<?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-370768606993318563</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:09:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-3388715861786957621</id><published>2011-01-12T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:56:54.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm trying to decide what to do with this blog...</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;a href="http://marianniedesign.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for my design... (currently being used as a photo blog for class). And I have a &lt;a href="http://lovejeffannie.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for my husband and I. What should I do with this one...??? Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-3388715861786957621?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/3388715861786957621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=3388715861786957621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3388715861786957621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3388715861786957621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-im-trying-to-decide-what-to-do-with.html' title='So I&apos;m trying to decide what to do with this blog...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5398074265480577801</id><published>2010-07-30T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:21:29.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is spiritual poverty, not material lack, that lies at the core of all human suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-5398074265480577801?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5398074265480577801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5398074265480577801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5398074265480577801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5398074265480577801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-spiritual-poverty-not-material.html' title=''/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5765100011635567799</id><published>2010-07-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:18:35.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For my Advanced Visual Media class we had to have a photography slideshow on our website. So, this is attempt numero 1 to be a "photographer". Here's a few of the pictures? How'd it turn out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqXL-9fYiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3T8b8Yh6sRc/s1600/IMG_5260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqXL-9fYiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3T8b8Yh6sRc/s320/IMG_5260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492868927667003938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqW-47wqnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qmRbHF4I0mc/s1600/IMG_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqW-47wqnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qmRbHF4I0mc/s320/IMG_5229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492868702710835826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqW-AGeC_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/OAO6XutLKmc/s1600/IMG_5228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqW-AGeC_I/AAAAAAAAAXo/OAO6XutLKmc/s320/IMG_5228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492868687454931954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqWTvFB3BI/AAAAAAAAAXA/m7QcOjVPKsA/s1600/IMG_5243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqWTvFB3BI/AAAAAAAAAXA/m7QcOjVPKsA/s320/IMG_5243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492867961330981906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqWTDa-uRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/usnihPR7IU8/s1600/IMG_5226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqWTDa-uRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/usnihPR7IU8/s320/IMG_5226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492867949611890962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-5765100011635567799?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5765100011635567799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5765100011635567799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5765100011635567799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5765100011635567799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/07/photo-project.html' title='Photo Project'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TDqXL-9fYiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3T8b8Yh6sRc/s72-c/IMG_5260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5560138907203519102</id><published>2010-06-10T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:11:15.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ENGAGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSfsIi_FcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D-Lg3asFr-s/s1600/IMG_8979.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To Jeffrey Wilkins if you couldn't tell by my last posts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is how it all came to pass for those who might be confused! Jeff and I have been unofficially dating for almost a year now. Officially: about 9 months that's taking out the "breaks" we've taken. Anyway, not too long before we came to this current relationship status, we were on one of those breaks. We thought we were at the point in our relationship where we needed to make a decision. To marry or not to Marry? We both loved each other that was definitely not the problem. The problem was. Marriage is a BIG DEAL! And we were scared and unsure. So we decided to take a break, date around and see what happened. That only lasted 3 weeks ha ha and at that point after prayers and tears and answers we both knew that we wanted each other, forever and ever! So We decided well we know we want to get married... WHY WAIT? We already know each other so well! So, Jeff made the Skype! phone call to my dad! We went ring shopping and I found one I LOVED! Anyway we decided to keep looking around and made plans to go later that week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, Jeff's sister &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/JENNAJOY-PHOTOGRAPHY/388485419539?ref=ts"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt; (an awesome photographer) called me. She told me that she was trying to enter a photography contest and wanted to take pictures of Jeff and I. She said, "I've already asked Jeff and he doesn't want to do it so will you try to convince him? I told her, "Oh don't worry we'll do it!" So we scheduled to meet in between my classes the next day. I got all dressed up and We headed out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where the pictures come in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Jenna was telling us to pose and I'm making Jeff smile because I think he doesn't want to be out there!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaOS0_WSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Uc8jkrgwukI/s1600/IMG_8897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaOS0_WSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Uc8jkrgwukI/s320/IMG_8897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482176216779675938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaN56Hi0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/DuM5dLRypkM/s1600/IMG_8893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaN56Hi0I/AAAAAAAAAUE/DuM5dLRypkM/s320/IMG_8893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482176210090298178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaNKZaSrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UP3KV7sdME8/s1600/IMG_8877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaNKZaSrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UP3KV7sdME8/s320/IMG_8877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482176197336648370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she took us took another spot that had a bunch of scrap metal to play with it was really fun ha ha &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/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSa-rIwwCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tObQej7H0cg/s1600/IMG_8915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSa-rIwwCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tObQej7H0cg/s320/IMG_8915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177047938777122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSa-Bz878I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qfgt53X8UWk/s1600/IMG_8914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSa-Bz878I/AAAAAAAAAUc/qfgt53X8UWk/s320/IMG_8914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177036845641666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSa9iQCuSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/i5QZO-afpSI/s1600/IMG_8909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSa9iQCuSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/i5QZO-afpSI/s320/IMG_8909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482177028373526818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after we finished playing with the scrap metal Jenna told Jeff to get down on one knee and Jeff acted like he didn't want to but got down anyway and I just started posing right away. I thought it was a cute idea!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSb4HdQ7HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/w5jO48dbwjs/s1600/IMG_8919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSb4HdQ7HI/AAAAAAAAAU8/w5jO48dbwjs/s320/IMG_8919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482178034793507954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSb3ulffxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wXRZtg3kYWY/s1600/IMG_8917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSb3ulffxI/AAAAAAAAAU0/wXRZtg3kYWY/s320/IMG_8917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482178028117131026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSb3MTgNTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/N9WzFh10D6Y/s1600/IMG_8916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSb3MTgNTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/N9WzFh10D6Y/s320/IMG_8916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482178018914874674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't take it seriously! ha ha Finally Jenna was like Annie c'mon take it seriously so I said okay, I took a deep breath and turned toward Jeff and as I did...&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBScm8CFl2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xZtxZDAY2Rg/s1600/IMG_8920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBScm8CFl2I/AAAAAAAAAVE/xZtxZDAY2Rg/s320/IMG_8920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482178839180580706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He asked me if I would marry him! He caught me completely off guard (we were supposed to go ring shopping that afternoon) The biggest surprise! I honestly had no idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSev7bMuCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sLtEWA26i7A/s1600/IMG_8925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSev7bMuCI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sLtEWA26i7A/s320/IMG_8925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482181192659548194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSevIjH3cI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5ZxBKnpuCyg/s1600/IMG_8935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSevIjH3cI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5ZxBKnpuCyg/s320/IMG_8935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482181179002576322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said, "OH MY GOSH!" about 100 times before I actually answered him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSeuhvm5aI/AAAAAAAAAVU/P1-J4mT3bSw/s1600/IMG_8939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSeuhvm5aI/AAAAAAAAAVU/P1-J4mT3bSw/s320/IMG_8939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482181168585958818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSet4ELp3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/84iZlrm7K70/s1600/IMG_8983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSet4ELp3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/84iZlrm7K70/s320/IMG_8983.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482181157397964658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture because I am admiring this beautiful ring and if you look at Jeff he is admiring me. He makes me feel so special :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSfsIi_FcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D-Lg3asFr-s/s1600/IMG_8979.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSfsIi_FcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D-Lg3asFr-s/s320/IMG_8979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182226974021058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSfro5wlzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h8BWUN-oC2Y/s1600/IMG_8991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSfro5wlzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h8BWUN-oC2Y/s320/IMG_8991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482182218479605554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're getting married September 4, 2010 in the LDS Sacramento Temple! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy to have found my forever love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/370768606993318563-5560138907203519102?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5560138907203519102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5560138907203519102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5560138907203519102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5560138907203519102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m ENGAGED!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TBSaOS0_WSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Uc8jkrgwukI/s72-c/IMG_8897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-796276147787536320</id><published>2010-06-09T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:07:45.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Take my eyes off him today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/2082.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/09/s_2082.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal story to follow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Unnamed%20Rd,Rexburg,United%20States%4043.810057%2C-111.785341&amp;z=10'&gt;Unnamed Rd,Rexburg,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-796276147787536320?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/796276147787536320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=796276147787536320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/796276147787536320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/796276147787536320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-can.html' title='I can&amp;#39;t'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-3031969050218363234</id><published>2010-05-31T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:24:08.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Jeff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TAQMnYyaaEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xTdFjNz0peY/s1600/IMG_4552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TAQMnYyaaEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xTdFjNz0peY/s400/IMG_4552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477516917597694018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TAQGnAgl-YI/AAAAAAAAATs/t42KGrN0WCU/s1600/IMG_4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TAQGnAgl-YI/AAAAAAAAATs/t42KGrN0WCU/s400/IMG_4619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477510314010737026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dedicated to Jeff Wilkins. My handsome love.&lt;div&gt;I love Jeff everyone. Here is my list about everything I adore about him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;His SMILE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's genuine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's smart! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He thinks he's a hunter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes me feel beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he does smiley faces he does them like this... ;) in stead of the usual :).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves black and grey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His beautiful eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He repetitive jokes that I pretend to hate. "and a little bit of bacon."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His love for the gospel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His crookedy fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that he's pushin' 6 ft.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He speaks SPANISH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's so sweet and patient with me when I wake up grumpy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes my food even though I always make the same thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way he looks at me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can beatbox really well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His deep voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's So MANLY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His grey jacket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His black vans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His sexy car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pita Pita Pita.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I trust him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His positive attitude.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't judge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His Cowboy boots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves country music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves all music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THE WAY HE DANCES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He would do anything for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He smells so good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's so giving. And loves it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His Hair. (I love messing it up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His singing voice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He plays Guitar so well!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being his back seat driver.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His jokes/pranks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to try and scare me during scary movies. (it works every time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's very loving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He brought me juice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He LOVES Craigos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He always has his day planned out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's laid back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's good at Modern Warfare but doesn't always play it! ha ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes he's ticklish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still gives me butterflies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I want to and could write more and more on this but I have to go get my laundry. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ohh.. and He's so cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Jeff.&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/370768606993318563-3031969050218363234?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/3031969050218363234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=3031969050218363234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3031969050218363234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3031969050218363234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-jeff.html' title='I love Jeff'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/TAQMnYyaaEI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xTdFjNz0peY/s72-c/IMG_4552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-8743804643380785867</id><published>2010-05-13T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:08:46.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Brides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S-yic81mijI/AAAAAAAAATk/VCstCZBUhL8/s1600/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S-yic81mijI/AAAAAAAAATk/VCstCZBUhL8/s400/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470926265599298098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaime And Ryan, Their pictures aren't up yet but &lt;a href="http://www.jamiehammondphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt; their photographer should put a preview up of their wedding pretty soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S-yh4584WFI/AAAAAAAAATc/mpS6FbVp1mo/s400/r%26s02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470925646349228114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharyl and Raliegh, pictures were taken by Raliegh's friend &lt;a href="http://chelseyheidornphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelsey&lt;/a&gt;. She did a fabulous job. &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/370768606993318563-8743804643380785867?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/8743804643380785867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=8743804643380785867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/8743804643380785867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/8743804643380785867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautiful-brides.html' title='The Beautiful Brides'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S-yic81mijI/AAAAAAAAATk/VCstCZBUhL8/s72-c/IMG_4820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-9204947063467998735</id><published>2010-05-13T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:02:08.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Marriage is surrounding me. My friends are almost all married. It's kind of strange actually. It all changes so fast up here in Mormon Land. One minute you're 18 and crazy and you and your friends annoy everyone around you and the next you're 21 and all the friends that you shared those crazy loud moments with are now off with their forevers. It's almost depressing but not. I can't help but be completely happy for them. It's not everyday you find someone that you feel like you could spend forever with. That's a long time. Just like Christopher Robbins told Winnie, "Forever and ever, is a very long time Pooh." (I love The Great Adventures of Winnie the Pooh).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I however, have not found my forever. They are out there somewhere and maybe someday soon I will be able to turn in my roommates for one awesome one. &lt;i&gt;Still love you guys! &lt;/i&gt;Anyway, pictures from the weddings to come. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-9204947063467998735?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/9204947063467998735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=9204947063467998735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/9204947063467998735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/9204947063467998735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-3070296388106149128</id><published>2010-05-10T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T07:51:10.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose to enjoy</title><content type='html'>I watched a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snAjZ8mfoYw"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; that my friend &lt;a href="http://annalisaheylenphotography.blogspot.com"&gt;Annalisa&lt;/a&gt; suggested to me and it was beautiful. It had some amazing things to say. Here are my favorites.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embrace each day with an enthusiastic welcome, no matter how it looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you are compelled to give up something or when things that are dear to you are withdrawn from you know that this is you lesson to be learned right now. But know also that as you are learning this lesson, God wants to give you something better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/370768606993318563-3070296388106149128?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/3070296388106149128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=3070296388106149128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3070296388106149128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3070296388106149128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/choose-to-enjoy.html' title='Choose to enjoy'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-8046586885855100674</id><published>2010-05-06T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:35:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stirring</title><content type='html'>I'm stirring inside and can't seem to find peace. Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-8046586885855100674?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/8046586885855100674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=8046586885855100674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/8046586885855100674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/8046586885855100674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/stirring.html' title='Stirring'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5584547521633281507</id><published>2010-05-03T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:53:32.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevy Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MjkyMDExNjMwNyZwdD*xMjcyOTIwMTM5MTY1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*wNWZhZjVkMTk5ZmE*/MWIxODM2Mjc5YWEzOTdjNzgzNiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/V/storage/site1/files/09/56/51/095651_1417298992fdb4hbdgmp11.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/making-a-family-tree"  &gt;Making a family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/geneology"  &gt;Geneology &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-5584547521633281507?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5584547521633281507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5584547521633281507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5584547521633281507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5584547521633281507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sevy-look-alike-meter.html' title='Sevy Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5680905007126151992</id><published>2010-05-03T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:50:08.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School, back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To prove to Dad I'm not a fool :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S97-FVPJHII/AAAAAAAAASs/fQkbU6oEcGM/s400/IMG_4649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467086365227818114" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This first little bit of school has been great. I absolutely love that I am done with my generals and that I can move on to my Communications classes!  This semester I am taking: Advertising Practices and Principles, Interpersonal Communications, Spanish 201, Advanced Visual Media and World Religions. I love these classes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advertising Practices and Principles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: This class is a bit dull at the moment as we are on the principles section and we haven't gotten to the actual practicing part. We will have the opportunity in this class to work on a campaign for a local business owner and present to them at the end of the semester! That is the part that I am excited for :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interpersonal Communications&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: This class should be pretty interesting and my teacher seems pretty cool! I'm not quite sure what to expect of it! Hopefully its one for the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spanish 201&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: My teacher is INSANE. On the first day of class he made a joke about prostitutes and the other day in class he said, "Today we're going to learn so much that you'll have to take a dump just to be able to fit in more knowledge." Gross, but very funny! Anyway, This is a conversation based class. Now that we have learned most of the basics of grammar we are trying to put it into words ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Advanced Visual Media&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I am SO excited for this class! We will have a few projects to help us with designing. I get to learn DREAMWEAVER! so so so excited! This will definitely help me with whatever I end up wanting to do as a career in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;World Religions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I am excited for this class but I wish my teacher would have a better attention span. We are currently learning about Hinduism and then we'll move on to more of the Eastern Religions! It's amazing the places that you can find the light of Christ! SO many Religions are just shining so bright with goodness and I'm so excited to be able to learn more about them. I truly feel that this will be such a great strength for me at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway! Hopefully I will have some fun stories this semester! I think it's gonna be a good one!&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/370768606993318563-5680905007126151992?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5680905007126151992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5680905007126151992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5680905007126151992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5680905007126151992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-school-back-to-school.html' title='Back to School, back to school.'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S97-FVPJHII/AAAAAAAAASs/fQkbU6oEcGM/s72-c/IMG_4649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-494433198350227980</id><published>2010-04-13T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:19:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At home :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8TiPRlpxMI/AAAAAAAAASc/4iyplO6v-6k/s1600/IMG_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8TiPRlpxMI/AAAAAAAAASc/4iyplO6v-6k/s400/IMG_3191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459737400327128258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/370768606993318563-494433198350227980?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/494433198350227980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=494433198350227980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/494433198350227980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/494433198350227980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/04/at-home.html' title='At home :)'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8TiPRlpxMI/AAAAAAAAASc/4iyplO6v-6k/s72-c/IMG_3191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-3371768368129662132</id><published>2010-04-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:23:37.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I entered a giveaway on &lt;a href="http://myteacupsinpeony.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole's Blog&lt;/a&gt; (a.k.a. the cutest blog I have come across) and I WON!&lt;div&gt;So excited! I really never win anything. anyway, check out what I won from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/theblueballoon"&gt;the blue balloon&lt;/a&gt; etsy shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLidEURBI/AAAAAAAAASM/fYBgZePKce4/s1600/il_430xN_134607847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLidEURBI/AAAAAAAAASM/fYBgZePKce4/s320/il_430xN_134607847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459290228593542162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLh_gxyQI/AAAAAAAAASE/7W1UM4QvG48/s1600/il_430xN_132684071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLh_gxyQI/AAAAAAAAASE/7W1UM4QvG48/s320/il_430xN_132684071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459290220659853570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLhpNqwyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tp6UTXo-ttQ/s1600/il_430xN_132771997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLhpNqwyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tp6UTXo-ttQ/s320/il_430xN_132771997.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459290214674121506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLgsEwKNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Vuo8bCaZRMA/s1600/il_430xN_134319707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLgsEwKNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Vuo8bCaZRMA/s320/il_430xN_134319707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459290198262163666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just really excited! I would've never known how to find a cute etsy shop like this! Thanks for helping me find it Nicole! And I'm so excited to have won!!!&lt;br /&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/370768606993318563-3371768368129662132?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/3371768368129662132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=3371768368129662132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3371768368129662132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3371768368129662132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-won.html' title='I won!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S8NLidEURBI/AAAAAAAAASM/fYBgZePKce4/s72-c/il_430xN_134607847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5902375618688330457</id><published>2010-04-05T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:47:41.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy Harms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S7paTThJC1I/AAAAAAAAARs/8Elxkh7lNDs/s1600/mp_main_half_NancyHarms212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S7paTThJC1I/AAAAAAAAARs/8Elxkh7lNDs/s320/mp_main_half_NancyHarms212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456773186216069970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nancyharms.com"&gt;Nancy Harms&lt;/a&gt; has a BEAUTIFUL voice and soft style. If you like Jazz check her out. I miss Jazz. It is a wonderful form of expression. There is so much feeling in it. sigh. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.npr.org/v2/?i=125457642&amp;amp;m=125451227&amp;amp;t=audio" height="386" wmode="opaque" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" base="http://www.npr.org" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty voice! Huh?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-5902375618688330457?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5902375618688330457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5902375618688330457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5902375618688330457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5902375618688330457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/04/nancy-harms.html' title='Nancy Harms'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S7paTThJC1I/AAAAAAAAARs/8Elxkh7lNDs/s72-c/mp_main_half_NancyHarms212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-2073515069266034701</id><published>2010-03-02T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:46:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things of Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;AUDREY HEPBURN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S41-rSHJ1eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ONN2Zzm2PH4/s1600-h/hepburn-funny-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S41-rSHJ1eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ONN2Zzm2PH4/s320/hepburn-funny-face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444146806622115298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since I was in young one of my many obsessions in life has been &lt;a href="http://www.audreyhepburn.com/"&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/a&gt;. She is beautiful on the inside and the outside. Except for maybe her lungs. I still remember my first Audrey Hepburn movie. It was Funny Face. It was a magnificent movie with magnificent actors and a magnificent storyline and message. To this day it is on my top comfort movies list. There is something about Audrey Hepburn that makes me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ANTHROPOLGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S42CF-Qj-hI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Om5B1ptTKdw/s320/anthropology.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444150563684219410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I  love the study of other cultures. I love to know why people are the way they are and do what they do. I love learning about how their view of beauty, of knowledge, what their values are. Why some places are developed and other aren't. I love learning about how other people live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;ANTHROPOLOG[IE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S42DWn4qupI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mXIIklEfi7I/s1600-h/040108_029_f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S42DWn4qupI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mXIIklEfi7I/s320/040108_029_f.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444151949247822482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love the store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. It is, to me, like fresh air off a mountain top; like seeing your one true love for the first time. You walk in to a store that is so uniquely decorated, that has a fresh, clean atmosphere, and then you see the clothing, the bedding, the kitchenware, the shoes and your heart drops. This store is not only a store. It is an art gallery. Then it whispers to you to, "look around,", "come experience anthropologie," and you do and you love it. Anthropologie has its downfall though. It makes you everything in the store and once you look at the price tag you realize you really are in a dream and that these beautiful things will have to stay in the store but it was a wonderful experience." Then you have to leave. How can you live without it? Well Good news, their website is beautiful and creative too. Just like the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;OVALTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S42GhfMyRWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6XhgyU9k5eE/s1600-h/51E5LpR3j-L._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-4,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S42GhfMyRWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6XhgyU9k5eE/s320/51E5LpR3j-L._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-4,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444155434429728098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ovaltine is a delicious chocolate milk mix. Mmmm is it delicious. I could drink Ovaltine all day everyday. There is something about it that is just soo good. When you mix in just the right amount in with your full glass of milk and it turns that rich chocolaty color it makes your mouth water. Some of you may recognize Ovaltine from the popular Christmas Movie, The Christmas  Story. In this movie Ralph wants to unlock the secret of Little Orphan Annie so Ovaltine sends him a decoder that reveals the message, "Be sure to Drink your Ovaltine." Ha Ha So funny. Anyway, I love Ovaltine... More ovaltine please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-2073515069266034701?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/2073515069266034701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=2073515069266034701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/2073515069266034701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/2073515069266034701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-things-of-beauty.html' title='a few things of Beauty'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/S41-rSHJ1eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ONN2Zzm2PH4/s72-c/hepburn-funny-face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-6386808059661321625</id><published>2010-02-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:06:53.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is the way</title><content type='html'>Ether 3:14&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Behold, I am he who was prepared from the foundation of the world to redeem my people. Behold, I am Jesus Christ. I am the Father and the Son. In me shall all mankind have life, and that eternally, even they who shall believe on my name; and they shall become my sons and my daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-6386808059661321625?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/6386808059661321625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=6386808059661321625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6386808059661321625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6386808059661321625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-is-way.html' title='He is the way'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-7428792353909040653</id><published>2010-02-01T00:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:15:40.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NDk3Mjc2ODUwMyZwdD*xMjY*OTcyNzk4MzYyJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJm89MDhjZTM4/ZDdiOGRlNDc*YWFkZTkyMzFhMTNkMDExYzMmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/W/storage/site1/files/43/63/71/436371_79008568d866b42ugpke03.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-search"  &gt;Family search&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-pictures"  &gt;Family pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-7428792353909040653?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/7428792353909040653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=7428792353909040653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/7428792353909040653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/7428792353909040653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-6722233655716138851</id><published>2010-01-31T14:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:31:59.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangnails and Personal Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/31/825.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/31/s_825.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a hangnail on my right pointer finger. It's snagging in my hair on my clothes and is very irritating. The hangnail is actually really easy to get rid of. All I would have to do is get some clippers and clip it off. But I'm hanging on to it, I have no idea why. Why would I want to keep something that is tugging on my skin and becoming a nuisence and distraction? How did it get there is the first place?&lt;br /&gt;It got there because I ignored my nail. I was rough on my fingers and didn't give them the proper moisturizing, trimming, and love. &lt;br /&gt;As I was complaining to my roommates about my hangnail I the answer I received was, "Sounds like a personal issue to me."&lt;br /&gt;It's true! How many times have I created a problem for myself and instead of taking care of it or clipping it off have I complained? Too many times. &lt;br /&gt;So I will leave you with this. Tar care of you hangnails and your personal issues. And move on. Then prevent them from happening again. It's not worth the worry and whining. :) I'm going to go clip off my hangnail now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=W%204th%20S,Rexburg,United%20States%4043.818556%2C-111.796720&amp;z=10'&gt;W 4th S,Rexburg,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-6722233655716138851?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/6722233655716138851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=6722233655716138851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6722233655716138851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6722233655716138851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hangnails-and-personal-issues.html' title='Hangnails and Personal Issues'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-8773610540660766865</id><published>2010-01-22T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:26:01.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>"I'm at a loss for words. I just put your CD in the car tonight as I was driving home and the most pleasant surprise I have had in a long while came right my way. Your voice was so good to hear, I mean that so much right now, you don't even know... I'm not sure but you possibly, maybe, most likely have the prettiest voice in the world :)"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-8773610540660766865?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/8773610540660766865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=8773610540660766865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/8773610540660766865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/8773610540660766865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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don't snow all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/19/7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/19/s_7.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=E%207th%20S,Rexburg,United%20States%4043.811989%2C-111.775619&amp;z=10'&gt;E 7th S,Rexburg,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-2867671191127305359?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/2867671191127305359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-582798767035284677</id><published>2010-01-13T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:45:56.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good scripture</title><content type='html'>Isaiah 55:6&lt;div&gt;"Seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call yea upon him while he is near:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-582798767035284677?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/582798767035284677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=582798767035284677' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who will help me with my homework, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who will walk me home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who will laugh when it doesn't matter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who won't leave me  alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want someone who will randomly tell me I'm beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want someone who writes me notes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want someone who smiles when they look at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that leaves little surprises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that laughs instead of cries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that is straight forward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that doesn't care the way I look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that knows when a hug is needed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that tries most things once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be someone that deserves the someone above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish everything was easy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but life isn't meant to be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is supposed to be hard so that we can feel like, at times, we are walking on air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and THAT is a great feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que Sera: What ever will be, will be.&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/370768606993318563-9031546681181779194?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/9031546681181779194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=9031546681181779194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/9031546681181779194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/9031546681181779194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-jots.html' title='Random Jots'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-3799887775976569896</id><published>2009-11-10T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:28:00.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be happy</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder to everyone having a hard day! I love you! Turn that frown right upside down and smile that frown away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/11/10/462.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/11/10/s_462.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='76' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-3799887775976569896?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/3799887775976569896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=3799887775976569896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3799887775976569896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3799887775976569896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/11/be-happy.html' title='Be happy'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-6268552039405580690</id><published>2009-11-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:06:16.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Each Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm pretty sure I have the coolest job of any 20 year old girl I know! I am so blessed to be able to work and learn with amazing, established business people! I am able to be a part of something bigger.&lt;div&gt;2-3 years ago I don't think I fully grasped what it meant to be a part of something bigger. I was in Jazz Choir and unlike the year before I didn't have any solos. I was really annoyed and constantly the thought would cross my mind. Why am I even in this if I don't get to have a my own part? What is in it for me? It's not about me. It's about the big picture. It's about the music that happens when everyone sings their best. It mixes together to make beautiful music!&lt;div&gt;That's what I'm doing right now. Though I don't have a big part I do my job. And the stars of the show do theirs and all together it makes a beautiful product!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the way of life. It's not only at work or in a choir but it's in everyday life. We build relationships and communities up and we give what we have and when everyone works together it makes music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what God intended. He intended for us to build relationships and he intended for us to build each other up to be our best. There is no other way to progress on our own. We need each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SvHQdXO3owI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VRT3vbRlkZc/s400/Blake+and+Brooke+294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400326631065101058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-6268552039405580690?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/6268552039405580690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=6268552039405580690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6268552039405580690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6268552039405580690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-each-other.html' title='Having Each Other'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SvHQdXO3owI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VRT3vbRlkZc/s72-c/Blake+and+Brooke+294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-814719375635041952</id><published>2009-10-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:15:48.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>My Favorites:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hilarious family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom's stories--and dancing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad's interesting facts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessie's laugh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dallin's attitude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adam's personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bekah... mini-me. What's not to love?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dairy Queen Pumpkin Pie Blizzard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The clinking sound ice makes against a glass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Africa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Growing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Potty Jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting AWESOME people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving Turkey and Ham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accomplishing tasks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curling my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wilkins Family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nethercott Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fellows Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Millett Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Iverson Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Ball Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jillian Huffman Quiller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jaime Nelson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newly Weds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Older Married Couples that are still in love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adobe CS4 Software &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm in the mood and have time to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more to come!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pepperoni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-814719375635041952?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/814719375635041952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=814719375635041952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/814719375635041952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/814719375635041952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/10/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-945607107738244723</id><published>2009-09-22T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:54:58.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Void's</title><content type='html'>I'm filling my voids with uselessness. I need to keep moving forward. I need to fill my time with things that are meaningful and productive. Sometimes, I just go through these periods of time. Where I daydream about what I want to do with my life. How I want to start a business, how I want to travel all over the world, how I want to be that girl that doesn't care that things aren't perfect. I look at other peoples lives and think, "Wow, they have the perfect life. I want what they have." But I can't live their lives. I need to live mine. I don't want to live this life dreaming about what it could be, how I think it should be. I want to live my life. Not just dream it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how sometimes you can have someone around all the time and you don't realize how much they mean to you and how much they do for you until they are gone. When they are gone you have this funny weird emptiness. A lot of times it's not necessarily a person that you take for granite. It can be an experience a place, etc. When these things exit your lives they leave voids. Voids that you can try and fill with shallow meaningless things. But these things are don;t have the capacity to fill the voids in our hearts. These voids that are almost impossible to fill by yourself. Do you need another person to feel complete? I don't feel complete. I feel like their is something missing and I'm not sure if it's a person, a process, or a pathway that I'm missing but I think that I need to fill my void's with positive things. Then eventually I will find my pathway, which ever way it takes me. I need to wake up. I need to talk the talk and walk the walk. It's time to stop dreaming and live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-945607107738244723?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/945607107738244723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=945607107738244723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/945607107738244723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/945607107738244723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/09/voids.html' title='Void&apos;s'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-3058670698640439329</id><published>2009-09-02T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:40:12.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/Sp7T3_6Ds_I/AAAAAAAAANs/PBb0V0TGB8g/s400/WyomingBlog+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376967964128162802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures are the start of my summer vacation! It was a blast! My family came up to pick me up from school and then we headed up to Jackson Hole, WY. Of course we had to stop around Driggs, ID to get a good picture in front of The Grand Tetons! There were many jokes made while passing by these tetons. If you can only imagine. Ha ha ha! Up in Jackson Hole we went to a dinner a show program. I honestly cannot remember the name of it but it could be compared to Medieval Times. But this was Medieval meets Mountain Man. It was definitely a blast. While we were finishing up our dinner the show began and out came...BuckWheat? I think was his name. Anyway, he was looking for a lover and Lucky me I got to be the lading lady of the night. Buckwheat proposed and just as we were about to marry he ran off chasing some Native Americans. So, I guess you could say I left my heart in Jackson Hole, WY. Ha ha ha... Actually I'm over it, he really wasn't so cute. It was so good to spend time with part of my Family. I love them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/Sp7YlUi2YPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sAhzIikc4OM/s400/SanFranBlog+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376973140808589554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To make my summer even better! My dear friend Juel came to visit with her two roommates, Francheska and Megan. They were such fun girls to have around. We, (My mom, Bekah and I) took them into the city of San Francisco! And it was quite the adventure... There were so many tourists there! We of course started them off with a warm bowl of Clam Chowder! Which was delicious. Then we headed over to the Cable Cars, but as we approached we noticed the line of DEATH! It was so long! So we decided to walk! WE walked from Fisherman's Wharf all the way to Union square. If anyone is familiar with the area... that is a long hill-y walk. However, we still managed to have a great time and we were able to ride the Cable cars back to Fisherman's Wharf. We hit up all the necessary Hotspots and finally got back home at 1:00 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/Sp_2nYpCeLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RLCRpm1Lfpw/s400/LA.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377287636593572018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L.A.!! Was such a BLAST! I headed down there with my good friend Sharyl. We went to spend little Jaime Nelson's 19th birthday with her! The first day and Jaime's birthday, Jaime wanted to go to the Beach. So we header over to Laguna Beach! It was so much fun we took too many pictures and tried so hard to get a tan which just, never really happens for me! ha ha. Anyway, afterwards  we ate some lunch at a mexican restaurant and we decided to tell them it was Jaime's birthday. So as we were finishing up out comes a free birthday Flan! The only problem is that none of us liked Flan. I felt so bad though. They brought out this free flan to be nice. So I ate the flan and regretted it immediately afterwards. It was worth the stomach ache though. They were trying to be nice the least I could do was eat some of their Yucky flan, right? Anyway, so we were walking around and we saw a sign for Henna Tattoos! We all decided to get one! Sharyl got one on her foot and ankle, Jaime got one on her wrist, Heidi got one on her hip and I got one on my neck. After over an hour of not moving my neck so that I wouldn't ruin my henna tattoo, the stuff fell off and underneath was a very light henna tattoo that resembled a rash. It was ugly and it was very upsetting! Unfortunately, I couldn't go get it fixed since the Henna shop was an hour away. Oh WELL!! We live and we learn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other days of the trip was mostly centered around the Mall! ha ha ha! We had a blast we Jaime's family and went swimming for a long time one of the days. It came time to part and Jaime and her family went to Lake Powell while Sharyl and I went to CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE! She has a cousin that works there and was able to get us in for free! We had so so so much fun and after a few hours we had done everything we wanted and decided to head out! The problem was that we didn't want to go home yet. So we bought a map and chose a beach to go to. So we took the 5 to the 90 to the 1 and landed ourselves in Santa Monica California! Ahhh... It was beautiful! We just sat down on the beach and looked at the people surrounding us. Oh my heavens! Santa Monica has the most interesting people. The Homeless people are the best! The Homeless man who took the cake though was hilarious! He walked down onto the beach and dropped his trash back of aluminum cans down a few yards behind us. Then continued towards the water. He stood there for awhile arms out beckoning the waves towards him as he moved around with the water. Soon enough a huge waves came and engulfed him! he came floating, back up, to the top of the water and did not move for a while. Sharyl and I were almost positive he was dead. ha ha ha but sure enough he popped up and repeated that a few more times before coming back up and collapsing in the sand. He then rolled around covering his body from head to toe in Santa Monica Beach sand. And you know what!? That's the way to do it! If you're going to be a beach bum you might as well live it up to the fullest. Yunno? Anyway, After people watching and after the traffic died down we continued home again not returning until around 1:00 a.m. It was truly a perfect trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sad that summer is over but excited to start working and get back into things! &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/_SSXknkr_wks/Sp7YlUi2YPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sAhzIikc4OM/s1600-h/SanFranBlog+copy.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/370768606993318563-3058670698640439329?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/3058670698640439329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=3058670698640439329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3058670698640439329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/3058670698640439329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-pictures-are-start-of-my-summer.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/Sp7T3_6Ds_I/AAAAAAAAANs/PBb0V0TGB8g/s72-c/WyomingBlog+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-4923170528278827413</id><published>2009-07-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:37:20.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of My Childhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how many of you know this but it's my birthday on Saturday! That's right Jul 18th Which means I haven't updated this blog in, Oh, 5 months? Call me a Slacker if you will. But just so you know, I have an excuse. I'm just a child, I'm only 19 years old, still a little teenager. But, as of Saturday, I will not be able to use this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; excuse any longer. I will be an Adult. 20 years old people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does it mean to be 20 years old? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Well it means that at family dinners I will now be considered a "Quazie". A term my Uncle came up with to describe anyone that is no longer a child but still not quite an adult. I have been waiting so long to be able to sit with the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big kids at Thanksgiving Dinner and Christmas Bru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nch! I can't wait to sit with the big kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) According to Rexburg Mormon Culture I must now decide whether I would like to start working on my Mission Papers or Start Finding my "E.C." (One of many mormon acronyms; standing for 'Eternal Companion') When I return home and people realize my age they will ask, "So, Annie are you dating anyone?" Depending on my response the post questions will either be, "Oh really?! Well, Are you guys planning on getti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ng married?" (it won't matter if I tell them I've been dating for 1 week or 1 year) or the next question will be,"Oh you're not? What are your plans now? Mission?" Phew... this is a lot of pressure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Means I will go from looking like this to looking like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/Sl0U4yVumHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnMWmZ5N5Ok/s200/Anniesevy_fg_oBrwSmJFaX_agedby40.fg.front_82229a1f+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358462097458894962" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yikes! Apparently that's what I'm going to look like when I'm old. Dang it! So much for aging gracefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I have to be responsible. I can no longer blame my mistakes on my age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm not 20 yet so I can blame the lack of length on my age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370768606993318563-4923170528278827413?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/4923170528278827413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=4923170528278827413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/4923170528278827413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/4923170528278827413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-my-childhood.html' title='The End of My Childhood...'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/Sl0U4yVumHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nnMWmZ5N5Ok/s72-c/Anniesevy_fg_oBrwSmJFaX_agedby40.fg.front_82229a1f+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-1389618785878727139</id><published>2009-02-06T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:08:43.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0XLyJV1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZKIroYiae-8/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0XLyJV1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZKIroYiae-8/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917827691894450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W17gBW-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z1woX0xdPrg/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W17gBW-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z1woX0xdPrg/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917452245818338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W1LE8cJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AnK3ygfxGz4/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W1LE8cJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AnK3ygfxGz4/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917439247347858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W1H7el4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ZAYsBWu8-I/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W1H7el4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ZAYsBWu8-I/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917438402336642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W0sJC56I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yuCXK_vq_ko/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W0sJC56I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yuCXK_vq_ko/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917430943049634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W0ZaMPcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mjhQPkAP9dQ/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0W0ZaMPcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/mjhQPkAP9dQ/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299917425914691010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V8a43Y3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORBzd3M2OaI/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V8a43Y3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORBzd3M2OaI/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299916464239108978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V8HaXgzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oI5CezZt5Z0/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V8HaXgzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oI5CezZt5Z0/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299916459010917170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V7ztqb0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O832pYVtwYA/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V7ztqb0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O832pYVtwYA/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299916453723139906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V7hW10BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7B9Bdklq8eI/s1600-h/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V7hW10BI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7B9Bdklq8eI/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299916448795578386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V7sVAH5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/u6KegvcDR0s/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0V7sVAH5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/u6KegvcDR0s/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299916451740655506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0PQ8pulJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VZFR-WOFLV0/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0PQgQYKzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vGA-FkZnSUo/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is my bedroom! I am very proud of it. I tried to upload a video of it all but... it just didn't work when I tried to put it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I made these paintings real quick like yesterday when I didnt have school! It was my project for the day! So Fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other project I worked on recently is the bulletin board.  I bought a thick Poster and covered it in burlap then I found cute green ribbon that matched my bedding. That helped brighten up my room but really, it just wasnt enough! So I bought Paint and some  cheap canvases at Walmart and I painted away! I didn't do anything that took too long just something fun quick and easy! My favorite is the one that says enjoy on it. Doing things like this makes me realize why I'm an Art Major.  I know what you're thinking.  ha ha really Annie, These Paintings aren't Art Major Material! But really doing this made me so relaxed and made me miss my Art classes that I'm not taking this semester! I'm just that much more excited for next semester though!  Lately, I haven't been sure if I wanted to stay an Art Major or not. But now I know that I'm doing what I love and I'm going to keep going down that path.&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/370768606993318563-1389618785878727139?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/1389618785878727139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=1389618785878727139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/1389618785878727139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/1389618785878727139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SY0XLyJV1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZKIroYiae-8/s72-c/IMG_1192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-4019332244263792173</id><published>2009-01-26T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:21:28.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOMIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SX4WZtt-zjI/AAAAAAAAADg/__4XG6J05yA/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SX4WZtt-zjI/AAAAAAAAADg/__4XG6J05yA/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295694842859277874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SX4WZX8X7AI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Th6BmMxF48/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SX4WZX8X7AI/AAAAAAAAADY/1Th6BmMxF48/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295694837014064130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all of my roommates!  Life has been very interesting living with 5 sometimes 6 other girls.  We are all very different people. I have roomed with Jillian, (the girl on the right in the second picture) since last Winter Semester of 2008. She is an amazing roommate and person! Unfortunately, she is leaving me next semester to go and get married. Oh well! Good for her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie is a nursing major, (she is in the middle of the second picture) because she is a nursing major we don't see her very often. She studies day and night.We love it when she comes out of here room though. She's very soft spoken and it surprises me every time but she is a sassy young thing.  She also like to recycle! GO Stephanie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirsten is our local, (second from the right in the first picture) well sort of, she is from Idaho Falls which is 30 min. away. She went to cosmetology  school already and now is attending BYUI, for fun! I think it's pretty cool! She just sent off a missionary and tells us lots of fun stories about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie is a fellow Northern Californian. (pictured dead center of the first picture) She is from Dixon, Ca and has grown up on a ranch her whole life. The first light I met her she was amazed at our disposal in the sink. It was awesome! She is a super fun girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrianna is from Atalanta, Georgia! She wins the sassy award for our apartment by far! She loves to watch movies and is a business major. She tells it like she sees it and sometimes its pretty harsh...watch out! haha no she's cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeena or Jersey! Is our adopted roommate number 7. She is also from Georgia but has also lived in New Jersey and France. She speaks fluent French and is currently teaching me the language!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my roommates! We are an odd bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370768606993318563-4019332244263792173?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/4019332244263792173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=4019332244263792173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/4019332244263792173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/4019332244263792173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/01/roomies.html' title='ROOMIES!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SX4WZtt-zjI/AAAAAAAAADg/__4XG6J05yA/s72-c/IMG_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-6161104243832817952</id><published>2009-01-16T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:48:16.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SXEZfpn_rvI/AAAAAAAAACg/j5hCYVc7Fd0/s1600-h/Dilbert-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SXEZfpn_rvI/AAAAAAAAACg/j5hCYVc7Fd0/s320/Dilbert-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292039068677287666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school I had a mini stalker for about an hour and ten minutes.  We'll call him Dilbert. Anyway, Dilbert usually sits by me in one of my classes.  You know how that works, people stake their territory and don't like change.  Well today I got to class a little bit earlier because apparently when I have a lot on my mind, I tend to walk faster than normal.  Weird.  I know.  Anyway today someone took Dilbert's seat. So Dilbert got a little frustrated when he walked in and someone else was peeing on his fire hydrant. Whether the hydrant was me or the seat... hopefully we'll never know. I don't think I'll ever understand dogs... i mean... men.  Anyway I'm getting off subject.  So we're just sitting in class and my new next door neighbor writes me a little note informing me of Dilberts persistent stare.  He wrote, I think he likes you.  I said, No no, he just wants his seat back. I ignored poor little Dilbert for the rest of class, I avoided eye contact and rejoiced when I found out he wasn't in my group.  There were three reasons I avoided him. First, If it was true that he was staring at me then he was probably contemplating asking me out. Which I did not want. Second, If this was the case... okay... I'll admit... I was being a bit shallow but come on... Dilbert just isn't very attractive. Third, He's super annoying. He reminds me of a person that likes to talk really loudly when on their blue tooth in the grocery store. That drives me crazy. Anyway, class ended and I'm sitting down packing up my backpack as I look up I see Dilbert. "Dang it Dilbert!" I thought, "Cut me some slack!" So I look up and smile. Dilbert follows me out of class and then I check my pocket for my cell phone. I had never been so happy to lose my cell phone before. I told Dilbert sorry but I had to go back and get my cell phone. Oh but no worries! Dilbert to the rescue! "I'll help you look for it!" he says. Unable to find my cell phone we continued on to my next class. I talked about how mad I was that I couldn't find my cell phone wanting to steer the conversation away from anything that might involve my plans for this weekend. Dilbert says, "Well, on a lighter note, how would like like to go out tonight?"... Yeah lighter note for you buddy! He totally caught me off my game though. I agreed to go out and told him where to pick me up and said don't worry about getting my number though, I lost my phone. So Dilbert smiled in success and left me, a phoneless, gameless girl going to her Geology class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've never been the type of girl to go on random dates. I like to go on dates with guys I'm interested in, (imagine that), I've done this whole, just for dating sake thing, once before and it didn't go very well. Hopefully this time it will be better. Maybe it could be good. We're always told to give people a chance. So that's my goal. I will give him a chance. To make my self feel a little bit better though...I'm not getting all dolled up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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/370768606993318563-6161104243832817952?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/6161104243832817952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=6161104243832817952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6161104243832817952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/6161104243832817952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-at-school-i-had-mini-stalker-for.html' title='Dilbert'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SXEZfpn_rvI/AAAAAAAAACg/j5hCYVc7Fd0/s72-c/Dilbert-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370768606993318563.post-5120896672556240315</id><published>2009-01-15T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:47:01.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea of Bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SXEcbeuu89I/AAAAAAAAACo/-p7o42naEuQ/s1600-h/AllSeaWavesPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SXEcbeuu89I/AAAAAAAAACo/-p7o42naEuQ/s320/AllSeaWavesPic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292042295568167890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday in my Doctrine and Covenants class we were talking about the meaning of names and my professor, Bro. Petersen, asked if anyone knew the meaning of their name.  Many people raised their hand giving wonderful answers, "My name means Beloved one.", "My name means Beautiful Song Bird.",  "My name means Grace of God."  All these answers made me laugh as I thought back to when I found out the meaning of my own name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Some of you my not know this but my given name is actually not Annie, it's Marianne.   A couple months ago I became obsessed with babynameworld.com, babyhold.com, babynames.com, etc.   I loved finding out not only what names meant but also names for my own children in the VERY distant future.  Doing this made me curious, "I wonder what my name means."  Wanting the meaning to be exactly right and very meaningful to me I used my given name, Marianne.  Waiting for the results I was anxious! I was thinking, Marianne is going to have such a beautiful meaning.  Annie probably wont be unique.  The result popped up on the screen MARIANNE: Origin: French; Meaning: Sea of Bitterness.  WHAT! Why didn't my name mean The Beloved one, Beautiful Song bird, or Grace of God?  I was a little upset, how could my parents name me THE SEA OF BITTERNESS?  Quickly, I looked up the Meaning of Annie. ANNIE: Origin: English; Meaning: Gracious and Merciful. Phew... That was better.  I then laughed, recognizing that I had been BITTER about being named Marianne, only proving the meaning of my name to be correct.  I remembered back to when I was young and I would write at the top of my papers, Marianne Annie Sevy, I did this out of bitterness, because I have no middle name either. AW MAN! Maybe my parents did name me correctly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Back in my Doctrine and Covenants class I raised my hand thinking, "Ha ha, I'll show them." Bro. Petersen called on me, "What does your name mean?" I asnwered,  " The Sea of Bitterness." Everyone broke out in laughter and so did I. Bro. Petersen sat down on the piano bench in front of me looked at the ground in laughter and asked, "And how does that make you feel?" "Honestly, I'm a little bitter." Everyone laughed again and so did I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, hopefully the meaning of our names doesn't determine the meaning of our lives. But, if they do, I'd better hope that I live up to the name Annie. Which is who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/370768606993318563-5120896672556240315?l=anniesevy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/feeds/5120896672556240315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370768606993318563&amp;postID=5120896672556240315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5120896672556240315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370768606993318563/posts/default/5120896672556240315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anniesevy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sea-of-bittness.html' title='The Sea of Bitterness'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06342192383504845447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVhxk8Pg8kE/Tn9PE7qfj_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/21CYuGL796k/s220/IMG_6827.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SSXknkr_wks/SXEcbeuu89I/AAAAAAAAACo/-p7o42naEuQ/s72-c/AllSeaWavesPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
