate at some restaurant that I believe was called America, or something equally as awesome. If you like crappy service and okay food then you'll totally love it. (In other words, don't ever go there. You will regret it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122930086861296434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhNxYSHUzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/N2860--XJeE/s200/michelle%27s+camera+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122930335969399618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhN_4SHU0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CYbR2fVL8D8/s200/michelle%27s+camera+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The game was fun and I found $20 bucks so I was happy. We won, so that is good! And can I just say that the seats in that stadium down there are quite comfortable. Whoever is in charge of the seats at Lavell Edwards Stadium should seriously consider putting backs on the benches. No one would ever stand up and it would be fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, it was a good time. Thanks to Jordan's sister for letting us stay at her house and play with her adorable kids. The ride home was probably the best part. We played the Celebrity Name game for 5 hours straight and of course the best team came out on top. Michelle, Eric, and I dominated and pulled out the win right as we pulled into Provo. But needless to say, I will never be playing that game again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-1899985027698977841?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1899985027698977841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=1899985027698977841&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1899985027698977841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/1899985027698977841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/vegas-vacation.html' title='Vegas Vacation'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RxhIG4SHUoI/AAAAAAAAADs/o8EYru4o7xw/s72-c/michelle%27s+camera+086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7561564111350586721</id><published>2007-10-09T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:43:32.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwsiI4SHUnI/AAAAAAAAACk/eAke-CGFyV8/s1600-h/HGTV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119222937379361394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwsiI4SHUnI/AAAAAAAAACk/eAke-CGFyV8/s200/HGTV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a new T.V. obession. Sad, huh? But I can't help it! I am obsessed with HGTV. The entire channel. I could watch it all day and not even blink. Every night when I get into bed I turn on my tv and if it's not already on channel 45, I immediately turn it to that channel. I mean, here it is 12:30 at night and I'm just browsing aroung HGTV's website. I can be entertained by any show that comes on and I love it. It has made me want to re-do every room in my entire house. Either that or call up HGTV and get my parents on one of the many great shows. Rather than doing that though, I think I'll just have to settle for re-doing my own room and the downstairs bathroom. For now at least. There really is no reason for me to re-do my room since I don't plan on living in it for much longer but I just want to. So I'm going to. Don't ask me when I'm going to find the time to do these things because I honestly have no idea. But I will try. I've been looking at Ikea.com trying to find items that I think would look good but I've been pretty disappointed. I think I'm just going to have to make a trip up there and take a look myself. Luckily the parentals will be funding the bathroom project so that'll be nice. As soon as plans are set in stone I will post some pictures. I'll post some before (which will be completely disgusting) and after pictures. Hopefully all goes well. Thanks a lot HGTV!! We'll see if this ends up being a good or bad thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7561564111350586721?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7561564111350586721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7561564111350586721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7561564111350586721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7561564111350586721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-new-obsession.html' title='My New Obsession'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwsiI4SHUnI/AAAAAAAAACk/eAke-CGFyV8/s72-c/HGTV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7090778602759898201</id><published>2007-10-04T14:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T21:46:31.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for that.</title><content type='html'>I had been looking forward to this weekend for quite some time now. The boy that I dated while I was in Key West had planned a trip to Utah for this weekend. He was supposed to get in tonight. Last night I got a phone call and he told me he had some bad news. I immediately knew what he was going to say so I mentally prepared myself as best as I could. Sure enough, the news was that he was no longer going to make the trip. His mom had to have surgery yesterday and I guess it didn't go very well and since he's the "man of the house" he had to stay with her. I completely understand and I'm not mad or anything but I can't help but be a little disappointed. I haven't seen him in over 4 months and was excited for him to come see Utah. Oh well. I guess I'll have to find something ridiculously fun to do this weekend instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7090778602759898201?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7090778602759898201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7090778602759898201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7090778602759898201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7090778602759898201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-much-for-that.html' title='So much for that.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-4981535170024760549</id><published>2007-10-01T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:06:54.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to look forward to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been wanting to go to Europe for basically 15 years now(the first 6 years of my life I probably didn't care). The other night I finally decided that I need to do something about it. I'm 21 years old and I don't really see marriage anywhere in the near future so what better time than now to fulfill a life long dream? I mentioned the idea to my good friend Michelle and she got very excited. So we discussed some ideas of where we would go, when we would go, and how we would go about this trip. We decided that backpacking would be the best option. I have some friends who have done this so obviously we'll get some advice from them on what to bring, how to save money, etc. After talking about it last night, I'm just so excited! We've talked about doing things like this before but I really think that this time we will go through with it. What reason do we have not to? We decided we would go right after Spring semester ends which means that we will be in London when Wimbledon is going on! Another dream to fulfill! It would just be perfect. Right now who knows how long we'll be there for but that can be decided later on down the road. Places we mentioned going are London, Paris, and Rome, and I would like to go to Prague, Venice, and Florence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEnfYSHUiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kiyV4QfugCU/s1600-h/London+Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116414071717450274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEnfYSHUiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kiyV4QfugCU/s200/London+Bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paris&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEnp4SHUjI/AAAAAAAAACE/C0nfwGUQGe0/s1600-h/Eiffel+Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116414252106076722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEnp4SHUjI/AAAAAAAAACE/C0nfwGUQGe0/s200/Eiffel+Tower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEn1oSHUkI/AAAAAAAAACM/H4WyW1WlQ70/s1600-h/Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116414453969539650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEn1oSHUkI/AAAAAAAAACM/H4WyW1WlQ70/s200/Rome.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEoB4SHUlI/AAAAAAAAACU/uGi4wTqhuas/s1600-h/Venice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116414664422937170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEoB4SHUlI/AAAAAAAAACU/uGi4wTqhuas/s200/Venice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know it's still like 9 months away but that is actually quite ideal. It gives us time to save our money and make thorough plans. We'll be able to save quite a bit on the plane tickets because of other reasons so that's good. It would be fun if other friends could come, and anyone who wants to is clearly invited, but I think the friends who would be interested in coming will be married by that time and on awesome internships and what not. So it might just be Michelle and me. We shall see! At least it gives me something to look forward to because I've been feeling like I don't have anything to look forward to lately, which is a feeling I totally hate. I 'm super excited about it and will be very upset if it doesn't work out. I have faith that it will though. I'll definitely keep ya updated on the plans as they come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-4981535170024760549?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4981535170024760549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=4981535170024760549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4981535170024760549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4981535170024760549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Something to look forward to...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RwEnfYSHUiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kiyV4QfugCU/s72-c/London+Bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-8307504434211251602</id><published>2007-09-30T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:10:06.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You don't have any style. You're still stuck in your high school mode."</title><content type='html'>That is what my sister just said to me about the way that I dress. She said that I still wear simple clothes, just like I did when I was in high school and that the style is changing. I told her I don't like to look homeless or like I'm trying too hard which is what I think a lot of people look like these days. I told her that it is the people who wear all the trendy clothes that I, in fact, think look like they are stuck in high school. But that is just my opinion. Funny thing is, I wear a lot of my sister's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't have the greatest clothes or that I don't have the best style. In fact, everyday I dread having to get dressed because I hate most of the clothes that I own. But I also don't think that I am someone you look at and say, "She has no style." I think that for the most part I am good at realizing what I don't look good in and so I don't wear those clothes, even if they are what is cool and hip right now. I'd rather not look pregnant or obese, thank you. I can recognize a good outfit when I see one but that doesn't mean that I would look good in it. I do not have the ideal body type for the style of clothing that is popular right now and I think I am better off simplifying my style, rather than trying to look totally, freaking awesome, hip, and trendy like everyone else by wearing those clothes. So what if my clothes are simple? I would be more than willing to let Stacy and Clinton of "What Not to Wear" come and trash my wardrobe if it meant them helping me find a whole new one worth $5,000. So there it is. If you think my clothes suck, do something about it and contact the show. But I don't think you'll see them finding me outrageous clothing. I think it would actually be more along the lines of simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-8307504434211251602?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8307504434211251602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=8307504434211251602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8307504434211251602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/8307504434211251602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-dont-have-any-style-youre-still.html' title='&quot;You don&apos;t have any style. You&apos;re still stuck in your high school mode.&quot;'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7994935692258645237</id><published>2007-09-25T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:32:46.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RvnuP4SHUcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p1-_OmhBk20/s1600-h/N64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RvnuP4SHUcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p1-_OmhBk20/s200/N64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114380808429720002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good old days of Nintendo 64? I've said for the longest time that I don't want to marry someone who plays Nintendo all the time, if even at all. I'm starting to realize that it is going to be nearly impossible to find a guy who fits that criteria. Looks like I'm bound to be a spinster after all! But seriously, what is the deal with boys and the Nintendo these days? Especially that ridiculous game Halo? I will never understand the need to take off a day of work or school to stay home and play a game for 10+ hours. That has to be the biggest waste of time known to mankind. I could probably handle a guy who liked to get out the old N64 and play a good game of Mario Kart or Mario Party, at the least to appease me and my longing for the good old days, but does he even exist in this world of nerd Halo and Madden 2007 players? Doubtful. I'm probably better off just buying myself a dog to keep me company for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7994935692258645237?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7994935692258645237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7994935692258645237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7994935692258645237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7994935692258645237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/halo.html' title='Halo'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RvnuP4SHUcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p1-_OmhBk20/s72-c/N64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-6977590565795598717</id><published>2007-09-25T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:25:07.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Makeover</title><content type='html'>My blog has been in desperate need of a make over for a while now. I've spent the last hour and a half trying to figure out how to get it to work and right when I was about to give up and go to bed, I figured it out. I'm not sure how I like it but I'm too tired to play around with it right now. I'll probably be switching it up until I find something I really like but for now, this will have to do. As for me, I'm going to bed. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-6977590565795598717?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6977590565795598717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=6977590565795598717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6977590565795598717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/6977590565795598717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-makeover.html' title='Blog Makeover'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-2146317125550530463</id><published>2007-09-20T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:48:58.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Ma'am, Friday Night Lights is FANTASTIC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RvQQ74SHUYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ffe4__PM1I/s1600-h/FNL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RvQQ74SHUYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ffe4__PM1I/s320/FNL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112730097879044482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does nobody watch this show? It is so fantastic. After finishing the DVD's in about 4 days, it has quickly moved up to my number 2 show right now. Coming in a close second to The Office. It's that good. And they are completely different shows. Last year when all the fall shows were about to start, I kept seeing promo's for this show and thought it looked good and I fully planned on watching it. I read all over the place that it was supposed to be so great and so I got excited. For some reason though, the night it premiered I only got to see part of the episode. Then school started and I had all these other shows I was watching and I never got into it. Over Thanksgiving break there was some mini marathon on and I watched a few episodes. I didn't really know what was going on or who anyone was but it still pulled me in. Back to school and once again, no time to add another show. Then I moved to Key West and towards the end of the season, saw another marathon on Bravo. Loved it. Luckily we had DVR there so I was able to record the rest of the season on NBC. Then, the other day I saw it at Target for only 20 bucks! I couldn't pass that deal up and I bought it. I've spent the last 4 nights crying by myself in my room while watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so good, arguably one of the best shows on TV right now(I'm not just saying that. I've read it other places, too!). I really think it's a show that both men and women, boys and girls can all enjoy. There's football, love triangles, good-looking people, storylines about serious issues, great acting(mostly), and the character development is great. You really do care about each character and they just seem so real. If anyone just gave it a chance, I honestly don't know how they wouldn't like it. NBC is even offering a money back guarantee if you buy the DVD season and don't like it. It really isn't necessary though because if you watch it, you will like it. I'd dare say it's in my top 3 or 4 seasons of any show of all time. I couldn't even wait until October 5th when the second season premieres to watch it. I had to watch it on Yahoo last night. Of course I loved it. I'm pretty much obsessed with this show right now, if ya couldn't tell. It has even made me want to move to Texas for a minute. But then I quickly snap back to reality after I remember the heat down there. Maybe I could at least find myself a hot Texan boyfriend who say's "Yes Ma'am" and "Yes Sir" and is totally adorable like Matt Saracen. It just sucks because there's a good chance it could get cancelled this season and I will be totally upset. So go out and buy the DVD, borrow mine, or watch it online! You will love it. Then you can start watching it this fall on Friday's 9/8c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-2146317125550530463?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2146317125550530463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=2146317125550530463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2146317125550530463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/2146317125550530463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-maam-friday-night-lights-is.html' title='Yes Ma&apos;am, Friday Night Lights is FANTASTIC!!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g18mH23aHHA/RvQQ74SHUYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-ffe4__PM1I/s72-c/FNL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-7809827352634738739</id><published>2007-08-18T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:34:24.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want to Miss a Thing</title><content type='html'>You know when you smell a certain scent and it reminds you of something? Or when you hear a song and you immediately think of another time when you heard it? I don't know what this is called or if it even has an official name(I know the scent thing was brought up in an Alias episode though), but it happens to me all the time. I love it. Well, most of the time. I love it when it reminds me of something good. Not so much when it reminds me of a bad thing that happened or of someone I really don't like. For example, I love the lotion from Victoria's Secret called Sweet Temptation because it takes me right back to a trip I took to Washington D.C. when I was a sophmore in high school. It was one of the best trips I've ever been on. I also happen to enjoy the faint smell of smoke because it makes me think of all the great times I've had on trips to Vegas or even Disneyland. I don't really know why it reminds me of Disneyland because I'm pretty sure smoking is not allowed inside the park but I know there is a place right by the Pirates of the Caribbean ride where people are allowed to smoke. Maybe I think of walking by this place. I haven't really been able to decipher yet how I feel about Aqua Di Gio cologne because on the one hand, I do think it's one of the best smelling men's cologne. But on the other hand, it reminds me of an ex-boyfriend who used it. Needless to say things with him didn't end too well so it's not such a good reminder. There is also this other smell that I find quite hard to describe. The only thing that comes to my mind to describe it is that it's a mixture of urine, b.o., alcohol, vomit, garbage, cigar smoke, and bad cologne. It is such a terrible smell. It's not so much that this smell reminds me of a bad time or thing, but it reminds me of every other time I've smelled that terrible smell.  It is precisely what Duval Street in Key West smelled like every day. Luckily, I haven't smelled it since coming back to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that music brings up more good memories for me than bad ones. I love listening to music and so I love associating it with great times that I've had. For some reason, when I listen to Norah Jones, it makes me want to take a trip to NYC. Certain Coldplay songs make me think of Vegas. "How to Save a Life" by The Fray makes me think of when I took a random trip to Chicago. "Chasing Cars" makes me think of the times when Grey's Anatomy was at it's best. There are multiple songs that make me think of So You Think You Can Dance and how much time I've spent watching that show(and how it was so worth it because it's FANTASTIC!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I bring all this up is because this morning I had my Ipod on shuffle as I drove to work. Aerosmith's "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" came on and rather than quickly changing it, like I usually do, I decided to listen to it. All these memories of when I was 12 and 13 flowed into my mind. I then thought of how different my life is now than it was then. Not that it shouldn't be, that was 9 years ago, but I thought of how life was so easy back then. I breezed by all my school work. I had a ton of friends. Heck, even a boy liked me! I didn't have to worry about money or getting a new job. I didn't think about my weight every single day. I didn't have acne, I dont' even have acne now, but I recently had a little break out and I got semi-depressed about that this morning. I was oblivious to anything wrong that was going on in the world. Even more, I was oblivious to any problems that were going on in my family. Something that has changed and will forever been different. My biggest worries back then were about how I was going to convert Justin Timberlake to the church in time for him to be able to go on a mission so that when he got back, we could get married in the temple. Now I'm more worried about the fact that I might not get married at all. How different life was for me back then. When did I grow up and have all these responsibilities and worries thrust upon me? But the truth is, I know I brought them all upon myself. And that, my friends, is what sucks the most about it all. I know I've got to make a thousand changes in my life if I want to be completely happy. And the first one is instead of saying I need to change, I need to do something about it, starting yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-7809827352634738739?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7809827352634738739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=7809827352634738739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7809827352634738739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/7809827352634738739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-want-to-miss-thing.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want to Miss a Thing'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-4719826589529837848</id><published>2007-08-09T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:50:44.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged. Let me fill you in on everything that has gone on in the last 8 months of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I lived in Key West for 5 months and spent a majority of my time there demonstrating color-changing t-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;- I had a boyfriend while I was there and we haven't officially broken up yet but I'm still back to wishing I had one. And fortunately the quote in White Chicks is wrong, once you go black, you really don't need a wheelchair. &lt;br /&gt;- I moved back to Utah to where I had no job and all my friends had boyfriends. It still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;- After a month of babysitting, going to the pool, and taking a vacation to Louisiana, I had a rockin' tan and was finally able to get a job. Not that the tan had anything to do with my employment status though. Unfortunately, I'm not too fond of the job. I don't work enough and I don't make enough money. But, about 10 minutes ago I was just offered a raise. &lt;br /&gt;- I turned 21 but have yet to fully take advantage of the legalness of my age.&lt;br /&gt;- I think I've gained a few pounds and it's completely depressing. &lt;br /&gt;- Summer has been a complete bore. I spend most of my time reading and re-reading books, all while waiting for my only show of the summer(SYTYCD) to come on every week.&lt;br /&gt;- When I got back from Florida I decided not to go back to BYU and I start school in 2 weeks at UVSC. I'm actually a little excited for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that, I think I'm pretty much the same. I still enjoy all the celebrity gossip I can get- I'm happy that David and Victoria Beckham moved to the U.S. so I can see more of him. I'm in love with Jim Halpert more than ever and would probably have to change my whole &lt;a href="http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-list.html"&gt;list&lt;/a&gt; that I created last year to include him on it. I think Britney Spears has gone completely insane. Lindsay Lohan is basically a waste of space but I still hope she can get better(at the rehab center located 30 minutes from my house!). And over the past month or so I have somehow formed a crush on Zac Efron, especially as Link Larkin in Hairspray. I don't like to admit it though because then I feel like a cradle-robber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else there is that has happened in the last 8 months that is significant enough to write about(as if my opinion on celebrities is a significant subject matter). I should've blogged while I was in Key West because there were some interesting things that happened but it's too late for that. Maybe one day I'll dedicate a whole entry to my Key West experience. Anyway, I thought maybe I should write to say that I am alive and hopefully I will continue to blog as much as I did before. We'll see though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-4719826589529837848?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4719826589529837848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=4719826589529837848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4719826589529837848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/4719826589529837848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-116475564566132009</id><published>2006-11-28T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:14:09.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a white trash whore, always a white trash whore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Britney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/Britney.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with Britney Spears?? I was all for a comeback but seriously, is hanging out with the likes of Paris and Lindsay going to help? Probably not. And where the heck are her kids while she's out partying every night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-116475564566132009?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/116475564566132009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=116475564566132009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/116475564566132009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/116475564566132009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-white-trash-whore-always-white.html' title='Once a white trash whore, always a white trash whore?'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-116361398947772262</id><published>2006-11-15T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:12:53.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swiss Nemesis</title><content type='html'>I don't know many people from Switzerland. But the one person I do know that is from there, I don't like. Roger Federer. Do I even have a good reason not to like him? No. But I can't help it. I just don't like him. Being an Andy Roddick fan, I obviously can't stand how he wins everything. But what makes his winning even worse is the way he acts. Are we actually supposed to believe that he is really that shocked to be winning yet ANOTHER grand slam? For example, when he won the US Open this year he fell &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/federer_afp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/federer_afp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to the ground like his life had just been spared and he was just grateful to be alive. Save it, Rog. Don't pretend like you weren't expecting to win the whole tournament from day one. Seriously. We don't want to see it. It's just as boring for us to watch you win again as it is for you to go throughout the tournament slaughtering everyone you play. Am I the only one who thinks that competition in sports is what makes them exciting and fun? Well, with Roger Federer dominating everyone he played, tennis lost that level of competition for a while and it really wasn't all that fun to watch. This is why I couldn't be more happy to say-&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, ANDY IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even say this on the wake of Andy losing another match to Federer at the Masters Cup in Shanghai. And by wake, I mean sleep because the match was on at 4 o'clock in the morning. As much as I love Andy, I might even love my sleep more, so I didn't wake up to watch it. I did, however, use the restroom at about 4:30 and, while I was up, turned on the tv to see what the score was. I was pleasantly suprised to see that Andy was up a break in the first set, 4-2. I watched until the end of that set, which Andy won 6-4, and then went back to bed. I then had about 3 different dreams about the match. In one of them Andy sprained his ankle again and had to forfeit the rest of the match, giving Federer the win. In another one, Andy won in a tie break. I can't remember the other. Finally, when I woke up for good, I got on the computer to see what had actually happened. Both fortunately and unfortunately, none of my dreams came true. Andy didn't win but luckily he hadn't sprained his ankle either. Andy probably should have won the match. He had 3 freaking match points in the 2nd set! But Roger Federer is still Roger Federer and of course had to come back to win. I didn't watch the match so I'm not really sure if Federer was having a bad day or what, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Roddickracket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Roddickracket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but I'm going to assume that he was not, since that rarely ever happens with him. From what I saw and what I read about the match, Andy played really well. This makes me so happy because it means that he really is back, that his little stint in the US Open final this year was not a fluke, like some people thought. He really has improved that much since hiring Jimmy Conners as a coach. It means that there is finally competition back in the game of tennis which is very exciting. It means that it no longer sucks to be an Andy fan. It almost has me wishing I was this tennis racket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-116361398947772262?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/116361398947772262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=116361398947772262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/116361398947772262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/116361398947772262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/11/swiss-nemesis.html' title='The Swiss Nemesis'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115854305974594883</id><published>2006-09-17T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:33:43.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I baked you some cookies. Let's get married now."</title><content type='html'>It's weird that it's almost been a whole month since I last posted. It doesn't feel that long. I've been meaning to post about my tennis boyfriend, Andy Roddick, and the US Open but just haven't gotten around to it yet. Right now though, there's something else on my mind that I've decided to write about instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I never wanted to go to school at BYU. I don't know where I wanted to go to college but it wasn't BYU. I mean, I guess deep down inside of me I thought I might end up there because both of my parents went to BYU, but it just wasn't something I ever really thought about. Somehow, I ended up choosing to go there as well. This is my 3rd year at BYU and I'll be honest, going to school here can be pretty annoying sometimes, but not really because of the school or the education I am attempting to gain. It's more because of the social "norms" that we are supposed to believe are actually normal. I've never been able to get into all of that stuff and it's only gotten worse as time has passed. Does that mean there is something wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me because I don't want to take cookies to some boys apartment who I know really don't care about the people bringing them the cookies but just care that they brought a plate of cookies with them? There shouldn't be anything wrong with that. But that's not what I've been practically brainwashed into thinking. I'm sorry but that's not how I want to meet my future husband. It would give him a false impression of me anyway because I don't cook. Is taking cookies to a boy, and other ways similar to that, the only way I am going to be able to meet a decent guy? If so, then there is NO hope for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to deny the fact that a lot of what has contributed to my anti-socialness is my lack of self-confidence. It has gone down the drain in recent years and at this point, I just know that going out isn't going to make me feel better. So instead, I choose to stay at home. I'd rather sit my house/apartment and read or watch tv then go out and know that I'm going to come home feeling worse than I did before I left. I can't help it that I think like that. I don't know what it is exactly that I'm trying to say. Right now, I'm just typing. I've just gotten really frustrated with some of the people at BYU and the way that going here has made me feel about myself. I'm not blaming my lack of self-confidence on BYU. It's my fault that I feel the way that I do, I know that, but going here has not helped. At one point, I actually thought that I might be able to find someone here at BYU that I would want to spend my life with. But now, that just isn't looking like it's going to happen. Not to mention that any faith I had left in men and marriage, which was very small anyway, is now gone after seeing "The Last Kiss" last night. Thank you Zach Braff and co. I really just wish that I could somehow see into the future and know that everything was going to work out. That I could somehow know that the fact that I don't take cookies to guys or go and visit them on a daily basis won't actually make that much of a difference in my life. Obviously that can't happen. So I'm going to continue to live my life as a BYU student and hope for the best. That's pretty much all I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115854305974594883?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115854305974594883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115854305974594883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115854305974594883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115854305974594883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-baked-you-some-cookies-lets-get.html' title='&quot;I baked you some cookies. Let&apos;s get married now.&quot;'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115605507136776891</id><published>2006-08-19T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:11:36.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Roddick? Yes, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/andyroddick.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/andyroddick.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a Saturday night and I'm sitting at home. I guess I should probably be hanging out with friends but no one ever calls me. And when they do it seems like I never see that they have called until I am getting into bed. Maybe I'm just meant to be a loser, who knows. Anyway, rather than hanging out the past few nights I've been enjoying a few Andy Roddick tennis matches on TV. I had forgotten how much I loved him until watching him play again. I mean, I've always loved him because lets face it, he's a hottie, but I had forgotten how much I love to watch him play tennis. It seems as though he may be getting out of the slump he has been in for about a year or so. I'm crossing my fingers. He's reached the finals in the tournament that he's currently playing in and I'm looking forward to watching his match tomorrow. I may even have to skip out on Relief Society to watch it, but like skipping Relief Society would be anything new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found out he has been dating Maria Sharapova. Apparently it's one of the "worst kept dating secrets since Brad and Angelina". Wait, Sharapova's not pregnant is she? Well, their coupledom was news to me. I guess they were keeping it a secret because of her age. Which really doesn't make any sense to me because it's not like she was under 18. She's 19 now so if they've been dating for a year, she'd still have been legal. I don't know why but I don't like them together. For some reason I'm not a big fan of Sharapova's. I don't like the way she screams out every time her racket touches the ball and she's not cute enough for Andy. I liked it better when he was dating Mandy Moore. And come to think of it, it was when he was dating her that he was playing some of his best tennis. That's when he won the US Open. He should really think about getting back with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I ventured onto Andy Roddick's website and came across his blog. Here is the link if you ever joy to visit:&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andyroddick.com/category/andys-blog/"&gt;Andy's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't know how to incorporate the link right into my paragraph. Anyway, I don't know if he actually writes it or if someone else does it for him. Regardless, I'm just going to think that he writes it himself because it only makes me love him more. As you can see, I enjoy athletes. I think it's apparent who my two favorites are but just in case you don't know, it's Andy Roddick and David Beckham. I just want to make it clear that it's not only because of their looks that I like them. I enjoy their talent as well. Notice that I said not &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; their looks because trust me, I definitely enjoy those. But now that I've seen Becks play live, I need to see Andy Roddick play live as well. Looks like I'll just have to make a trip out to Wimbledon next year. Maybe I'll run into Posh and Becks while I'm out there. Now who wants to pay for my plane ticket?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115605507136776891?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115605507136776891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115605507136776891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115605507136776891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115605507136776891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/08/andy-roddick-yes-please.html' title='Andy Roddick? Yes, please.'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115550908788886976</id><published>2006-08-13T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:13:12.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beckham Experience</title><content type='html'>To preface this post I just want to say that I am mostly writing it for myself and it will probably be long. I am not very good at keeping a journal these days but this weekend is one that I definitely need to record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was able to go to the Real Madrid vs. Real Salt Lake soccer game in SLC and let me tell you, it was great. But I will get to the game later. Friday is where the fun for me began. As you can see in my last post, I was well aware of David Beckham's presence in Utah this week. I had heard of many different times that he had signed autographs and taken pictures with fans. The sad part was that I didn't hear about them until AFTER they had already taken place. I was determined to see Beckham as up close as possible but after hearing about all these missed opportunities, I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to do that. Then I heard about the Real Madrid practice that was open to the public on Friday morning. Clearly, I wanted to go, but unfortunately I had to work. Plus, I had no one to go with. Thursday night I was talking to my dad about it when he told me that he and my two younger brothers, Tyler and Carson, were planning on going. It wasn't too difficult of a decision for me and I quickly decided I would call in sick to work and go to the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Realmadridpractice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/Realmadridpractice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was a little late meeting my dad and brothers at the practice but they had already gotten some pretty good seats. We were about 10 rows up in the middle of the stadium. I would say that there were probably a few thousand people there. It was ridiculously hot outside and I immediately regretted getting ready because it meant that I would need to shower again when I got home. We sat there for about an hour and a half just watching Real Madrid practice. Well, I guess I should clarify and say that I was mostly just watching Beckham. Luckily, I brought my camera and took a good amount of pictures. I strongly feel that you can never have too many pictures of the most attractive soccer player ever.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/RMpractice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/RMpractice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun being able to watch one of the best soccer teams in the world practice. I was already looking forward to watching them in the game, but to be able to see them practice too was just an added bonus. We heard that Real Madrid was doing an autograph signing after the practice but were dissappointed to find out that you had to pay 200 bucks to get in and it was already sold out. I love David Beckham and everything, but I'm a college student and although I'd be willing to pay money to see him, I don't know about 200 bucks. I was just going to have to take my chances on my amateur stalking skills which I was hoping to put into play on Saturday. Instead of leaving right after the practice ended we decided to stick around, along with plenty of other people, and cross our fingers hoping some of the players would come out and sign autographs for us fans. They did not dissappoint. As soon as the first player walked toward us Tyler, Carson and I wiggled our way to the very front row. I didn't have anything for them to sign, nor was I too interested in getting anyone except Beckham's autograph, so I just took some pictures. Fabio Cannavaro, who I loved when he played for Italy in the World Cup, came out and started signing autographs. Both of my brothers were lucky enough to get his autograph. Then some other players who I didn't know came out. Finally, Beckham came out and walked directly toward where we were standing. Tyler, who was towering over some poor girl in front of him, leaned forward even more and Beckham signed both his ball and his new Real Madrid soccer jersey. I couldn't get very many pictures because everyone around me was freaking out. I was still excited for my brother though. I turned around to tell my dad and he said, "Why don't you have him sign your phone or something?" I thought, &lt;em&gt;Dad, you're a genious!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/autograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/autograph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my dad threw me my cell phone and I quickly walked down to where Beckham was headed. He was nice enough to walk down the entire front row signing autograph after autograph. I found where he was and shoved myself in between two smelly old men who had removed their shirts for him to sign. When Beckham reached where we were standing I held my phone down near his hand hoping he would sign it next. He skipped over it at first but then came back, took it in his hand, and signed "D Beckham" on the back. This is a picture I found on a local newspaper's website and laughed when I saw myself in the background. I was very excited to get this autograph. I thought I'd be content with just getting pictures of him up close, which I did get plenty of, but now I am glad that I was also able to get his autograph. It made skipping work and sweating bullets to see him totally worth it in the end. I'd do it all over again if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, McKensie and I decided to make a day trip to Salt Lake before the game. We originally planned on going shopping and to dinner before the game but that plan changed when we decided to eat dinner at Little America. Little America just so happens to be across the street from the Grand America Hotel, where Real Madrid was staying(input amateur stalking skills). Right after we were finished eating McKensie looked outside the window and noticed that the team's bus was in front of the hotel and there were already some fans gathered outside waiting for them. She freaked out a bit in the restaurant because she was so excited. I was a little embarrassed, as was she after she realized what she had done, but we both hurried across the street to join in the waiting for the team. We waited for about 45 minutes until the team finally started walking out, one by one, to the bus. As soon as the first player, my Italian love Fabio Cannavaro, came out everyone rushed towards the bus. There was a police man guarding us from getting too close but we were still about 2 feet away from the players. Beckham came out alot sooner than I had expected him to. McKensie and I both let out a little scream when we saw him and I quickly took some pictures. He looked right at McKensie and me and smiled that beautiful smile of his. It was so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game started at 7:30 and after waiting in the most HORRIBLE traffic to park we walked as fast as we could to the stadium. We didn't want to miss the kick off or anything else for that matter. Beckham didn't start but that didn't make the first half of the game any less exciting. There was some great soccer being played in that first half and it was so awesome just to be there. I honestly didn't care who touched the ball or who scored, it was just fun to watch. The score at the half was 1-0 for Real Madrid. They scored on a penalty kick right before the half ended. During halftime Real Madrid came from the locker room and started warming up for the second half. David Beckham was one of the players warming up and out came the cameras. It was amazing to look around and see all the flashing cameras, mine included. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/realtn612_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/realtn612_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David Beckham started the second half and played until the end of the game. He didn't do anything amazing but it was hard for me to take my eyes off of him. I know that he's not the best player on the field, or pitch I guess I should say, but I found myself just waiting for him to get the ball. When he did the flashes went off and the girls screamed. What was so great is that he's the only one who has bright blue cleats on so it was easy to spot him from a distance. He was able to get a few shots off but unfortunately none of them went in. Although I was cheering for the home team, it would have been awesome to see him score. He had a great opportunity when RSL committed a foul right outside the 18 yard line. Free kicks being Beckham's specialty I could see everyone around me getting ready to take a picture.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/realtn615_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/realtn615_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were thousands of flashes when he kicked that ball but unfortunately it didn't "bend" enough and it knocked off the wall built by the RSL players. Real Madrid scored again leaving the final score at 2-0. I was pleasantly surprised because I fully expected Real Salt Lake to get blown out. All in all, it was a very good game and well worth the money for the ticket. When the game ended everyone cheered and the players on the field clapped their hands thanking the fans. Beckham clapped towards every side of the stadium and received monstrous cheers from the fans left in the stands. I kept waiting for him to remove his jersey and trade it with one of the RSL players but was a bit dissappointed when he only removed it about 5 seconds before entering the locker room. As soon as he did, I heard girls screaming everywhere which is totally understandable. I later found out that he gave his jersey to Tom Cruise who was in attendance at the game with Katie Holmes. I'm just going to forget that I even heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Salt Lake announced yesterday that they are going to be building a stadium for the team in Sandy. I'm excited because that means they are staying in Utah. Dave Checketts has already invited Real Madrid to come to the opening of the new stadium in 2008. If that week turns out to be anything like this week, I think it's clear that soccer fans in Utah have a lot to look forward to. I read an article in the newspaper where David Beckham, who has said that he would like to play in the MLS someday,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/luUmMBXT.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/luUmMBXT.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; said of the possiblity of playing for Real Salt Lake, "It's possible. You never know what happens in the future. No one can tell what's going to happen in any footballer's future. But we'll see." A girl can dream, can't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115550908788886976?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115550908788886976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115550908788886976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115550908788886976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115550908788886976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/08/beckham-experience.html' title='The Beckham Experience'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115516989839550396</id><published>2006-08-09T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:56:31.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Becks.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/Becks.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Becks2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/Becks2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Becks3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/Becks3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends, is the Soccer Sex God in my homestate of Utah. I can't begin to explain how excited I am to see him in person on Saturday. SO EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115516989839550396?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115516989839550396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115516989839550396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115516989839550396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115516989839550396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115413273743004776</id><published>2006-07-28T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:25:37.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know She Can Dance</title><content type='html'>I'm a little upset today. Actually, I'm really upset. Last night on SYTYCD, my favorite dancer was eliminated. Now, I wouldn't be so upset if Allison had actually deserved to be eliminated. But I think it is clear, and not only to me, that Allison was the best girl dancer, if not the best dancer period on the whole show. How America didn't see that is a mystery to me. Actually, I think most of America did see that. They just didn't vote becaue they figured that she would make it to the end and so they voted for those who they thought needed it more. Big fat mistake people! Vote for your favorite dancer and they will stay! It's not a hard concept to grasp. I voted over 400 times for Allison but it obviously didn't help. It seriously boggles my mind that people actually voted for Heidi, Natalie and friggin' Donyelle more than they voted for Allison. Hello people!! Donyelle sucks. She is not nearly as good as Allison. The only reason she has looked good up until now is because Benji was her partner. And Benji's so good he could make my dog look like she's a good dancer. What do I have to look forward to watching now? Natalie crying? Nope, seen that plenty of times before. Heidi's scandalous outfits? Nope, don't care to see that. Donyelle dancing at all? H to the no. Especially because it should be her A sitting in the audience watching and not Allison's. Allison was the only dancer I actually looked forward to watching, she was THAT good. If Benji or Travis don't win and it's one of those girls, I'm writing the show off for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115413273743004776?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115413273743004776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115413273743004776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115413273743004776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115413273743004776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-know-she-can-dance.html' title='I Know She Can Dance'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115345643954536183</id><published>2006-07-20T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:45:04.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Heavens</title><content type='html'>The title to this post is very appropriate. First of all, I just want to say that I am so glad that America was smart and didn't vote for Dmitry on my new favorite reality TV show. Yes, that is right everyone, So You Think You Can Dance is my favorite summer show. For the record, I think Allison should win. And I'm not just saying that because she is a local and went to my same junior high. I think she is the best dancer on the show. But then again, what do I know about dancing? I also love Benji because he is hysterical. They are the only ones who ever get my votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if you haven't noticed already, I have changed the URL to my blog. It is now so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com. Original, I know. I was just sick of having my first and last name as the URL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I have yet to post about how the Soccer Sex God himself,(Kristine thought of that one) David Beckham is coming to Salt Lake City in 23 days and I get to see him in person. HELLO!! It is not certain whether he will play or not but do I really care? Well, maybe a little, but I mostly just want to see his beautiful face. I found out today that he is scheduled to participate in an autograph signing session before the game. You can bet your you know what that I will be there! McKensie and I are very excited, to say the least. It is going to be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now. I am going to go to bed now so I can wake up and look hot for the beautiful inter-office mail delivery person who comes into my office each day. He WILL love me someday. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115345643954536183?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115345643954536183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115345643954536183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115345643954536183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115345643954536183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/praise-heavens.html' title='Praise the Heavens'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115258230185561165</id><published>2006-07-10T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:00:59.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My List</title><content type='html'>I do not want to be at work any longer. It is 3:30 and I am ready to go home. Time to write another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across another person's blog and the entry was about 10 characters in television and movies that they would "do". I, being the good Mormon girl that I am, obviously wouldn't "do" them. Deciding to define "do" in another way, I started thinking of who I would choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/noel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/noel.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Rustyryan.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Rustyryan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honorable Mention&lt;/strong&gt;: Noel Crane from Felicity(when he has cute hair) and Rusty Ryan from Oceans 11(I had to add Brad Pitt in there somewhere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/BenBarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/BenBarry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Ben Barry from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.&lt;/strong&gt; Matthew McConaughey has got a rockin' bod, there's no denying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/180px-Lost-sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/180px-Lost-sawyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Sawyer from Lost.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't help but think the bad guy is sexy. And he also has a rockin' bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Paul_Walker_i_Into_t_90352c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Paul_Walker_i_Into_t_90352c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Paul Walker's character on Into the Blue.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I don't even know his name but that is not a requirement. All I remember from that movie is that he looked GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/img424513328f529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/img424513328f529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Tony from 24.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh how I miss Tony. Who doesn't want to, ahem, "do" a hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/will_t3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/will_t3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Will Tippin from Alias.&lt;/strong&gt; I loved him. I almost wanted him to hook up with Sidney instead of Vaughn. Almost. But who doesn't want a hot best friend, with added benefits, like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Patrick_dempsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Patrick_dempsey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Dr. McDreamy from Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, nobody can deny the fact that he really is a dreamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Matt.Damon.Jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Matt.Damon.Jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Jason Bourne from the Bourne Identity.&lt;/strong&gt; I only needed to see one scene in that movie to make me want to rock that bod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Yowza%20Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Yowza%20Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Jack from Lost.&lt;/strong&gt; He used to be my number 4 but after having recently watched Party of Five, Matthew Fox is really starting to grow on me. And when he is Jack, he is just plain sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Speedy02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Speedy02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ben Covington from Felicity.&lt;/strong&gt; As big of a jerk as he can be, I still love him. I don't know what it is about him that makes me love him as much as I do, I just do. And I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Vaughn.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Vaughn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Michael Vaughn in Alias.&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't know it was possible for me to love Michael Vartan any more than I did in Never Been Kissed. But then I saw Alias. Do I really need to explain more? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is my list of characters I would "do". You can choose to define "do" however you joy and I will define it however I joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/andy_roddick_naked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/andy_roddick_naked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/normal_itwmag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/normal_itwmag3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add that if athletes were a part of this list then I would have to add Andy Roddick and David Beckham to it. I'm not sure but I think I might make Andy my number one and David my number 4 behind Ben. I love Andy and I seriously think that I could look at David Beckham all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/WCUP-WORLD-CUP-SOCCER-ENGLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/WCUP-WORLD-CUP-SOCCER-ENGLA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/beckham_20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/beckham_20.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115258230185561165?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115258230185561165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115258230185561165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115258230185561165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115258230185561165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-list.html' title='My List'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115257569926429802</id><published>2006-07-10T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:54:59.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/taraballoons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/taraballoons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be 20. That is halfway to 40. 40 is halfway to 80 which is practically dead. Okay, that's a little extreme. It's just a little weird thinking that my teenage years will be over in less than 12 hours. I'm so old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115257569926429802?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115257569926429802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115257569926429802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115257569926429802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115257569926429802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-115246690140434088</id><published>2006-07-09T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:20:50.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol: Boy Band Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/nsync.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/400/nsync.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/b.S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/b.S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/260_con_981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/320/260_con_981.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I used to be an avid boy band fan back in the day. Nsync, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees, you name it. I was a fan. Let's be honest though, 98 Degrees never achieved the fame that the Backstreet Boys or Nsync did. Therefore, I wasn't as big of fan of them as I was BSB and Nsync. Out of those two groups, it was always a toss up as to who I liked more. I went through phases and at times liked BSB more. Other times, I was thoroughly obsessed with Nsync. I've been to 3&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys concerts and one Nsync concert over the course of my life and I enjoyed every single one of them. I used to have posters covering the walls of my room and I recorded every appearance they had on TV. Yes, I was a huge fan, but I wasn't one of those girls who you always saw crying at their concerts or anything like that. I wasn't that extreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am writing about this was because having listened to practically every song on my iPod while at work, I decided I'd listen to the good old boy bands. I listened to all of them. I started thinking about how talented they really were and if they were even talented at all. I wondered what would happen if each member was on American Idol, singing solos. Who would win? Here is what I think would happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 3 groups there are 14 members- 98 Degrees: Jeff, Justin, Nick, and Drew. Nsync: Justin, Joey, JC, Chris, and Lance. BSB: Brian, AJ, Nick, Howie, and Kevin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris from Nsync would get laughed at and his audition would be replayed for weeks. Definitely not in the top ten. I also think that neither Kevin, Justin from 98 Degrees(is he the ugly bald one? I think so, but that might be Jeff. We'll just pretend like it's Justin. Those of you who know the group, know who I'm talking about) or Joey would make it to the top ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the top ten would be Jeff, Nick L., Drew, Justin, JC, Lance, Brian, AJ, Nick, and Howie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first round&lt;/strong&gt; I think that Howie would get kicked off. Although, he does represent the only bit of diversity on this version of AI. Regardless, I think he would be gone. He doesn't have the looks and his voice is too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second round:&lt;/strong&gt; Lance would be kicked off. His voice is too deep and I don't think he has the range to make it as a solo artist. Plus, he's just goofy looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Round:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm going to say that Jeff from 98 Degrees would be booted this round. I don't really know what he sounds like when singing alone so this is really just based on what I know about the other members of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth Round:&lt;/strong&gt; Drew would be knocked out of the competition. See reason for Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifth Round:&lt;/strong&gt;  I know a lot of girls like Nick Carter but he just doesn't do it for me. And his voice definitely doesn't do it for me. He tried it as a solo artist once and it didn't work out for him. So although some might be sad to see him go, it's definitely his turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixth Round:&lt;/strong&gt; JC would be kicked off. I was always a big fan of his. He has a good voice, I just don't think he would accumulate enough votes to move past this round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Round:&lt;/strong&gt; AJ would be next to go. He has a really good voice and he has a different look than the rest. He would be like the "bad boy" of the competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eighth Round: &lt;/strong&gt;Sadly enough, I would say that Nick Lachey would be booted next. He's good, but I just don't think he's as good as the other two remaining. Albeit, he's definitely got the looks and the body. Any girl would take what's left of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The finale:&lt;/strong&gt; Brian and Justin are left. This would be a very difficult decision. Brian has an amazing voice, there's no denying that, but Justin can sing as well. If it were based on looks alone, then Justin would win. Only if he looked like he does now, and not like he did when he was a member of Nsync. But if I had to decide based just on singing abilities, then Brian would take it. But America decides and it's not always just based on talent. A lot of things play into their decision- who is more likeable, who is more attractive, who can entertain better, who is most consistent, etc. So, after thinking about it long and hard(not really) the winner is...drumroll please.....Justin Timberlake. Brian has a great voice but I think Justin would be the better entertainer. He's also better looking. I didn't base my decision on the fact that Justin has already made it as a solo artist. If everyone was unknown at the beginning of the show, I still think he would win. Ultimately, I'd be happy with either decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. "American Idol: Boy Bands Edition".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-115246690140434088?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/115246690140434088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=115246690140434088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115246690140434088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/115246690140434088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/07/american-idol-boy-band-edition.html' title='American Idol: Boy Band Edition'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-114851442680171672</id><published>2006-05-24T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:18:59.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Wears Jack Bauer Pajama's</title><content type='html'>Monday night was the season finale of 24. It was pretty much amazing. 2&lt;br /&gt;hours of pure awesomeness. Finally Jack avenged the deaths of Pres.&lt;br /&gt;Palmer, Tony, and Michelle like he should have a long time ago. I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the only one who was happy to see him put a bullet in the man&lt;br /&gt;that was responsible for all of their deaths. Not to mention that&lt;br /&gt;Robocop was completely heinous looking. The whole episode was just&lt;br /&gt;great. In my opinion, I think it was the best season finale that 24 has&lt;br /&gt;ever had. They left us with a huge cliffhanger at the end and I really&lt;br /&gt;don't even know what to expect for next season. Except 24 action filled&lt;br /&gt;episodes, but that's pretty much a given at this point. I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make it 7 months until it starts up in January. And it's&lt;br /&gt;the first time I've really had to do it. It's going to be difficult. I&lt;br /&gt;may have to pull out seasons 1-4 and watch them all again, just to get&lt;br /&gt;my 24 fix each month. One thing I know is it's going to be a LONG 7&lt;br /&gt;months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched the first season of Lost last week. I was really surprised&lt;br /&gt;at how much I liked it. I know of one reason that I like it so much and&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you it in two words. Matthew Fox. He's a dream. Very hot. Not&lt;br /&gt;the same Charlie back from Party of Five. Charlie was cute but Jack&lt;br /&gt;Shephard is definitely cuter. I prefer the buzz cut to the long shaggy&lt;br /&gt;hair. And I especially prefer the shorts, suits, and baggy jeans to the&lt;br /&gt;practically painted on jeans of the early 90's. He is one of those who&lt;br /&gt;has just gotten better with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/jack12.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/400/jack12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/1600/Lost%20Jack.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3660/1976/200/Lost%20Jack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of both 24 and Lost, someone once said to me or I read it&lt;br /&gt;somewhere that Jack Bauer could get off the Lost island in 24 hours. I&lt;br /&gt;found this to be hysterical and truly believable. Of course he could.&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking Jack Bauer. He's amazing. Before I saw this I had actually&lt;br /&gt;thought about it. I thought that when Lost is ready to end they should&lt;br /&gt;do a crossover season with 24. Let Jack(Bauer), with the help of&lt;br /&gt;Jack(Shephard), save everyone from that stupid island. I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;they could do it but I'm sure the writers could figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be great. People would be dying left and right(because that's what&lt;br /&gt;happens when Jack Bauer is around)but of course, at least one of the&lt;br /&gt;Jack's would survive, hopefully both. Okay, maybe it's a stupid idea but&lt;br /&gt;you know that everyone would tune into that show. I know I would. My&lt;br /&gt;bestest roommate Kristine, who I miss tremendously, asked me which Jack&lt;br /&gt;I like better. Jack Bauer or Jack Shephard. The answer is clear. Who do&lt;br /&gt;I want as my husband? Jack Shephard. Who do I want to be there to save&lt;br /&gt;my life? Definitely Jack Bauer. And then of course, Dr. McDreamy would&lt;br /&gt;be there to perform any emergency surgery that I needed. What a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-114851442680171672?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114851442680171672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=114851442680171672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114851442680171672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114851442680171672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/05/superman-wears-jack-bauer-pajamas.html' title='Superman Wears Jack Bauer Pajama&apos;s'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-114851422276593786</id><published>2006-05-24T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:43:42.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Sucks</title><content type='html'>I've come to accept the fact that I don't have anything interesting to&lt;br /&gt;talk about on this blog. All I have really talked about so far are things pertaining to the entertainment industry. Until something exciting&lt;br /&gt;starts happening in my life,  which I really don't see happening any time in&lt;br /&gt;the near future, I will probably continue to only blog about stupid&lt;br /&gt;things such as celebrities, tv shows, and movies. I've accepted it and&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like it, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-114851422276593786?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114851422276593786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=114851422276593786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114851422276593786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114851422276593786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-blog-sucks.html' title='My Blog Sucks'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-114685452774303842</id><published>2006-05-05T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:42:07.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New mission impossible: Shut celebs up</title><content type='html'>By Chris Hicks&lt;br /&gt;Deseret Morning News &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      Does anyone remember when summer movies actually started in summer?&lt;br /&gt;      OK, they probably never waited until June 21, but for many years the summer-movie season began on Memorial Day weekend — at the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;      Here it is May 5, and already we have "Mission: Impossible III," a major-studio, big-budget action epic, which officially kicks off this summer's movie season.&lt;br /&gt;      By the time it really is summer, the season will be nearly over (discounting August, a dumping ground for leftover bad movies).&lt;br /&gt;      If they start coming any earlier, we won't be able to tell summer movies from Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;      Still, "M:I III" looks pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;      Even though I had some problems with the two earlier "M:I" movies, I have to admit there are several aspects to this one that I find intriguing: great-looking action and stunts, Philip Seymour Hoffman as the chief villain, a new director in J.J. Abrams, who was behind the exciting TV series "Alias" (as well as "Lost").&lt;br /&gt;      But this new "M:I" movie does have one big hurdle that I'm not sure I can get over: Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;      True, he's probably the biggest of the big movie stars, and he has that killer smile and great teeth, and he certainly seems game for anything on the action front.&lt;br /&gt;      But he's still Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;      I've just seen too much of him over the past year or so, I guess. I know too much about him.&lt;br /&gt;      I want to go to "M:I III" and see agent Ethan Hunt, not Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;      Not that zany guy jumping on Oprah's couch, the one who had a baby with his 16-years-younger girlfriend Katie Holmes (in a secret Scientology kind of way), then named the kid "Suri" (did she have a fringe on top?) and now talks about getting married somewhere down the road; late summer, early fall; when the kid goes to college (Suri, not Katie).&lt;br /&gt;      Hey, call me old-fashioned . . . and I'm sure some of you will (among other, perhaps unprintable, names) . . . but there are certain things, 21st century or not, that just ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;      I think I liked it better when we didn't know nearly so much about actors we see in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;      These days it's impossible to avoid celebrities' personal lives screaming at us from People magazine and its many weekly clones, and "Entertainment Tonight" and its many nightly clones.&lt;br /&gt;      And it's not just A-list celebs — and not even just B-, C- and D-list celebs. It now extends to the correspondents and hosts of the "E.T." shows, who treat each other like celebrities. (Z-list celebs?)&lt;br /&gt;      And how about all the talk shows and magazine shows and late-night shows and awards shows, and all the other avenues of exposure that compete for stars?&lt;br /&gt;      Cruise may be the most overexposed star of the moment, but he certainly isn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;      How about Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt (and, by extension, Jennifer Aniston)?&lt;br /&gt;      Will I ever be able to take Jolie or Pitt seriously in a movie again?&lt;br /&gt;      Or Gwyneth Paltrow? She really named one of her kids Apple?&lt;br /&gt;      Or such other overexposed "stars" as Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachy, and Charlie Sheen and Denise Richards, and Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie. . . .&lt;br /&gt;      Oh wait, different category; no one takes them seriously.&lt;br /&gt;      Maybe we should petition for a National Celebrity Shut-up Day.&lt;br /&gt;      Hey, if they thought it would get them some attention, they just might do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't agree more. National Celebrity Shut-up Day. Fabulous idea. Though I was able to look past Tom Cruise being Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible 3 last night and thoroughly enjoy myself. Great job J.J. But I truly wish the likes of TomKat and Brangelina would just GO AWAY!! And why not just make a national holiday out of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-114685452774303842?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114685452774303842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=114685452774303842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114685452774303842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114685452774303842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-mission-impossible-shut-celebs-up.html' title='New mission impossible: Shut celebs up'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-114667910974988485</id><published>2006-05-03T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:59:35.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>It's happening again. I think I have found my addiction. For some people it's drugs, for others it's alcohol, I even know some people addicted to tanning. But for me, it's television shows on DVD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started about 2 1/2 years ago. It was Christmas break during my senior year of high school. My good friend Tawny (who gets back from Hawaii in one month, YEA!!!) had recommended the show Alias to me. She told me it was a great show, that it was totally addicting, and that there was an amazingly attractive guy in it. This was the same guy that I fell in love with while watching Never Been Kissed so of course I wanted to watch it. I had also heard other people say some great things about the show. Tawny owned the first couple of seasons so since we didn't have school, I borrowed the first one and got started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't lying when she said it was addicting. I found myself staying up til the wee hours of the morning watching this show. I had a hard time turning it off. I couldn't stand the sexual tension between Sydney and Vaughn and I had to get to Episode 13 in season 2 when they FINALLY kissed. Staying up til 3 wasn't a huge deal because I didn't have school or work the next morning. It was that summer that it really became a problem. I had a full time job from 8-5 everyday and it was hard to stay awake. Falling asleep at your desk is quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break from the DVD watching when I started college in the fall. But then I borrowed the seasons of Dawson's Creek from my good friend Megan and it started all over again. It wasn't rare to find me cuddled up on the Love Sac at 3 a.m. getting frustrated with Joey, hating Dawson, and wishing Pacey was my boyfriend. I knew it was bad when one night the time came for me to finally go to bed and my roommate was waking up for the day. She had a weird habit of waking up at 4 a.m. though so it's really not as bad as it seems. Speaking of Dawson's, I should really borrow the rest of the seasons so I can finish the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer is where it really got bad. My friends found out that you could rent the first two seasons of Felicity from the library. I got so excited. You see, Felicity used to be my favorite TV show back when I was in like 8th grade. I loved that I was able to re-watch Felicity choose Ben at the end of her freshman year and that I was able to fall in love with Ben and Noel all over again. The catch was that I had to do it all in one week. That was all the time the library gave you to watch them. This wouldn't have been a problem except for once again, I had work every morning at 8. Needless to say the only way I survived was by forming another addiction, this one to Diet Coke. It's the only thing that got me through those 8 hour days. After finishing the first 3 seasons of Felicity I decided I really liked this whole TV show on DVD thing. I decided to get a movie rental pass from Blockbuster. I truly believe this is what did me in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many shows that I had always wanted to watch while they were on TV, I just didn't have time to sit down and watch them every week. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to finally watch them. I made a list of the shows I wanted to rent and watch before the end of summer. What was so great about this pass was that I could keep each DVD as long as I wanted so I wasn't forced to watch these shows in a limited amount of time. I started with The O.C. and after I finished that I decided to watch 24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends LOVED 24. They were totally addicted. I should've known that the same thing would happen to me. If any show was ever addicting, it's 24. I literally could not turn it off. Every episode just leaves you hanging and I always felt like I had to watch just one more. It was a vicious cycle with every episode and that's what was so bad. I would stay up til 4 every night and not even realize it. But boy did I feel it the next day at work! That summer I ended up watching the first 2 seasons before I had to go back to school. Come Christmas break and I was doing it again. I had to finish the first 4 seasons before season 5 started in January. I don't regret a thing. Why would I? 24 is practically the greatest show ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for me writing this lengthy blog is that it's happening again. I'm relapsing. School is out and I still have that pass to Blockbuster. Last night I rented Grey's Anatomy and stayed up and watched 4 episodes. Once again, I had a difficult time turning it off. It's a great show. I love that I can go back and watch the great shows I didn't have time to watch the first time around. It's like the best and the worst thing that ever happened to me, all in one. This makes me sound like I'm a loser with no friends, but the truth is, I'm just a loser. My friends call me to hang out and sometimes, I'd rather just stay home and watch these shows. I usually just watch them when I get home from hanging out. That's what makes it so bad, because I don't start watching until like midnight. As bad as it is, I do plan on watching other television series this summer. I guess I just better get used to drinking Diet Coke every day at work. I'm pretty sure it's the only way I'm going to survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-114667910974988485?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114667910974988485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=114667910974988485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114667910974988485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114667910974988485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/05/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-114615872792083766</id><published>2006-04-27T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:25:27.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>As I sit here at work, struggling to keep my eyes open because of all the late night studying this past week, I am remembering some of the funny things that happened during finals. Here are some funny finals moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys were walking towards the testing center and one said to the other, " Get your game face on!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to look at my score I hear the guy next to me say underneath his breath, "Sh**!!". I thought, "That can't be good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a test, one of the stars of the men's volleyball team, Victor Batista, trys to get past me. In the process he manages to stick his miniature butt on his ginormously tall body in my face. It's just too bad it wasn't Keena Young or Curtis Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew where the "stacks" were at the Harold B. Lee Library. Well, I found them this week. One day, I was studying on the 5th floor on the back wall and I took a break to make a phone call. As I was walking towards the stairs, I glanced down this aisle only to find a couple laying on the ground, making out. Did I stare? You bet I did. Did I laugh out loud? Yup. And I did the same thing as I walked back. I immediately texted my friends to tell them that I finally found the stacks. Not that I ever plan to take advantage of this new found knowledge, but if I ever need to, now I know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I always find funny is when people just take naps in the middle of their finals. They just collapse there and sleep, mid-test. I just don't think I could do that. I hate the testing center. I don't like being there awake, let alone asleep where I know that everyone could see me. And I know they'd be able to hear me if I were to do anything embarrassing in my sleep. But I guess if you're tired, then you're tired and you need to sleep. Also, I only want to be there for the necessary amount of time. No need to extend that by taking a little nappy in the middle of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These weren't the only funny moments during finals and they don't even seem that funny now that I think about it but at the time, they were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about the end of the school year that was quite irritating was how everyone was hooking up. There are approximately 15 couples within my ward, 5 of which have hooked up in the past 2 weeks. I don't understand it. Why do they wait until everyone is leaving for summer break? What is the point? Although, one of my good friends did go on a date last night with the boy that she has liked for a while now. I am so excited for her but I can't help but think the guy is an idiot for waiting until the night before she leaves to go home. Why? I mean, they will be on opposite sides of the country for 4 months. Oh well, I guess. Hopefully something will be able to happen when they get back for school in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the end, all I can say is that I'm grateful that school is over. It's a bittersweet feeling though because some of my best friends are leaving for summer, some are already gone. I will definitely miss them. Summer will still be fun though. At least I hope so. I'm no longer going to Hawaii so I've got to get a head start on my tan. One thing I am praying for this summer is normal weather. But I'm in Utah so that means it probably isn't going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-114615872792083766?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114615872792083766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=114615872792083766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114615872792083766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114615872792083766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19875234.post-114429261327437985</id><published>2006-04-05T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:43:38.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President</title><content type='html'>Mr. President, I am sorry, but I have never really liked you. No, I am not talking about President Bush, I am talking about President Logan on "24". What is the&lt;br /&gt;explanation going to be for Logan being behind all the terrorist&lt;br /&gt;attacks? I can't wait to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19875234-114429261327437985?l=so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/114429261327437985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19875234&amp;postID=114429261327437985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114429261327437985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19875234/posts/default/114429261327437985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-president.html' title='Mr. President'/><author><name>Tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06700073613826540068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
