<?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-3928454420144708106</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:29:17.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin and Juli</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-7390432717287807374</id><published>2011-12-26T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T18:57:25.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken hearts will mend.</title><content type='html'>I love the Christmas season.  But, this Christmas was very unique for Austin and I.  I truly felt the Saviors love for me and my testimony of His life, Atonement, and the Plan of Salvation was strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A couple days ago we went to the Doctor and received some very heartbreaking news.  Our little baby had stopped growing.  At first it was all a blur to me, I didn't know what the doctor was saying, I couldn't digest his words- it all seemed so surreal.  As we got in the car it all hit me and it felt as though my heart had been literally broken.  I felt so empty inside, hoping that there was some mistake.  After several sleepless nights and many beautiful priesthood blessings- I miscarried our little one.  My heart still aches as I long to hold our baby, but this past week my testimony of the Plan of Salvation has truly been strengthened.  I am so grateful Austin and I were married in the temple and will have an eternal family some day.  I am thankful for all the prayers that have been offered in our behalf.  I know that this trial has already strengthened me in many, many ways and for that I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-7390432717287807374?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/7390432717287807374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=7390432717287807374' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7390432717287807374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7390432717287807374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-hearts-will-mend.html' title='broken hearts will mend.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-7635085246655055029</id><published>2011-12-11T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:28:14.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days!</title><content type='html'>oh just 3 more days and finals are over!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I have had&lt;br /&gt;3 jobs and&lt;br /&gt;17 credits&lt;br /&gt;-12 of which are upper division math&lt;br /&gt;this semester- So... pretty much I can't wait for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;then party party woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/About/General/2010/1/5/1262713051552/Burning-book-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 154px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/About/General/2010/1/5/1262713051552/Burning-book-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is pretty much what my brain is trying to cram in right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicelifeapparel.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/headache-of-the-day.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=361"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 361px;" src="http://nicelifeapparel.files.wordpress.com/2010/06/headache-of-the-day.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=361" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-7635085246655055029?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/7635085246655055029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=7635085246655055029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7635085246655055029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7635085246655055029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-5004713653394848760</id><published>2011-12-04T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:49:38.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little somethin'</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in ages. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, and we are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live above the Draper temple so I get this beautiful view every morning/evening- and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA_vommzJtA/TtwvGDcNq2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Xy7MM-is7dM/s1600/Daily%2BFood%2BDiary%2Bcopy%2B3.xlt.tiff"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA_vommzJtA/TtwvGDcNq2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Xy7MM-is7dM/s400/Daily%2BFood%2BDiary%2Bcopy%2B3.xlt.tiff" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682468610884086626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway... I have had this little thing growing for about 6 weeks now. And I have bursting to tell the world. I haven't blogged in so long that nobody will probably read this, haha. But I need to document it somewhere since I am a horrible journal-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlebabylump.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/bun-in-the-oven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 324px;" src="http://littlebabylump.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/bun-in-the-oven.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we have a little bun in the oven. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-5004713653394848760?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/5004713653394848760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=5004713653394848760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5004713653394848760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5004713653394848760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-little-somethin.html' title='just a little somethin&apos;'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA_vommzJtA/TtwvGDcNq2I/AAAAAAAAAjM/Xy7MM-is7dM/s72-c/Daily%2BFood%2BDiary%2Bcopy%2B3.xlt.tiff' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4296456892664829404</id><published>2011-05-15T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:13:05.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smorgasbord</title><content type='html'>I am pretty much the worst blogger but oh well I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Here is just a little glimpse of what Austin and I have been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month was my birthday, it was so wonderful. After Austin picked me up from school he surprised me with a clean house and beautiful flowers. We spent some time with my fam then he cooked me delicious mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nzq8k2HYzI/Tc_MPALt_0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X-AAoM9vWkA/s1600/IMG_6716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nzq8k2HYzI/Tc_MPALt_0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X-AAoM9vWkA/s400/IMG_6716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924619218812738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEQ2SX-S49U/Tc_MPpLhyFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/13IDbDwfOH4/s1600/IMG_6721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEQ2SX-S49U/Tc_MPpLhyFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/13IDbDwfOH4/s400/IMG_6721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924630223865938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin pulled out my anatomy lab goggles to cut the onions (now they are the onion goggles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhV8HvEivWI/Tc_MPTBnz4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/xJvHSGdfHDM/s1600/IMG_6713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhV8HvEivWI/Tc_MPTBnz4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/xJvHSGdfHDM/s400/IMG_6713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924624276737922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure how Austin did this but somehow he got a fortune inside a fortune cookie and packaged it all up. It says, "You will live happily ever after." I have to admit he is quite the romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a couple extremely stressful weeks of projects, papers, and finals it was Austins birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0CViYUwaIQ/Tc_OgOx72WI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pSWtS_ZlZ6Q/s1600/IMG_6753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0CViYUwaIQ/Tc_OgOx72WI/AAAAAAAAAf4/pSWtS_ZlZ6Q/s400/IMG_6753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606927114218232162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woot for a new bike. There will be hundreds of bike rides in Arkansas this summer,&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly wait! We also bought a bike rack and feel super hippy-ish with it on the yaris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we both quit our jobs for the summer and took a 10-day trip to Japan to visit the fam one last time before they move back to the states. Can I just say I absolutely love Japan?! Austin and I would move here in a heart beat if given the opportunity. 10 reasons why... (ok maybe only 5 or nobody will get through this incredibly long post, the last 5 can be saved for another post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is so, so, so clean here. It is the largest city in the world and there is zero trash on the streets, in the subways, anywhere! The ironic thing there isn't any trash cans on the street either, or in the subways (who knows where they put their trash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is the safest place ever. The crime rate is incredibly low here. It is so crazy to me to see tiny kids (probably 4 or 5) riding the subway by themselves to school, but nobody bothers them and they mind their own business. The policemen don't really have much to do so they sit and blow their whistle at stop lights to direct traffic (even though traffic doesn't need to be directed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The people here are so polite and helpful. Whenever you need help or have a question the people bend over backwards to make sure you are taken care of. They are super genuine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The sun comes up at 3:30 in the morning during spring and summer. I mean who wouldn't love that. We would get up at like 5 and go running and it seemed like it was noon, then we'd go to bed at 8 or 9. Best lifestyle ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The people here dress way more modestly and classily (if that's even a word). I don't want my girls to be skanks- and lets face it girls in the US, even in Utah dress a little skankily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a couple pics of our ventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JC00y76qIMs/Tc_SyKOTduI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FXMsbqKwyEo/s1600/IMG_6759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JC00y76qIMs/Tc_SyKOTduI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FXMsbqKwyEo/s400/IMG_6759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606931820279199458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent one day at Disney Sea. It was way fun: Indiana Jones, Journey to the Center of the Earth, Tower of Terror, Gondola rides and more. Everything was in Japanese so it was a little weird sometimes to not know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to visit a ton of really cool gardens and shrines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTmVMMG7pgY/Tc_UFkD9epI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1HxwqzjK0eY/s1600/IMG_6789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTmVMMG7pgY/Tc_UFkD9epI/AAAAAAAAAgg/1HxwqzjK0eY/s400/IMG_6789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606933253144279698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With tons of super cool, really old bonzai trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_HG93-vrpE/Tc_UE-bJp7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/SxF60iCjUY8/s1600/IMG_6783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_HG93-vrpE/Tc_UE-bJp7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/SxF60iCjUY8/s400/IMG_6783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606933243040999346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60BhBhjs57s/Tc_UFXmUTZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1r_attmfdt8/s1600/IMG_6785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-60BhBhjs57s/Tc_UFXmUTZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1r_attmfdt8/s400/IMG_6785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606933249798720914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLGuyoCHJKw/Tc_VuZ__utI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7O1c9jcHE_I/s1600/IMG_6824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLGuyoCHJKw/Tc_VuZ__utI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7O1c9jcHE_I/s400/IMG_6824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606935054329559762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to see a baseball game. In the Tokyo Dome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFcbFFNGNFg/Tc_XmyelEbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nL1EKxl4OSc/s1600/IMG_6863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFcbFFNGNFg/Tc_XmyelEbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nL1EKxl4OSc/s400/IMG_6863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606937122484588978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzTCtIaL-Is/Tc_VvEm6q0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/x5oGVZO1gt8/s1600/IMG_6864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gzTCtIaL-Is/Tc_VvEm6q0I/AAAAAAAAAg4/x5oGVZO1gt8/s400/IMG_6864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606935065767095106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5D5HuJnMzQ/Tc_Vuwauo5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/SlBf2mArbJI/s1600/IMG_6866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5D5HuJnMzQ/Tc_Vuwauo5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/SlBf2mArbJI/s400/IMG_6866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606935060347265938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so I look a little frightening in the picture because it was raining all day but check out the kid in the background. He was so, so hilarious. He knew every single cheer (they even had one in english "Let's go Gi-ants" it took us awhile to catch on it was english and second to figure out what they were saying). When the Giants were up to bat he nicely packed his food up and set it under his chair so he could cheer.  So like I said the Japanese people are super polite. When the other team is up to bat they sit there quietly or if it gets a little intense they just get up and walk around outside. Then when their team is up to bat then they cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6oGROY1YuA/Tc_Xn53r7DI/AAAAAAAAAhY/cJk88dGMS6A/s1600/IMG_6891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6oGROY1YuA/Tc_Xn53r7DI/AAAAAAAAAhY/cJk88dGMS6A/s400/IMG_6891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606937141648813106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lot of Japenese aren't married or if they are don't have kids becuase their careers. Instead they have dogs and treat them as children (or maybe better). They carry them in purses, babyslings, and yes even push them in strollers. This is a smiling dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried two days in a row to get sumo wrestling tickets but both days we got there just barely too late (they give them away and once they are gone, then that's that). But we did get to see lots of sumos in their robes walking into the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj45jImH5lE/Tc_Xnc8xHtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/x3gR99QozII/s1600/IMG_6889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yj45jImH5lE/Tc_Xnc8xHtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/x3gR99QozII/s400/IMG_6889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606937133885497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Yl2v2x4Ya4/Tc_ZGnkbd6I/AAAAAAAAAhg/gEhc8G6a8Vo/s1600/IMG_6888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Yl2v2x4Ya4/Tc_ZGnkbd6I/AAAAAAAAAhg/gEhc8G6a8Vo/s400/IMG_6888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606938768823777186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin's parents live in an apartment right in Tokyo. Ever wonder what the U.S ambassador's house in Japan looks like? Well you can see it right out their window so here is your chance... I want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-4kTXto18Y/Tc_aLScvYCI/AAAAAAAAAho/P5iVPxVwwwM/s1600/IMG_6901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-4kTXto18Y/Tc_aLScvYCI/AAAAAAAAAho/P5iVPxVwwwM/s400/IMG_6901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606939948565356578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside their window you can also see the Tokyo tower. It's bigger than the Eiffel Tower and I'd say it's cooler too. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPyiF963sgU/Tc_aLj0LIuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYugxYXTnZI/s1600/IMG_6900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sPyiF963sgU/Tc_aLj0LIuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/hYugxYXTnZI/s400/IMG_6900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606939953227047650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see Conner off to the prom. Dunnerz looked pretty sharp and was just 4 votes shy of being the prom king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lVD4-oX_9w/Tc_aMDwsRZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qMgKIuN0h8k/s1600/IMG_6913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2lVD4-oX_9w/Tc_aMDwsRZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/qMgKIuN0h8k/s400/IMG_6913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606939961802376594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwnv8aC4yY4/Tc_aMa3k8uI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VXUSu3uZj9Q/s1600/IMG_6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwnv8aC4yY4/Tc_aMa3k8uI/AAAAAAAAAiA/VXUSu3uZj9Q/s400/IMG_6923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606939968005272290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIQEat4qPNs/Tc_epwNDR6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OpJRcrroqmA/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SIQEat4qPNs/Tc_epwNDR6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OpJRcrroqmA/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606944869995202466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the highlights of our trip to Japan was seeing the Napierski's! We ran into them at church. For a long time they were like my second family. I've missed seeing them and watching their kids grow up. I babysat little Cole when he was just 5 weeks old until they moved. Savi is taller than me now- they are the cutest bunch ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you made it this far... you must love me. or be really bored. I have a little secret- the mom would flip if she knew this but there was a little quakin' in Japan while we were here. Pretty sweet, or maybe frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2c0wz9BdVc/Tc_ba0ZiChI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Z0gJdR95OQk/s1600/IMG_6926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2c0wz9BdVc/Tc_ba0ZiChI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Z0gJdR95OQk/s400/IMG_6926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606941314888370706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two kiddos are now moving to Arkansas. Don't miss me too much. It'll be quite the adventure, I have a full time job at a kids sports camp thing so I'll be busy, hopefully it'll keep me from being homesick, ha. Anyway ciao, peace, see-ya or in Japanese さようなら.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4296456892664829404?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4296456892664829404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4296456892664829404' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4296456892664829404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4296456892664829404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/05/smorgasbord.html' title='smorgasbord'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Nzq8k2HYzI/Tc_MPALt_0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/X-AAoM9vWkA/s72-c/IMG_6716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3163891306492666452</id><published>2011-03-03T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:25:56.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAMnLDodr5g/TW_N3c6VLnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Se_eUejjkxk/s1600/IMG_6395.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But-- this happy couple is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGOykOv6oJk/TW_N2Zk2tyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qzsP4zIvlm0/s1600/Photo%2B117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGOykOv6oJk/TW_N2Zk2tyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qzsP4zIvlm0/s320/Photo%2B117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579904797797431074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAMnLDodr5g/TW_N3c6VLnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Se_eUejjkxk/s1600/IMG_6395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sAMnLDodr5g/TW_N3c6VLnI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Se_eUejjkxk/s320/IMG_6395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579904815872683634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the summer. Austin got an internship, woot.&lt;br /&gt;so I guess au revoir&lt;br /&gt;auf widersehen&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;utah. my home land. my little bubble.&lt;br /&gt;hello natural state.&lt;span id="search"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3163891306492666452?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3163891306492666452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3163891306492666452' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3163891306492666452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3163891306492666452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/03/announcement.html' title='announcement.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGOykOv6oJk/TW_N2Zk2tyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qzsP4zIvlm0/s72-c/Photo%2B117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6156160600718874922</id><published>2011-02-07T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:00:11.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another manic monday</title><content type='html'>got my new glasses today, woot.&lt;br /&gt;we bought a couch this weekend, woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDKiQemWTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YeAuITRfU0k/s1600/Photo%2B140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDKiQemWTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YeAuITRfU0k/s320/Photo%2B140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571175428944976178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still madly in love with this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDL8-V-AjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sDUnpDht4Ek/s1600/Photo%2B141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDL8-V-AjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sDUnpDht4Ek/s320/Photo%2B141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176987445035570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mom's big 5-0!&lt;br /&gt;She is the best mother anybody could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I grow up to be just like.&lt;br /&gt;She is so kind, loving, thoughtful, hardworking...&lt;br /&gt;I could list all the wonderful traits she has all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful she is my ma.&lt;br /&gt;and I love her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDNVh9lgnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hOj7Jrwu6IY/s1600/JSW0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDNVh9lgnI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hOj7Jrwu6IY/s320/JSW0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571178508834931314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDLzFPD05I/AAAAAAAAAdw/N8TtTwBYNjo/s1600/Photo%2B142.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=2a07e6e323&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e0395a6e3d52e3&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=2a07e6e323&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12e0395a6e3d52e3&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDKiQemWTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YeAuITRfU0k/s1600/Photo%2B140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6156160600718874922?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6156160600718874922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6156160600718874922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6156160600718874922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6156160600718874922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just another manic monday'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TVDKiQemWTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/YeAuITRfU0k/s72-c/Photo%2B140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-255995993108551415</id><published>2011-01-16T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:37:48.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16th 2010</title><content type='html'>One &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; ago today...&lt;br /&gt;Austin and I went on our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; first date&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We met the previous Sunday.  He spoke in church and I told him, '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good job&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;He got my number that night from another girl who got it from another boy...&lt;br /&gt;We went to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BYU basketball game&lt;/span&gt; then out to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zupas&lt;/span&gt; after.  Then we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Smart.&lt;/span&gt;  He walked me to the bottom of the apartment stairs (I lived on the second floor) and I got nervous or something so I just said, 'thanks- good night...' and hugged him awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs (I tell him he didn't walk me to the door on our first date- but it was my fault, ha) I didn't think he liked me- we're both a little shy.  But he was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nicest guy&lt;/span&gt; I had ever met, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; too (which is always a perk).  My mom asked how the date went, I told her he wasn't interested.  The next week Megan and I hosted a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pancake party&lt;/span&gt; at her apartment.  I was so excited when he showed up and I pretty much asked him out on our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second date&lt;/span&gt;... kind of.&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one year later &lt;/span&gt;we are so&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; happily married&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love every second&lt;/span&gt; we spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm so grateful for a wonderful husband who loves me, takes care of me, and supports me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPr-u0KCLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/O7aoik-qCiI/s1600/100_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPr-u0KCLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/O7aoik-qCiI/s320/100_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049427683903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the pancake party... thank you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flirty apron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsRBi83GI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lRqREtV8fRo/s1600/100_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsRBi83GI/AAAAAAAAAcc/lRqREtV8fRo/s320/100_0265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049741949656162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on so many way fun dates, I just never took pictures... sad.&lt;br /&gt;This is at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manti Pageant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsJjQ7gYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Q1JWcgNovnw/s1600/100_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsJjQ7gYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Q1JWcgNovnw/s320/100_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049613561921922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strawberry Days&lt;/span&gt; rodeo...woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsiREXYBI/AAAAAAAAAck/45fa4T3YeC0/s1600/IMG_6683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsiREXYBI/AAAAAAAAAck/45fa4T3YeC0/s320/IMG_6683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563050038174113810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt; at the Emperor's palace/imperial gardens. It was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsitTugRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_GLlMZJcn8s/s1600/IMG_6582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsitTugRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_GLlMZJcn8s/s320/IMG_6582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563050045754736914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engagement.&lt;/span&gt; In Japan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsvmIqe9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/5pGH7izOT9E/s1600/Bridal0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPsvmIqe9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/5pGH7izOT9E/s320/Bridal0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563050267167587282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Draper Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPtI4XTk-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Mo7VvH7PA8Q/s1600/JSW0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPtI4XTk-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Mo7VvH7PA8Q/s320/JSW0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563050701557568482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kal-dawg has been my best friend for such a long time!&lt;br /&gt;I just love this girl. I was so happy to see her when we got out of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPtj9Kr7FI/AAAAAAAAAdM/en9SVLHD-5A/s1600/JSW0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPtj9Kr7FI/AAAAAAAAAdM/en9SVLHD-5A/s320/JSW0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563051166703283282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Madeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPv7E8fAaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GYzSm0XtNvE/s1600/JSW0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPv7E8fAaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/GYzSm0XtNvE/s320/JSW0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563053762951446946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alayna dear.&lt;br /&gt;We love our little nieces... and nephew of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPs_PTYSrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ahZ8kDfBA6E/s1600/JSW0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPs_PTYSrI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ahZ8kDfBA6E/s320/JSW0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563050535916423858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They all froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPtkQhVP8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/UcLa9ZHMto0/s1600/JSW0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPtkQhVP8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/UcLa9ZHMto0/s320/JSW0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563051171898539970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPrzAtB0cI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DOzEoc-ymow/s1600/Bridal0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPrzAtB0cI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DOzEoc-ymow/s320/Bridal0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563049226327413186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happiest day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-255995993108551415?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/255995993108551415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=255995993108551415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/255995993108551415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/255995993108551415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-16th-2010.html' title='January 16th 2010'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TTPr-u0KCLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/O7aoik-qCiI/s72-c/100_0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3232945518538401058</id><published>2010-12-01T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:56:08.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married, woot.</title><content type='html'>oh how we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; married life.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told us when we were engaged that, "being engaged sucks..."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We loved being engaged&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;being married is much better&lt;/span&gt; than being engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Other than work and approaching finals, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is bliss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up each morning to the best husband ever- um pretty sure life couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TPan2IftfyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gLP-omsy11E/s1600/Bridal0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TPan2IftfyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gLP-omsy11E/s320/Bridal0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545804539588607778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3232945518538401058?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3232945518538401058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3232945518538401058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3232945518538401058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3232945518538401058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/12/married-woot.html' title='Married, woot.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TPan2IftfyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gLP-omsy11E/s72-c/Bridal0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-1951804500916834701</id><published>2010-10-31T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:13:40.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TM14dEmirRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/R-qFWIh4Hio/s1600/Bridal0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TM14dEmirRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/R-qFWIh4Hio/s320/Bridal0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534211957955144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally found an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; apt.&lt;/span&gt; woot.&lt;br /&gt;it's in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basement &lt;/span&gt;of an older couple.&lt;br /&gt;They are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Austin and I.&lt;br /&gt;So they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lowered ren&lt;/span&gt;t (as a wedding gift, ha)&lt;br /&gt;and we like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;- why? you may ask.&lt;br /&gt;We can stay on our parents health insurance for 4 more years.&lt;br /&gt;booyah.&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-1951804500916834701?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/1951804500916834701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=1951804500916834701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1951804500916834701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1951804500916834701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/10/19-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TM14dEmirRI/AAAAAAAAAbs/R-qFWIh4Hio/s72-c/Bridal0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2362171141705228433</id><published>2010-09-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:49:56.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVTN-Ds5dI/AAAAAAAAAag/lZ1_Foj4sLk/s1600/JSE0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVTN-Ds5dI/AAAAAAAAAag/lZ1_Foj4sLk/s320/JSE0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522912017501709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so happy to be getting married, can't you tell?!&lt;br /&gt; No but seriously, I'm so excited I can't really handle it.&lt;br /&gt;yup. I'm the luckiest girl in the world-&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad the weekend is almost here, and hurrah for conference.  I could use a good spiritual energy drink now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our engagement pictures. well just the corny ones.  (you'll have to wait for our wedding to see the good ones, actually I'm just too lazy to upload them)&lt;br /&gt;I was way not excited for our engagements because they are always so cheesy and when we get wedding invites in the mail I usually make fun of the picture (sad, ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off we have the choker... got to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXTVMCbtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ApSTFlIIyHg/s1600/JSE0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXTVMCbtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ApSTFlIIyHg/s320/JSE0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522916507656548050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the classic peek around the tree and look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXS3Jb21I/AAAAAAAAAaw/-k6KT6n_Fds/s1600/JSE0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXS3Jb21I/AAAAAAAAAaw/-k6KT6n_Fds/s320/JSE0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522916499592567634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I really do like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXSSoYkZI/AAAAAAAAAao/nbQkOt0OO28/s1600/JSE0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXSSoYkZI/AAAAAAAAAao/nbQkOt0OO28/s320/JSE0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522916489790263698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one was just for you mom... (our photographer thought we were so weird, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXTrVi8WI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cqtzst2muhU/s1600/JSE0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVXTrVi8WI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cqtzst2muhU/s320/JSE0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522916513602007394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only 51 days and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVaSEZ4ctI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JFgbck9c3p8/s1600/Photo+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVaSEZ4ctI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JFgbck9c3p8/s320/Photo+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522919784506225362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2362171141705228433?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2362171141705228433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2362171141705228433' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2362171141705228433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2362171141705228433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-love.html' title='true love.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TKVTN-Ds5dI/AAAAAAAAAag/lZ1_Foj4sLk/s72-c/JSE0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-839148381445230005</id><published>2010-08-16T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:16:12.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan!</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! to my very &lt;em&gt;best friend&lt;/em&gt; and I couldn't be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;. more pictures to come of Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TGk50XJUHhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KPaLs8vYBiA/s1600/IMG_6582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505995591166205458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TGk50XJUHhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KPaLs8vYBiA/s320/IMG_6582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3928454420144708106-839148381445230005?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/839148381445230005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=839148381445230005' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/839148381445230005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/839148381445230005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/08/japan.html' title='Japan!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TGk50XJUHhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KPaLs8vYBiA/s72-c/IMG_6582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-530237038890843972</id><published>2010-08-01T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:07:07.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends</title><content type='html'>they come and go so dang fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; Zupas and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Majestic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday &lt;/span&gt;quilted and consumed 5000 calories of muddy buddies. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; family ward (It was a good change)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; real life begins again. Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just 8 days I have to move back home.&lt;br /&gt;and commute back to work/school&lt;br /&gt;But... In&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 10 days&lt;/span&gt; I get to spend a whole week in&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Japan&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; and his family.&lt;br /&gt;I just love this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon school starts again. &lt;br /&gt;Secretly I am a little bit excited inside.&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy, huh. &lt;br /&gt;I like going to class and staying busy&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not excited to be ultra stressed about tests and grades. &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go buy sweet new school supplies and pack my backpack. &lt;br /&gt;and use my crazy cool calculator in my sweet math and physics classes-&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that sound exciting? ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-530237038890843972?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/530237038890843972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=530237038890843972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/530237038890843972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/530237038890843972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekends.html' title='weekends'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6824884324893456549</id><published>2010-07-11T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:57:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barbershop</title><content type='html'>Last week we went to our Condo in McCall.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;We went on this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; bike ride and ended up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscYC2AYvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/N3a90QT6d_s/s1600/mccall+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscYC2AYvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/N3a90QT6d_s/s320/mccall+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015369914278642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cut Austin's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'mop'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscYvNzFEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hFlWPNXQaPI/s1600/before....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscYvNzFEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hFlWPNXQaPI/s320/before....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015381825229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; scared to death&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscZtLfSfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Gb4mVY2tSMU/s1600/haircut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscZtLfSfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Gb4mVY2tSMU/s320/haircut1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015398458542578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; what I was doing,&lt;br /&gt;so I pulled out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bowl&lt;/span&gt;, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscaJnvq-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/_1Nne5nBIaU/s1600/the+bowl*.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscaJnvq-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/_1Nne5nBIaU/s320/the+bowl*.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015406093249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too bad, eh?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscZNwhDdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TK_HOBVdskE/s1600/after....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscZNwhDdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/TK_HOBVdskE/s320/after....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015390023912914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDseldjOjSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d4DIhVwdlFU/s1600/IMG_6440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDseldjOjSI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d4DIhVwdlFU/s320/IMG_6440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493017799444827426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6824884324893456549?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6824884324893456549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6824884324893456549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6824884324893456549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6824884324893456549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/07/barbershop.html' title='barbershop'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TDscYC2AYvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/N3a90QT6d_s/s72-c/mccall+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8849050614766137206</id><published>2010-06-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:03:01.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination...</title><content type='html'>It's 12:17 and tomorrow is cleaning checks. I've cleaned everything except my room, but I'm exhausted- so here I am blogging instead...&lt;br /&gt;Today I made Chicken Pot Pie.&lt;br /&gt;You may ask since when do you eat anything other than oatmeal? ha&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to start being normal- and cooking real food.&lt;br /&gt;It was weight watchers pot pie, but nobody needs to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TBhzf7r6MxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m85KC9YV-0w/s1600/pot+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TBhzf7r6MxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m85KC9YV-0w/s320/pot+pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483259538758578962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston came over too, and Alex (Austin's brother) and Cole (Preston's roommate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TBkIFY_xBXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IM1r2SgDE30/s1600/Austin+and+Preston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TBkIFY_xBXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IM1r2SgDE30/s320/Austin+and+Preston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483422910002562418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love these boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8849050614766137206?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8849050614766137206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8849050614766137206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8849050614766137206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8849050614766137206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/06/procrastination.html' title='procrastination...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TBhzf7r6MxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m85KC9YV-0w/s72-c/pot+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3432327636325005042</id><published>2010-06-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:36:23.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night loneliness</title><content type='html'>So this is my oh please gag me post...&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;Austin is gone for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. a lot &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's in Arkansas. I should have flown out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for him to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;come home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They say that, 'distance makes the heart grow fonder,'&lt;br /&gt;well my heart was fond enough without him leaving... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TAmqBfCO7UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LEHKkl-BVY8/s1600/101_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TAmqBfCO7UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LEHKkl-BVY8/s320/101_3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479097364160376130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memorial day&lt;/span&gt; we hiked to Stewart Falls,&lt;br /&gt;It was way fun.&lt;br /&gt;He carried me across the creek so my shoes wouldn't get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TAdKgYOkJSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4OgwOzlBFfM/s1600/100_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TAdKgYOkJSI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4OgwOzlBFfM/s320/100_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478429391839307042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would I do without this boy?&lt;br /&gt;Probably read my book, and prepare a Relief Society lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what I'll be doing this Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;I hope your weekend is filled with more excitement than mine, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3432327636325005042?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3432327636325005042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3432327636325005042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3432327636325005042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3432327636325005042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/06/friday-night-lonliness.html' title='friday night loneliness'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/TAmqBfCO7UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LEHKkl-BVY8/s72-c/101_3680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8517042712522773002</id><published>2010-05-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:57:44.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for PTO. woot.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could go and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;visit my grandparents graves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So this is in honor of them and what&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; little bit&lt;/span&gt; I know about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phyllis Summers&lt;/span&gt;, an amazing mother, wife, and grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;Although I don't remember her well, I do know one thing... that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; she raised the best mom in the entire world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a daunting task, right?&lt;br /&gt;She was very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely spunky&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;She'd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prance around the house&lt;/span&gt; and call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.  Now that's my kind of Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;She was a crazy canner from beets and beans to raspberries and unidentifiable foods. ha&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she taught my mother this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing skill&lt;/span&gt; and I hope my mother will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teach me&lt;/span&gt; so that I can&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; teach my daughters&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;She was always a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very hard worker&lt;/span&gt;, after Grandpa had a heart attack at a very young age she was required to work and provide.  What amazing strength and diligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elmer Summers, &lt;/span&gt;I never knew.  But I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely honored&lt;/span&gt; to be named after him.&lt;br /&gt;I know that he was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonderful husband and father&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom loved her dad and still talks about him to this day.  He was very generous and would give the shirt off his back to help another.  He&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; loved his wife&lt;/span&gt; and made sure that she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respected&lt;/span&gt; by their children.  I'm excited to be able to meet him again one day.  I feel like we are already best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Austin and I went to Ikea and Gardner Village. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot how huge Ikea is, and how long it takes to get out once you are in.&lt;br /&gt;and as always I heart Gardner Village, it's the cutest place. &lt;br /&gt;I bought a couple embroidery things that I'm going to work on.&lt;br /&gt;My hours at work got cut a little, so now I have time to do stuff in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll run another marathon.  (most people don't make that decision on a whim, but why not right?! ha)&lt;br /&gt;Austin is going to Arkansas this weekend. I was going to fly out for the weekend but I can't really afford to take work off.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will most definitely be filled with chick flicks (Dear John, P.S I love you, The Notebook, Bride Wars, Sleepless in Seattle, 27 dresses, Princess Diaries...) and shopping, with my favorite little sister (and best friend).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8517042712522773002?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8517042712522773002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8517042712522773002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8517042712522773002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8517042712522773002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8141131883156476419</id><published>2010-05-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:06:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>it's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this boy an awful awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S_Db6IOPPUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BTLv4dqdPs0/s1600/100_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S_Db6IOPPUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BTLv4dqdPs0/s320/100_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472115338941250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm officially a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;math education&lt;/span&gt; major. woot.&lt;br /&gt;talk about nerdy. i'm cool with it though, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;I get to meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Austin's mom &lt;/span&gt;this week, she's coming from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, let's hope she likes me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8141131883156476419?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8141131883156476419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8141131883156476419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8141131883156476419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8141131883156476419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-lovin.html' title='summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S_Db6IOPPUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/BTLv4dqdPs0/s72-c/100_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-110594867042524694</id><published>2010-04-24T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:32:47.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finals</title><content type='html'>Finals are here.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;I have neglected school work hard core.&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until it's over.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;That's all---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I still love &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7reUjduwcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qg3sJPSkZns/s1600/P4040302.JPG"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;boy.&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;we're going fishing this summer,&lt;br /&gt;and on bike rides, and indexing,&lt;br /&gt;and hiking, and more fishing,&lt;br /&gt;and picnicking, and a little more fishing.&lt;br /&gt;just 3 more days. 4 more finals.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-110594867042524694?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/110594867042524694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=110594867042524694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. ha- I am so old&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure I would go on a mission-&lt;br /&gt;but that idea has been put on hold...&lt;br /&gt;Life is so so wonderful I can't complain about a thing.&lt;br /&gt;(other than my toenail fell off today)- sorry TMI.&lt;br /&gt;I'm training for another marathon and they don't like  that idea---&lt;br /&gt;so they just fall off as they please.&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my birthday on Sunday with the whole fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rOgO5sdVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YuiJEs3TYlA/s1600/P4040297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rOgO5sdVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YuiJEs3TYlA/s320/P4040297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456900951663998290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and I went to General Conference in Salt Lake it was super fun-&lt;br /&gt;then came home and he met the whole fam- even Tif, Josh, Madeline and Moira (over skype).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he was overwhelmed- even though he said he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;He's taking me out for my birthday because mom's going to Indiana and dad has bishopric stuff. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally wear dresses at least 4 or 5/7 days a week. So guess what I got 4 new dresses! whoo whoo. I was super excited. and I got the NOTEBOOK! best movie evah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rd_Rex45I/AAAAAAAAAXg/G33Ls1Z7pJY/s1600/P4040293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rd_Rex45I/AAAAAAAAAXg/G33Ls1Z7pJY/s320/P4040293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456917977606775698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7reUKjJJBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/U92P1nQy8tE/s1600/P4040300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7reUKjJJBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/U92P1nQy8tE/s320/P4040300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456918336523281426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad Steph and the Cobster could come over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rg3IqIJzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1wcqE7mcOJ8/s1600/P4040301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rg3IqIJzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/1wcqE7mcOJ8/s320/P4040301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456921136334382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have the best best mom ever. Isn't she the cutest thing you have ever seen?! I hope I grow up to be just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rdvpH43JI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lP2LeRsO-Ck/s1600/P4040282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rdvpH43JI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lP2LeRsO-Ck/s320/P4040282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456917709075307666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang... I just love that my fam is totally out of control- I was a little nervous to bring Austin over but he survived. He got the warning on the way out though ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rdlSK6HWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/afWo90DN7QE/s1600/P4040278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rdlSK6HWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/afWo90DN7QE/s320/P4040278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456917531115265378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alayna helped me open all of my presents- what would I do without her? Isn't she is the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7reUjduwcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qg3sJPSkZns/s1600/P4040302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7reUjduwcI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qg3sJPSkZns/s320/P4040302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456918343211467202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 wow. another year older. hopefully wiser too. this has been a very rewarding year. I've loved being 20. i hope 21 is even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3808540503704365031?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3808540503704365031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3808540503704365031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3808540503704365031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3808540503704365031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/04/twenty-one.html' title='twenty one.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S7rOgO5sdVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YuiJEs3TYlA/s72-c/P4040297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4329793077760377108</id><published>2010-03-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:52:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazed</title><content type='html'>tonight I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;and can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the parent's house in my amazing, comfortable bed.&lt;br /&gt;Because they are the only people I want when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here thinking- I realized how blessed I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;and how ungrateful I tend to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever grateful for the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;Easter is one of my favorite times of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my birthday is next week too! whoo whoo. I have the best bday ever--- april 6. (beat that!) ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful that conference is coming!&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond excited, my spirit feels a little homesick-&lt;br /&gt;during conference the veil seems so thin and the Savior so near.&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here thinking about how sick I feel and how miserable I am I decided to look up Elder Holland's Easter talk from April 09 conference. "None Were with Him."&lt;br /&gt;Tears came to my eyes as I watched the mormon messages video on this talk.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously take 4 minutes to watch it! It will get you in the Easter season way quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpFhS0dAduc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None Were with Him"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about the struggles and trials that I have gone through in my life (as each of us have) these words struck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Father briefly withdrew from Jesus the comfort of His Spirit, the support of His personal presence. It was required; indeed it was central to the significance of the Atonement, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that this perfect Son who had never spoken ill nor done wrong nor touched an unclean thing had to know how the rest of humankind—us, all of us—would feel&lt;/span&gt; when we did commit such sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Holland continues, "Brothers and sisters,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one of the great consolations of this Easter season is that because Jesus walked such a long, lonely path utterly alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do not have to do so.&lt;/span&gt; His solitary journey brought great company for our little version of that path—the merciful care of our Father in Heaven, the unfailing companionship of this Beloved Son, the consummate gift of the Holy Ghost, angels in heaven, family members on both sides of the veil, prophets and apostles, teachers, leaders, friends. All of these and more have been given as companions for our mortal journey because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the Restoration of His gospel. Trumpeted from the summit of Calvary is the truth that we will never be left alone nor unaided, even if sometimes we may feel that we are. Truly the Redeemer of us all said, “I will not leave you comfortless. [My Father and] I will come to you [and abide with you]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful. I know that the Savior loves me. cares about me. He knows me- even though the world doesn't. and that is all that matters. He is truly and honestly my very best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin got us tickets for conference from his bishop in Arkansas. I am so glad- I love going to conference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4329793077760377108?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4329793077760377108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4329793077760377108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4329793077760377108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4329793077760377108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/03/amazed.html' title='amazed'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3468414377613031843</id><published>2010-03-21T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:26:55.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S6cH4V5q-oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/L6cfyiuWt_Q/s1600-h/P3070079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S6cH4V5q-oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/L6cfyiuWt_Q/s320/P3070079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451334538488380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all I just love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;Kalster is really my bff and this pic shows it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun in NY.&lt;br /&gt;So many stories and memories.&lt;br /&gt;Missing flight. Forgetting Cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;Getting pulled over. Neon Trees.&lt;br /&gt;Neck Pillows and tray tables.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy taxi driver--- literally "taken".&lt;br /&gt;Subways. China Town. Crazy bag ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Little Italy. H&amp;amp;M. Gap. Macys. The Miracle Worker.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked Lottery. Bargaining. Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Naked men in Central Park. The Met.&lt;br /&gt;Strand bookstore. Pickpocketers and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of the boy... Megs and I had a pancake night when we first moved in (I totally had a crush on him then too, as you can tell). He came into the kitchen and talked to me as I made pancakes and that's where it all began- well kinda (we'd gone out before this).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- probably still like him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me sincerely smile. and laugh. a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I love how his arm fits perfectly around me.&lt;br /&gt;or his hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;- side note. I have always been totally anti PDA. generally it makes me sick. Anyway we were sitting talking to his roommates and he just grabbed my hand. whoa. big move for me. but it was good. now i like when he does that. Anyway&lt;br /&gt;I love walking with this kid and just talking about whatever comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;and how he listens. and how he cares.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for what he has taught me about men.&lt;br /&gt;and that he honors his priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;we are going to the festival of colors this weekend. woot.&lt;br /&gt;we are going to conference together. i love conference. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S6cF3SCI0iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GEju_1RllyM/s1600-h/100_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S6cF3SCI0iI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GEju_1RllyM/s320/100_0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451332321247023650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new calling this week.&lt;br /&gt;1st counselor in R.S.&lt;br /&gt;humbled? yes.&lt;br /&gt;nervous? more than you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;excited? yeah. now I have an excuse to make new friends!&lt;br /&gt;more updates to come. but as for now I must write a paper that's due tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to school- summer please come quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3468414377613031843?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3468414377613031843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3468414377613031843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3468414377613031843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3468414377613031843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S6cH4V5q-oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/L6cfyiuWt_Q/s72-c/P3070079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4622070736926384154</id><published>2010-03-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:50:25.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>Something about the warm weather&lt;br /&gt;Something about coming out of work and it's still light outside&lt;br /&gt;Something about this boy&lt;br /&gt;Something about frank sinatra. michael buble. nat king cole.&lt;br /&gt;Something about knowing New York is a mere 3 days away.&lt;br /&gt;Something about running 4 miles in 29 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Something about the Neon Trees concert.&lt;br /&gt;Something about the dollar movie&lt;br /&gt;Something about this boy...&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to shout for joy.&lt;br /&gt;shout for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so... maybe this boy is more than a crush.&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have just done kinda bad on my calculus test :(&lt;br /&gt;because last night and the night before and tonight someone else occupied my time...&lt;br /&gt;what the heck is happening. nobody has ever gotten in the way of school.&lt;br /&gt;not good... haha. but i love it. and so does he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today he extended his apartment contract through the summer.&lt;br /&gt;he's staying for good. he said it was right- then we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesy cheesy. but true.&lt;br /&gt;twitterpation i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4622070736926384154?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4622070736926384154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4622070736926384154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4622070736926384154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4622070736926384154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-762020505870778297</id><published>2010-03-10T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:02:19.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week come and gone.</title><content type='html'>I heart Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because it's produce day at Buy Low market.&lt;br /&gt;and I go way early in the morning. with all the old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I cried. not because I was stressed or anxious, sad or depressed.&lt;br /&gt;But because I felt bad for someone.  I want to help her but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can be the friend that she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I cried. from laughing so hard.  This man at work totally came in wearing bright orange basketball shorts with a red plaid button up shirt, white socks and black tennis shoes. When he left I couldn't contain myself. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I shouted "woot" way too many times. because I kept getting calculus problems right!&lt;br /&gt;you'd shout too if you finally understood triple integrals and jacobian transformations. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I was grateful. because it was the first time in a couple days that I haven't eaten cabbage soup for dinner. (I bought one cabbage at buy low a couple weeks ago and I have been eating cabbage ever since, the stupid thing has lasted me forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my mind was filled with just little thoughts of &lt;crush&gt;{crush} ... haha. but that probably isn't good because I need to be focused! but &lt;crush&gt; {crush} probably makes me happy. especially when I find out he decided he is going to stay in utah for the summer instead of moving home (back east), which was his previous plan. whoo whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you had a wonderful Wednesday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/crush&gt;&lt;/crush&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S5iGdfSmwMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qRJjfvf0-ng/s1600-h/100_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S5iGdfSmwMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qRJjfvf0-ng/s320/100_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447251590478479554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s I just found this picture. funny story. we were in the Indianapolis airport at freaking 5:00 am. And guess what the fire alarm went off for like 5 minutes.  My mom and dad just decided to put their earphones in... not connected to an ipod or anything. they looked kinda nerdy but I love them anyways. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(note they guy in the background (left) haha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-762020505870778297?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/762020505870778297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=762020505870778297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/762020505870778297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/762020505870778297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-week-come-and-gone.html' title='Another week come and gone.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S5iGdfSmwMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qRJjfvf0-ng/s72-c/100_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6815369091596987727</id><published>2010-03-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:42:09.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best day ever.</title><content type='html'>wow. I have not blogged forever! Anyway I won't attempt to catch up because that would just mean epic long posts. But I will say this... I love love love life right now.&lt;br /&gt;Today- best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;A. Buylow market on Wednesday mornings are my favorite time of the week. I bought an eggplant today. what the heck am I going to do with it? It was so beautiful I just had to have it though.&lt;br /&gt;B. Passed cleaning checks. woot. all week I prayed that I would and I did. yeesssss.&lt;br /&gt;C. Preston saved me from this "creeper" at school today. what would I do without him?&lt;br /&gt;D. Someone (my parents) sent me a diet sprite through the credit union drive up today. for cute. love them.&lt;br /&gt;E. Had delicious cabbage soup for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;F. Crocheted while watching American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;F. Red alert. so best part of my day... I was just sitting at the table and there was a knock at the door. I didn't even turn around because my roommate answered it, then I looked back because it was silent and... yes my major crush was standing in the doorway. Ah man. life's good... pretty much this kid is amazing and I think about him a lot, we are going snowboarding this weekend woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Wednesday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6815369091596987727?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6815369091596987727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6815369091596987727' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6815369091596987727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6815369091596987727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-day-ever.html' title='best day ever.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6721288247029151453</id><published>2010-01-23T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:50:25.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monumental moments of the week.</title><content type='html'>I bought my very first pineapple today! I &lt;heart&gt;&lt;heart&gt;love buy-low market. 2 lbs of delicious pineapple for only $1. woot. I had to document this monumental moment in my life. I don't even know how to cut it... yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/heart&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1t9UA4lCgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AibRkgVMlkI/s1600-h/100_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1t9UA4lCgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AibRkgVMlkI/s320/100_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071558513428994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;heart&gt;Monumental moment #2. I changed a diaper... what is this world coming to? I needed calculus III help and that was the stipulation I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. I love little Benson, isn't he just presh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/heart&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1t-3VEympI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Lm9bmczqt_k/s1600-h/P1010891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1t-3VEympI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Lm9bmczqt_k/s320/P1010891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073264740407954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the flower on my shirt... want one? well I made it and... I think I am going to start selling them! why? because I am a poor poor college student. yikes. So this is the story... Coby (the brother-in-law) and I were sitting on the couch and he said, "you should sell those (pointing to my flower) ..." and I thought for a minute, then I was like... "yeah, I should." Any who he knows someone who sells stuff like this in a little boutique (which I might end up doing) and online. So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;heart&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/heart&gt;&lt;/heart&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs157.snc1/5880_128825490780_580845780_3623895_2249368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs157.snc1/5880_128825490780_580845780_3623895_2249368_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are so fun to pin on your shirt, in your hair, or on a purse.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a better view of that other flower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1uA0T5prTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TobP2CDQbGc/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1uA0T5prTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TobP2CDQbGc/s320/100_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430075411908898098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also have a couple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fern bags&lt;/span&gt;. made out of gunny sacks with a hand sewn label. totally organic, earthy and trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1uDKNpUfrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DwA2vrOaF2Q/s1600-h/100_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1uDKNpUfrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DwA2vrOaF2Q/s320/100_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430077987210165938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1uDJz_4dlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/31LBLwcs4nM/s1600-h/100_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1uDJz_4dlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/31LBLwcs4nM/s320/100_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430077980325475922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're interested (or someone you know) in making a future purchase, let me know (even if you're a blog stocker...)- woot. thanks.&lt;heart&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6721288247029151453?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6721288247029151453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6721288247029151453' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6721288247029151453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6721288247029151453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/01/monumental-moments-of-week.html' title='monumental moments of the week.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S1t9UA4lCgI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AibRkgVMlkI/s72-c/100_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2882048268428937356</id><published>2010-01-16T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:25:25.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that is pretty much all i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of the year I have written in a journal each day the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ways I have seen the Lord's hand in my life that day.&lt;/span&gt; wow. it has truly opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone should do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although i'm not sure the direction my life is going to take&lt;br /&gt;in the next few months...&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord is watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will work out, they always do&lt;br /&gt;and that is exactly why &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love the gospel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for it.&lt;br /&gt;and I want to s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hout it&lt;/span&gt; for all to hear!&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss home a teensy bit now and again.&lt;br /&gt;not too much though ;)&lt;br /&gt;tonight i just need a tight squeeze from the pops.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the mom. my bff whom i tell absolutely everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s every time I go on a date i take a picture of a couple outfits and text them to her- she still helps me decide what to wear... what would i do without her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a completely different note- I heart this apt. of boys we play a game called "Bang!" nightly and we leg wrestle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S066zJ6fo1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/5ZBwMCAD5fA/s1600-h/100_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S066zJ6fo1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/5ZBwMCAD5fA/s320/100_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426479989025383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S066zmH5ThI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Rp9ZDsaRThM/s1600-h/100_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S066zmH5ThI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Rp9ZDsaRThM/s320/100_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426479996597784082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s I won this kid)&lt;br /&gt; --probably because i have birthing hips that dominate.&lt;br /&gt;at least they are good for  something. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2882048268428937356?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2882048268428937356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2882048268428937356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2882048268428937356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2882048268428937356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S066zJ6fo1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/5ZBwMCAD5fA/s72-c/100_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-5446208416721136863</id><published>2010-01-08T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:20:42.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p-town</title><content type='html'>i live in provo now. aka the land of zoobies.&lt;br /&gt;i ate sushi tonight. first time.&lt;br /&gt;also realized i am a total clean freak.&lt;br /&gt;my ears are ringing and i've partied pretty hard core 4 nights in a row.&lt;br /&gt;what is this place doing to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-5446208416721136863?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/5446208416721136863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=5446208416721136863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5446208416721136863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5446208416721136863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/01/p-town.html' title='p-town'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6218479809885160638</id><published>2010-01-02T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:53:33.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay for little&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; baby benson&lt;/span&gt;. i love the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chimp&lt;/span&gt; so much already.&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't work i would probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0Abjt2uf9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/g_s1A_6m0xs/s1600-h/Photo_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0Abjt2uf9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/g_s1A_6m0xs/s320/Photo_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422364251772583890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been thinking about this little old lady that comes into the bank- bless her heart. I seriously want to hug her every time she comes in. Each time I help her she thanks and thanks me for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; at her. She always says it is exactly what she needed- then bids me good day. Other than being absolutely adorable she is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old fashioned&lt;/span&gt; (in a good way). She always signs her name Mrs. Lawrence Williams &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i changed the name to protect her innocence but you get the picture. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just love it. When I get married I am totally going to sign my name Mrs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;some boys name here  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's so classy. Whenever Grandma sends a card to mom she addresses it Mrs. Perry Stewart- I used to think it was weird, now I think it's awesome. Anyways, sometimes I think I was born in the wrong century- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be old fashioned&lt;/span&gt;. People were way more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;respectful, kind, genuine, trustworthy, hardworking&lt;/span&gt;... I am going to be like that. why not? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0AbkHU_ZQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Oxf5dWHeIJk/s1600-h/100_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0AbkHU_ZQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Oxf5dWHeIJk/s320/100_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422364258610406658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I survived living on my own again. day 1. dinner did not consist of oatmeal- shocker huh. I had to take a pic because I knew mother would be proud. turkey burger and veggies. dee-lish. p.s I just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie and Julia&lt;/span&gt;, cutest movie ever. I kinda feel a close connection to them- probably just the name thing, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is "i'm surviving without mother hen." But I do miss her deeply-&lt;br /&gt;I had kinda forgot I had freckles until looking at this pic and now they are screaming-hello- just in time for church tomorrow... thanks guys. not. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0AbkQToqxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4_a1qqa9OdU/s1600-h/100_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0AbkQToqxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4_a1qqa9OdU/s320/100_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422364261020642066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6218479809885160638?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6218479809885160638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6218479809885160638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6218479809885160638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6218479809885160638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-for-little-baby-benson.html' title=''/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/S0Abjt2uf9I/AAAAAAAAAVA/g_s1A_6m0xs/s72-c/Photo_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-742948181980007713</id><published>2009-12-27T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:05:41.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm juli.&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm somewhat of a spaz.&lt;br /&gt;that's my mug. nice and big.&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering---&lt;br /&gt;the whole 3 people who read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving out. again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss this little place called home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited to meet cute boys.&lt;br /&gt;oh geeez.&lt;br /&gt;i will be hosting waffle nights at my apt.&lt;br /&gt;i hate waffles.&lt;br /&gt;but boys love waffles and i love boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have truly enjoyed christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;awwh. so nice and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;actually i have worked 9-6 everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but i come home and relax.&lt;br /&gt;these are my new yoga pants/slipper. I heart them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzhjGIKU0eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/35xzs2DQ2N0/s1600-h/100_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzhjGIKU0eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/35xzs2DQ2N0/s320/100_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420191108461548002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s kinda nast but I have worn them the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;yup that's what i call christmas break folks.&lt;br /&gt;plan on wearing them all next week too. ha.&lt;br /&gt;joking.&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grades are posted. I am proud to announce i survived anatomy and microbiology.&lt;br /&gt;not to toot my own horn or anything but i did pretty awesome. uvu has the hardest anatomy class in the state. yup i rocked it. actually it sucked- and pretty much killed me. but i still have my scholarship woot. that's all that matters. my study buddy in that class got a d+. poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next semester&lt;br /&gt;a. zumba (i really am enrolled in this one)&lt;br /&gt;b. yoga (hope to enroll. probably so i can wear my new yoga pants)&lt;br /&gt;c. weight lifting (if i get called as ward chorister, i have to enroll. work off the relief society flab)&lt;br /&gt;d. tennis (some day i'll play at wimbledon)&lt;br /&gt;e. golf (i know the coach on a first name basis and he loves me)&lt;br /&gt;f. watermedia (art class)&lt;br /&gt;g. women's literature interdisciplinary seminar&lt;br /&gt;h. institute (feel the spirit. meet cute boys. duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so maybe this semester will be a waste of time- but i deserve a break.&lt;br /&gt;and if i go on a mission who cares what i take right?! i have a year and a half to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a camera for christmas. so i'll probably be posting more pics than novels. woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-742948181980007713?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/742948181980007713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=742948181980007713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/742948181980007713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/742948181980007713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzhjGIKU0eI/AAAAAAAAAUU/35xzs2DQ2N0/s72-c/100_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-157587151546367095</id><published>2009-12-13T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:50:29.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals</title><content type='html'>here i sit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; tylenol later.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; finals&lt;/span&gt;. i have &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt; motivation.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried&lt;/span&gt; to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt; on friday to see 2 little girls that bring me more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; york peppermint patties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  and even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sprite zero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can't wait&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-157587151546367095?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/157587151546367095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=157587151546367095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/157587151546367095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/157587151546367095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals.html' title='finals'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2924532635181596523</id><published>2009-12-06T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:23:41.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=2a07e6e323&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12567c9fe76e2532&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 314px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=2a07e6e323&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12567c9fe76e2532&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;zw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the Christmas party. I made Kali and I's costumes.&lt;br /&gt;I look kinda like a Lamanite. Someone told me I looked like pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I should be doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is plagued with other things....&lt;br /&gt;stuff I want to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was rough.&lt;br /&gt;1. i hate the doctor&lt;br /&gt;2. school is stress&lt;br /&gt;3. no sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. mother out of town&lt;br /&gt;5. end of semester (excuse my french) crappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I get homesick. if you know what I mean. sometimes my spirit decides it is sick of all the junk in this world and just wants to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I feel weirdish inside. Like I should be doing something but I don't know what. sometimes I like someone. but know I can't. and I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I nickname people. this one kid I nicknamed Jasper off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Holiday&lt;/span&gt;, because sometimes I feel like I am just his convenience. but I am kinda sick of having my emotions drug through the mud. I need to just break the ties. seriously. but he's kinda my bestie so it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just need a hug and a diet sprite and a piece of fruity gum. like right now.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I want to go on a mission. other times I don't.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in a panic about stupid things. usually it's dreaming about anatomy or microbiology. but a couple nights ago I woke up and guess what... ok well first off I am in no hurry to get married- I love just dating whoever the heck I want and being able to flirt with whoever I please (which is quite fun I must say). Anyways I woke up in a panic that when I die and get to judgment day (having died single) that I wouldn't be able to go to the highest degree of the Celestial Kingdom because I had my chance to marry (you know who...ok maybe you don't. but someone a while ago asked the pops if he could marry me...) and I didn't.  In institute we were talking about how every woman that doesn't get a chance to marry will have the opportunity after this life. Yeah um... I have already had my opportunity. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is absolutely 100% random. and I am just letting my fingers type whatever the heck they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the boy situation. in the past like yearish I have dated 3 RMs who went to australia and like 4 who want to be lawyers. then at work this boy told me he wanted to set me up with one of his mish companions who just got accepted into Harvard. he scored in the 99th percentile on the LSAT so he got to choose pretty much whatever school he wanted. pretty sure I am either going to marry a. an ausie or b. a lawyer I hope I marry an ausie lawyer. mmm lassie. pretty sure I want to go out with this harvard mass of goodness. I wouldn't mind moving back east. oh and one more thing- sometimes I have a crush on this kid- he is younger than me (not by much though) he's just turned 20 I think. anyways he gets his mission call this week. why is it that you only like the ones you know you can't have?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys. boys. boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2924532635181596523?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2924532635181596523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2924532635181596523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2924532635181596523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2924532635181596523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-should-be-doing-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-7808444567415019423</id><published>2009-12-02T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:03:59.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things.</title><content type='html'>2 things.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confession&lt;/span&gt;. Today I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saved a life&lt;/span&gt;. aka donated blood. but honestly just for the t-shirt. bad I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This was one of the happiest/most exciting moments of my life. I think I am ready to do another. 26.2 that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxdhtEvTJAI/AAAAAAAAATo/nxGOCg4ZKf4/s1600-h/P1020844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxdhtEvTJAI/AAAAAAAAATo/nxGOCg4ZKf4/s320/P1020844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410900904303076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-7808444567415019423?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/7808444567415019423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=7808444567415019423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7808444567415019423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7808444567415019423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-things.html' title='2 things.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxdhtEvTJAI/AAAAAAAAATo/nxGOCg4ZKf4/s72-c/P1020844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6790475927957229550</id><published>2009-11-28T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:08:15.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>little indians and black friday war wounds</title><content type='html'>We went up to Bountiful for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; hostess. She is always so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was super fun to see all the fam.&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving I reflected a lot about what was going on in my life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 year ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have come a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long way&lt;/span&gt;. It was rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rewarding&lt;/span&gt; to reflect on the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I am still confused as to where time went though.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to see what&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2010 &lt;/span&gt;will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDLBxIeNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ixs19hiCuaM/s1600/P1030104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDLBxIeNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ixs19hiCuaM/s320/P1030104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389590413342930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kali, Cambri, Kiana, Cerese, Me, and Esme.&lt;br /&gt;Kali and I made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sugar cone teepees&lt;/span&gt; with the little kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDKz-vJuI/AAAAAAAAATI/UVVCJFv8JRk/s1600/P1030101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDKz-vJuI/AAAAAAAAATI/UVVCJFv8JRk/s320/P1030101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389586712307426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Baby Esme.&lt;br /&gt;Oh she is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cutest little thing&lt;/span&gt; ever.&lt;br /&gt;I would ask her, "Who is your favorite?" she would then say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULI&lt;/span&gt;" then I would give her a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skittle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She learned quick! &lt;/span&gt;I could just kidnap this sweet, cuddly, little gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDKFZ8gAI/AAAAAAAAATA/89HY-egU_dU/s1600/P1030099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDKFZ8gAI/AAAAAAAAATA/89HY-egU_dU/s320/P1030099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389574209961986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddo's with their teepees. hoorah for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair black and wore moccasins to Thanksgiving. like an indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;speaking of Indians... I could just kiss Jacob Black. oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Black Friday+ The Summers family= too early, too aggressive, lots of laughs, fun, and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have anything that I was really looking to buy. But--- my ma wanted to buy some of the $2 dvds.  So, I went to help out- t&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he more hands grabbing, the more dvds we would get&lt;/span&gt;- was her theory. Kali, Dad, Mom, Preston and I all left at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:00&lt;/span&gt; to shop our little hearts out. I'm not a particularly vicious person but... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black friday&lt;/span&gt; might be &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a small exception&lt;/span&gt;. As we were in there pushing our way through-  I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(only $2!)&lt;/span&gt; and wanted it really bad. I grabbed it and pretty soon this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;75+ year old little lady&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snatched it out of my hand&lt;/span&gt;. No joke. I turned around- and gash... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elbow right in the ribs&lt;/span&gt;- some overly antsy middle-aged man ran me over reaching for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tinkerbell and The Lost Treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Grasping my ribs, catching my breath, and regaining composure, I reach over to grab my dvd back from the frisky little 75+ year old lady and yup&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; she ran the corner of her cart right into my leg&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIHMB_hokI/AAAAAAAAATY/qP9G299Fe5U/s1600/P1030110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIHMB_hokI/AAAAAAAAATY/qP9G299Fe5U/s320/P1030110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409394005700092482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much bigger bruise in real life&lt;/span&gt;. take my word for it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got away&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dvd&lt;/span&gt; I might add. But no worries I got another one. Anyways the story isn't over yet! We ended up behind her in line, she turned her little back and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yoodle yoodle yoink&lt;/span&gt;- I stole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S I love you &lt;/span&gt;right out of her cart! haha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I win&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIHMc4g4yI/AAAAAAAAATg/FByVHqfCTT4/s1600/P1030111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIHMc4g4yI/AAAAAAAAATg/FByVHqfCTT4/s320/P1030111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409394012918440738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another bruise on my other leg (please excuse the horrible photos). My mother shoved me through the crowd. thanks ma. yay for Black Friday war wounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh geez. That was all a lie... ok just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Really I have no idea where those bruises came from.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even get to go shopping this year because I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though I wake up everyday with new bruises (sometimes they are huge).&lt;br /&gt;If I were married, people would think I was abused.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just a klutz. yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6790475927957229550?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6790475927957229550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6790475927957229550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6790475927957229550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6790475927957229550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-indians-and-black-friday-war.html' title='little indians and black friday war wounds'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SxIDLBxIeNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ixs19hiCuaM/s72-c/P1030104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-1137714135226819848</id><published>2009-11-24T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:32:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>break.</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Time- please go slow this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;filled with goodness beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;skipped class.&lt;br /&gt;spent too long at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;made thanksgiving cards.&lt;br /&gt;almost burned down the house.&lt;br /&gt;read twilight.&lt;br /&gt;laid by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;read twilight.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about going back to school gives me anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;is it too late to drop out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-1137714135226819848?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/1137714135226819848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=1137714135226819848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1137714135226819848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1137714135226819848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/11/break.html' title='break.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2239392734210056945</id><published>2009-11-22T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:53:52.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to be thankful for.</title><content type='html'>Today- I sincerely feel like I have so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to list the things I have been thinking about and some are serious, some are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am so thankful first of all for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/span&gt;... haha this list is going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;--Let me explain. He has motivated me to do ab work every night. and he's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;*I am so thankful for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, hard working, talented, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt;, caring, loving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt;. who loves me even when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't rinse out my oatmeal bowl&lt;/span&gt; and put it in the dishwasher. who's tender touch and warm hug can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; calm&lt;/span&gt; even during the toughest days.&lt;br /&gt;*I am so thankful for a patient, protective &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt;. bishop. chaueffer. I hate driving with a passion. we carpool. and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long talks&lt;/span&gt; we have nearly every morning and evening to and from school. he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listens &lt;/span&gt;to me cry. knows when to offer advice and when to just listen.  he's a mind reader- for real. thanks for the hundreds- literally, hundreds- of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessings &lt;/span&gt;you give me.&lt;br /&gt;*I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous sisters,&lt;/span&gt; a protective and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving brother&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing brothers-in-law&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love my sisters&lt;/span&gt; and treat them well, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;precious little nieces.&lt;/span&gt; and of course little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skidmore thomas brown&lt;/span&gt;-- on the way.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing leaders&lt;/span&gt; in the church, especially during young womens- they are still such an example to me.&lt;br /&gt;* With time I have become increasingly grateful for the hard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trials&lt;/span&gt; and continuous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;battles&lt;/span&gt; in my life. They have truly brought me closer to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Savior&lt;/span&gt;, and taught me how to rely on him rather than myself.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good health&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful I can go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;run and run and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spaceheaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful job&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful I sweat like a man. it makes me feel good after I work out.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;diet sprite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful amazing women- elderly and young- in the ward.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cute boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for the small and simple things that make me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; priesthood&lt;/span&gt;. and boys who honor it. it means so much.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful I am&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; not a pioneer&lt;/span&gt;. I would have died the first night.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;christmas music&lt;/span&gt;- literally makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful good literature.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flight benefits&lt;/span&gt;. and the many places I have been fortunate to visit. even if only for a day.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;President Monson&lt;/span&gt;. most amazing man. I want to meet him. if I were within feet of him I would run up and give him a hug. then probably get taken down by his security guards. but seriously don't you just want to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prayer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* I am so thankful&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; anatomy is almost over&lt;/span&gt;. I am so sick of dreaming about forgetting whether the jugular foramen is part of the sphenoid bone or occipital bone. or even better waking up sweating because I have forgotten where the extensor carpi radialis longus muscle inserts or originates.&lt;br /&gt;* I am thankful for so many more things. I will probably add to this list over the week.&lt;br /&gt;* Right now I am just thankful that I only have class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two days of school&lt;/span&gt; this week. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoorah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2239392734210056945?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2239392734210056945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2239392734210056945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2239392734210056945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2239392734210056945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='so much to be thankful for.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-9042819180746400847</id><published>2009-11-11T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:29:04.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unknown</title><content type='html'>No work today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Veterans Day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PTO&lt;/span&gt;. whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I hate the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; unknown/un-decided-ness &lt;/span&gt;of college age life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fail out&lt;/span&gt; of college this semester.&lt;br /&gt;My sleepness nights of studying may or may not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lose my scholarship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not have just eaten &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; flippin fattening pumpkin cookies.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not have a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt; on this kid.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not have have just written that.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not become a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nurse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not become an&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; illustrator&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not go on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not go to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; next semester.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not move to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not have time to buy a cardigan and sew a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peacock &lt;/span&gt;on it.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not work in Alaska in this summer.&lt;br /&gt;I may or may not do a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; century &lt;/span&gt;(100 long long miles) bike race.&lt;br /&gt;---- see what i mean way too many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un-freakin-knowns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did ya'll survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s don't tell me to be patient. I don't want to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;I have to make plans... Why? because this is how I live my life -----------&gt;I might cry if I lost my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franklin Covey Day Planner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvtVsmlQ1_I/AAAAAAAAASw/rM4vXwO4uBU/s1600-h/Photo_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvtVsmlQ1_I/AAAAAAAAASw/rM4vXwO4uBU/s320/Photo_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403006402720487410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s.s my post came off kind of ornery. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I promisio. just a little indecisive about things that's all.&lt;br /&gt;and I needed to vent-ish just a weebit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-9042819180746400847?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/9042819180746400847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=9042819180746400847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/9042819180746400847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/9042819180746400847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/11/unknown.html' title='the unknown'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvtVsmlQ1_I/AAAAAAAAASw/rM4vXwO4uBU/s72-c/Photo_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3139872103187113243</id><published>2009-11-08T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T08:16:34.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in vegas...</title><content type='html'>Ah. I have so much stuff to blog about... this might be the longest post of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.  I have to admit the background is kinda weirdish- but actually super cool/retro at the same time, however that works.&lt;br /&gt;It was titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French Flea market&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I chose it because&lt;br /&gt;A. I want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be french&lt;/span&gt;. or at least speak it.&lt;br /&gt;B. I want to go to France. maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live there&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;C. I l&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ove flea markets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just l&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ove this kid&lt;/span&gt;. I'll miss her when I move out.&lt;br /&gt;A couple Sunday's ago I was in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "the dungeon"&lt;/span&gt; (dad's studio).&lt;br /&gt;It's where I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;. coldest room in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Kali came in.&lt;br /&gt;yup, that was the end of studying.&lt;br /&gt;We made like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 music videos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are out of control...&lt;br /&gt;I think she is probably the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nancy Sinatra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3369f6102f828b02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3369f6102f828b02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331660501%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2181FE471DD4B5F29E14EE4F22A8AB6D0269291.4A4EB1B86BF2DCC3DC24FC51A2DBD07BC45FDCF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3369f6102f828b02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOVbwaVJ1VrKmCgIpu354aIS5jzI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3369f6102f828b02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331660501%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2181FE471DD4B5F29E14EE4F22A8AB6D0269291.4A4EB1B86BF2DCC3DC24FC51A2DBD07BC45FDCF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3369f6102f828b02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOVbwaVJ1VrKmCgIpu354aIS5jzI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry, Cody (Terry's mish companion), and I ran the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow Canyon 1/2 marathon&lt;/span&gt; in St. George this past weekend.  It was the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful/amazing &lt;/span&gt;run I have ever done!  Terry and I finished in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 hour 47 minutes&lt;/span&gt; which is an average 8:14 min/mile. I was happy considering we didn't even train for it.  After the race we spontaneously drove to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;. whoo whoo. not gonna lie I felt a little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rebellious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never bring my camera anywhere... I am awful. I need a new one so bad because I love pics. Anyways Terry brought his camera--&gt; so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cody, Terry, and I after the race. note the sweet medals.&lt;br /&gt;oh and see my number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1235&lt;/span&gt; that's my teller number at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a coincidence&lt;/span&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/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svekn4z_k7I/AAAAAAAAASA/UNSc7UDh_n8/s1600-h/CIMG2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svekn4z_k7I/AAAAAAAAASA/UNSc7UDh_n8/s320/CIMG2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967283226514354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry and I. Running buddies.&lt;br /&gt;we go every morning at 5:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;3 it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvekoW2-kZI/AAAAAAAAASI/U0EY2vDNWE8/s1600-h/CIMG2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvekoW2-kZI/AAAAAAAAASI/U0EY2vDNWE8/s320/CIMG2041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967291292094866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ate at Planet Hollywood buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate buffets&lt;/span&gt;. The things you do for boys...&lt;br /&gt;It cost us each $30- I probably ate $5 worth of food.&lt;br /&gt;That money could have bought me a cardi.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. It was fun---&lt;br /&gt;not worth the greens. just worth the company. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvekneOrgqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jAa2hnLaLgg/s1600-h/CIMG2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SvekneOrgqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jAa2hnLaLgg/s320/CIMG2044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401967276090688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elvis&lt;/span&gt; impersonator and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svep2L-3RhI/AAAAAAAAASY/lKFtTJC5y9Y/s1600-h/CIMG2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svep2L-3RhI/AAAAAAAAASY/lKFtTJC5y9Y/s320/CIMG2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973026448688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and threw pennies in the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; made wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we watched the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;water show&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that was my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fave part&lt;/span&gt; of vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svep1x0KSvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C-_SCAwP1jY/s1600-h/CIMG2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svep1x0KSvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C-_SCAwP1jY/s320/CIMG2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401973019424475890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bellagio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svg_qTu9gHI/AAAAAAAAASg/fCq4e_8OkD8/s1600-h/CIMG2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svg_qTu9gHI/AAAAAAAAASg/fCq4e_8OkD8/s320/CIMG2049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137749115207794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svg_qjroDCI/AAAAAAAAASo/SHKqgukqDw4/s1600-h/CIMG2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svg_qjroDCI/AAAAAAAAASo/SHKqgukqDw4/s320/CIMG2051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402137753396186146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last 45 minutes of the long. long. long. drive home we found a radio station playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RED ALERT&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christmas Music!&lt;/span&gt; I love love love love love Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;It is so magical.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they started playing Christmas music on Nov 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope, they don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been waiting very anxiously for this day.&lt;br /&gt;I love that everyone is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; during this season.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing secret service for other people.&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stories&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traditions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not driving in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fireplace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;non-fat sugar-free hazelnut steamers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I love that everyone tries to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little more Christlike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the mo-tab christmas concert so. so. so. so. so. so. bad.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I can find tickets because we couldn't get them this year :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- life is great.&lt;br /&gt;not gunnah lie sometimes it's super hard-&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and hurts.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Church is true&lt;/span&gt; and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3139872103187113243?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3139872103187113243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3139872103187113243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3139872103187113243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3139872103187113243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What happens in vegas...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Svekn4z_k7I/AAAAAAAAASA/UNSc7UDh_n8/s72-c/CIMG2039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6121816759595207075</id><published>2009-10-27T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:38:52.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and my bestie are running a half marathon next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;In St. George.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't trained. &lt;br /&gt;He hasn't either. &lt;br /&gt;It will be great.&lt;br /&gt;That means no sugar.&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose like 5 lbs. &lt;br /&gt;Then I can run faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... &lt;br /&gt;Dad came and "tucked me in" tonight.&lt;br /&gt;He told me if I was a little more loving I would enjoy life more. &lt;br /&gt;He said I should hug more. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try this. &lt;br /&gt;So if we are walking down the street and I barely know you, but give you a hug... &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be more loving. &lt;br /&gt;Why not, right. &lt;br /&gt;People are so into themselves lately. &lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good old days when people would give you the shirt off their back, or the shoes off their feet?&lt;br /&gt;This is my vow to be a kinder person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s no nursing letter yet.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s I registered for classes- consists of a. phsyiology b. drawing c. painting &lt;br /&gt;d. water media and techniques (aka watercolor). perfect-o schedule.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s can someone please just tell me a life plan. pretty please. thanks. mission? nursing? moving? work? artist/writer/business? boys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6121816759595207075?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6121816759595207075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6121816759595207075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6121816759595207075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6121816759595207075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-and-my-bestie-are-running-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6524711304939271915</id><published>2009-10-23T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:18:12.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just thoughts</title><content type='html'>I finally got my new cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;It is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very well deserved purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So---&lt;br /&gt;I love getting the mail. &lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Other than going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I get married and have my own mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;My husband better not like getting the mail-&lt;br /&gt;or there will be a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for the nursing acceptance/denial letter-&lt;br /&gt;hasn't come. &lt;br /&gt;and it probably won't until the end of November.&lt;br /&gt;Today when I got the mail I decided that...&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss in the rain, like in The Notebook. &lt;br /&gt;Love that movie. I love the smell of the rain. &lt;br /&gt;I want it to rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to register for classes on monday- yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I am registering for art classes, and maybe a literature class.  &lt;br /&gt;and a couple PE class- I just want a cake semester. &lt;br /&gt;my brain will never recover after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the weekend and a new cardigan. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6524711304939271915?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6524711304939271915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6524711304939271915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6524711304939271915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6524711304939271915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-thoughts.html' title='just thoughts'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-1681018286622550584</id><published>2009-10-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:23:22.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B</title><content type='html'>If I don't get into the nursing program I am going to be a New York artist/librarian/writer. Wouldn't that be totally awesome. I am kind of second guessing myself about nursing lately, maybe because I don't know if I will get in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-1681018286622550584?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/1681018286622550584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=1681018286622550584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1681018286622550584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1681018286622550584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/10/plan-b.html' title='Plan B'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-7228996088251549524</id><published>2009-10-17T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:05:51.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amayazhing</title><content type='html'>today i read this blog. it was long. it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;my posts are always long. and probably boring.&lt;br /&gt;so let me get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication-&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard. when it should be so easy.&lt;br /&gt;Just say it. simple right? psh- yeah&lt;br /&gt;not with boys. just people in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission-&lt;br /&gt;Is it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing-&lt;br /&gt;might not get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC-&lt;br /&gt;want to go. calling my name- loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys----&gt; save for a longer post.&lt;br /&gt;but- no interest in the boy in the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget-&lt;br /&gt;now in place. hate it. need a new cardigan real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StqfLa2nEHI/AAAAAAAAARg/ySCmmCdi8ZM/s1600-h/913747_020_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StqfLa2nEHI/AAAAAAAAARg/ySCmmCdi8ZM/s320/913747_020_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393798522265342066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am going to ask santa for this one. so cute. anthropologie. never been there.&lt;br /&gt;someone come with me. see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  heart nordys cardigans. this is on sale only $25. someone should buy it for me. see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StqdueUS8HI/AAAAAAAAARA/CdE8svV0__g/s1600-h/_5781490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StqdueUS8HI/AAAAAAAAARA/CdE8svV0__g/s320/_5781490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393796925467324530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little puppy just went 50% off at nordys.&lt;br /&gt;see below.&lt;br /&gt;yup totally making a trip there.&lt;br /&gt; i don't just want it.&lt;br /&gt;i need it. &lt;heart&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/heart&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Stqg5UonGeI/AAAAAAAAARw/1QJi66BASLc/s1600-h/_5877959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Stqg5UonGeI/AAAAAAAAARw/1QJi66BASLc/s320/_5877959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393800410381621730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate-&lt;br /&gt;not eating anymore. until halloween at least.&lt;br /&gt;or sugar at all as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running-&lt;br /&gt;my personal heroine. addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-&lt;br /&gt;A. hug me B. Diet Sprite C. death D. all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;heart&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church-&lt;br /&gt;peace. love it. the only thing keeping me chugging through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate short posts. makes me sound like a brat.&lt;br /&gt;and I can't explain myself. and it's not even short. ha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/heart&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-7228996088251549524?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/7228996088251549524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=7228996088251549524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7228996088251549524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7228996088251549524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/10/amayazhing.html' title='amayazhing'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StqfLa2nEHI/AAAAAAAAARg/ySCmmCdi8ZM/s72-c/913747_020_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8047826285617677</id><published>2009-10-10T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:13:04.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame-o title</title><content type='html'>I never know what to title my posts...haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- I feel like I have so much to blog about but at the same time nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StFULSydhMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rdp8Fw7upbc/s1600-h/P1020932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StFULSydhMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rdp8Fw7upbc/s320/P1020932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391182781937976514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this little kid- she is like my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I could just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hug her&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snuggle her&lt;/span&gt; all day.  She is so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.  Today I asked her, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alayna- what should I be for halloween?&lt;/span&gt;" She didn't even have to think she immediately responded, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a treat!&lt;/span&gt;" I started laughing and she said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sucker&lt;/span&gt;." So for halloween &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I might just be a sucker&lt;/span&gt;... haha. Tonight Steph and the Cobster came over and my new favorite thing to do with her is to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she gets so excited&lt;/span&gt; and can pretty much recite it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad and Kal are going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt; this weekend :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to go&lt;/span&gt; really, really, really, really bad. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school sucks&lt;/span&gt; and I have to stay home- even though it's fall break, because I need to get caught up.  I want to see little &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moira and Madeline&lt;/span&gt; so so bad.  Next weekend I will be absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;home alone&lt;/span&gt; because Preston is going to Disneyland.  PARTY! haha not really- but hopefully people can do stuff or I will just be a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nerdlet&lt;/span&gt; that has to do homework all by my lonesome.  I think I might put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the mom's" birds&lt;/span&gt; on KSL because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will not&lt;/span&gt; be feeding/watering them, the first time I hear a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;squawk&lt;/span&gt; they are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; out&lt;/span&gt;... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- we all know that pretty much I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy crazy&lt;/span&gt;. yikes. You know that Colbie Caillat song that goes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;/span&gt;..." it has totally been stuck in my head probably because I think I really like this kid- and we go out, and I want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiss his face &lt;/span&gt;(haven't yet), and he makes me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;, and he makes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laugh&lt;/span&gt;, and whenever I see him my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; kind of jumps, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when he touches the back of my arm my stomach flips&lt;/span&gt;, and sometimes I don't think clearly and say &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;.. I guess that's what happens when your just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little twitterpated&lt;/span&gt;. But there is just one slight &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;problem&lt;/span&gt;----&gt; I don't really know what he thinks about me- he keeps calling back so?? whatever that means.  To0 bad it's not like in Junior High when you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell your friend&lt;/span&gt; you like a boy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she tells his friend&lt;/span&gt; to tell him, and if he likes you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he tells his friend&lt;/span&gt;, who tells your friend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who tells you&lt;/span&gt;... One day when I create worlds of my own not only will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;York Peppermint Pattys grow on trees&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls will be able to read minds&lt;/span&gt;.  Wouldn't that make life so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt;? maybe not- but in this situation it totally would!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8047826285617677?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8047826285617677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8047826285617677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8047826285617677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8047826285617677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame-o-title.html' title='lame-o title'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/StFULSydhMI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rdp8Fw7upbc/s72-c/P1020932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3487490664047209490</id><published>2009-10-04T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:34:41.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conference.</title><content type='html'>Wasn't conference just wonderful! I wish every weekend was conference weekend. There is such an amazing spirit and rejuvenation that fills my heart and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have so much to work on! But I feel like I have kind of a new outlook on life. I love President Monson. I want to start a warm fuzzy jar. All the speakers were amazing, I feel like it was just for me, and I can't wait for the Ensign to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I turned in my nursing application--- yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get in. pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't then I will most likely go on a mission, which would be freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new crush. whoo whoo. oh geez,&lt;br /&gt;it's bad. I can't really focus on school&lt;br /&gt;and I don't get much homework done on the weekends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my grades are submitted for the nursing program...&lt;br /&gt;all I have to do is pass microbiology and anatomy with a C.&lt;br /&gt;I better not lose my scholarship this semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3487490664047209490?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3487490664047209490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3487490664047209490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3487490664047209490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3487490664047209490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/10/conference.html' title='conference.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6699087685907016594</id><published>2009-09-30T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:48:20.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmer Summers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;Grandpa Summers!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt; so much even though I never knew you.&lt;br /&gt;If he were still here I know we would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best buds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coolest experience&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I know that one day I will be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hug him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talk to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like we did before any of us came here.&lt;br /&gt;I was named after him. juli &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;summer &lt;/span&gt;stewart&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt a close &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;connection&lt;/span&gt; to him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helping me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watching over me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;, I can't wait to see you again. I love you! Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6699087685907016594?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6699087685907016594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6699087685907016594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6699087685907016594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6699087685907016594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/elmer-summers.html' title='Elmer Summers'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4009271706629703513</id><published>2009-09-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:15:22.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College life-</title><content type='html'>My life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so good &lt;/span&gt;though-&lt;br /&gt;Lately it has consisted of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anatomy lectures&lt;br /&gt;one too many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anatomy studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cadaver &lt;/span&gt;labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;haunted forest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anatomy cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; BYU football game... ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naps in the car&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;BYU&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; law library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;making music videos.&lt;br /&gt;creepy stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anatomy tests.&lt;br /&gt;and probably one of the best weekends evv'ah.&lt;br /&gt;p.s it consisted of absolutely no homework.&lt;br /&gt;ahh what is my life coming to? I should be doing homework, or sleeping or something...&lt;br /&gt;but a little twitterpated 16 year old is texting her life away to the latest "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and since I sleep in the room directly below hers I will be hearing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bzzzz, bzzzz &lt;/span&gt;of her cell phone all night long. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah um. that's about it.  Details to come later!? haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohh... and p.s.s thanks everyone for commenting! I don't really know why it said that I had to review comments before they were published, I must have accidently hit a filter or something because yes I am technologically  retarded.  But it isn't like that anymore I fixed it... whoo whoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4009271706629703513?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4009271706629703513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4009271706629703513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4009271706629703513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4009271706629703513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/college-life.html' title='College life-'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8927828704538955529</id><published>2009-09-20T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:51:35.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>----</title><content type='html'>woot for weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I live for them&lt;br /&gt;I crave them&lt;br /&gt;they go way too fast&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Pool Party with the t-face.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Secret crush came to the bank. ps I literally gasped with excitement when he drove up. if it wasn't for the window between us I would have kissed his face. Speaking of kissing... about 5 minutes later this 33 year old single man asked me if I had kissed anyone since the braces came off.  I told him no. He pretty much told me he'd kiss me but it would be weird since we're at the bank. ha creepster. Ate at PeiWei fave food of all time. Bought 2 way cute shirts for a grand total of $6.28 that's right folks I am a bargain shopper.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I got to shake this man's hand. Amazing. The Church is True. ps L. Tom Perry is totally awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gapages.com/perrylt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.gapages.com/perrylt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking. hmm. i'm almost 21. maybe i'll go on a mish? cool yes. lifechanging absolutely. hard- most definitely. rewarding- beyond comprehension. If I get into the nursing program I am going to have a tough decision to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mormonshare.com/sites/default/files/images/missionary-tag-blank2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.mormonshare.com/sites/default/files/images/missionary-tag-blank2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HELP!? advice, suggestions, comments, needed and much appreciated. even if you're a blog stalker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8927828704538955529?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8927828704538955529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8927828704538955529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8927828704538955529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8927828704538955529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='----'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4271077378425977641</id><published>2009-09-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:46:54.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>RED ALERT. haha I say that a ton lately, who knows what it really means.  Anyways I am at school and should totally be reading microbiology homework, BUT on the way to school I totally had an epiphany... I am an awful journal writer so I would much rather blog about it.  So here goes nothing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your Father made you this beautiful, wonderful, absolutely amazing gift and it could be all yours if you just SAY you'll take this test.  So we all agree and get this gift! whoo whoo. But guess what while taking the test you forget what's important, you get distracted and all of a sudden  you hate the gift, so you do horrible things to it.  What a brat. right? How would that make your Father feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with awfulness. We have been given wonderful bodies and red alert most girls hate this gift.  But why? Most of us are blessed enough to sing, run, dance, frolick, skip, jump, smile, wink, climb, swim, bike, shimmy or whatever the heck we want... so from this day on no more gift hating for any of you reading this and myself included. satan is so freaking jealous he didn't get one that he does just about everything he can to make us hate ours.  Well guess what satan, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. off to class. kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4271077378425977641?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4271077378425977641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4271077378425977641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4271077378425977641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4271077378425977641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8636378963579267131</id><published>2009-09-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:00:57.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>First of all... apologies for the last post.  I am really not a dramatic person, it was kind of an impulsive post. I'm not really leaving Utah, it really is a good place to live (for now anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped this freaking hard WWII honor seminar so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is so good&lt;/span&gt;! I finally have a little (very little) time to breathe, think, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt;, eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we all remember what we were doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 years ago&lt;/span&gt; today.  As I drove in the pitch black to my freaking &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7:00 anatomy lab &lt;/span&gt;this morning, I was listening to the radio and they did a moment of silence at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:46 &lt;/span&gt;(that is when the first plane hit).  It was really neat.  I remember that day in 7th grade biology class gathered around the t.v. This was the first time I realized that everyday is literally a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;gift from the Giver&lt;/span&gt;.  I promised myself that day that I wouldn't take anything for granted especially my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;.  I wish I could say that I lived up to that promise but I haven't.  It is so easy to take people and relationships for granted.  But each year on this day I am reminded to treat people a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kinder&lt;/span&gt;, speak a little more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gentle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; a little more, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt; more often, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give generously&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; others selflessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Stephani's Birthday... whoo whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;- you are so freaking old.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Steph is seriously the most&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thoughtful&lt;/span&gt; person I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a chance to call her today because work/school... then she was on a date with the Cobe-ster and I didn't want to interupt.  I just wanted to tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for...&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;second mother&lt;/span&gt; (seriously, I am not being facetious)&lt;br /&gt;Letting me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run away&lt;/span&gt; to your house (and not telling mom/dad), giving me a place to stay&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dvice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the fashion expert!&lt;br /&gt;All the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what not to wear&lt;/span&gt; marathons&lt;br /&gt;Being my personal &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chemistry and calculus tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cutest little girl &lt;/span&gt;(and teaching her jew-ah) and the bun in the oven!&lt;br /&gt;The hours and hours of shopping/bonding&lt;br /&gt;Letting me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tag along&lt;/span&gt; with all your friends (when you were in HS)&lt;br /&gt;Drying my tears,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sympathizing&lt;/span&gt;, offering advice,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me how rude it is to push the snooze 50 times when others are asleep (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Serving a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mission &lt;/span&gt;(you are incredible!)&lt;br /&gt;Showing me what a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true testimony&lt;/span&gt; is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supporting&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;Fixing dinner for me when nobody is home&lt;br /&gt;Understanding that I hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonanza &lt;/span&gt;(with a passion)&lt;br /&gt;Putting up with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loving me unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, you are amazing! I hope that one day I am a wonderful wife/mother like you are.  You are such an example to me. I know that I haven't always been the kindest person, thanks for loving me anyways and understanding.  I love you so much! Happy Birthday. woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a ton of pictures on my comp... but anyways, other than being totally amazing she is so freaking cute and stylish I might add (Coby is one lucky man!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sqsua4B26NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mIFRhAFfRjA/s1600-h/P1020901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sqsua4B26NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mIFRhAFfRjA/s320/P1020901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445219075844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SqsuaJ-TlOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sjdJLpR9sS4/s1600-h/P1020848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SqsuaJ-TlOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sjdJLpR9sS4/s320/P1020848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380445206712915170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sqsv0LiujvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OOotOnbthb8/s1600-h/PICT0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sqsv0LiujvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OOotOnbthb8/s320/PICT0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380446753322340082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love ya Steph! Hope you had a fantabulous day. &lt;3 your fave sistah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8636378963579267131?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8636378963579267131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8636378963579267131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8636378963579267131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8636378963579267131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sqsua4B26NI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mIFRhAFfRjA/s72-c/P1020901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-7533062052507372295</id><published>2009-09-07T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:04:56.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Today I ran.&lt;br /&gt;                      studied.&lt;br /&gt;                                 went on a bike ride with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;                                                 jumped on the tramp with a beautiful little 2 year old&lt;br /&gt;                                                            discussed the amazing structure of bones with a freaking genius&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       skipped rocks&lt;br /&gt;                                               got paid time off&lt;br /&gt;    it was a seemingly perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;                        Then I cried. about a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;                 It sort of felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New York City &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Do you ever just want to get away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to be a downer or anything but... maybe Utah's just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ps. I do not believe I am a nerd anymore.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;dad said i wasn't, "nerds are socially awkward."&lt;br /&gt;And I am not.&lt;br /&gt;also, "you can do well in school without being a nerd."&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&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/3928454420144708106-7533062052507372295?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/7533062052507372295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=7533062052507372295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7533062052507372295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7533062052507372295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6110560882052287924</id><published>2009-09-04T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:46:41.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend- whoo whoo!</title><content type='html'>Juli gets stressed really easy. &lt;br /&gt;This is kind of common knowledge to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it keeps life edgy right... haha.  This semester just might be the semester I die of a bleeding ulcer (not really but my mom thinks so).  Anyways I really do enjoy going to school- I love feeling like I am learning tons of new things, it makes me realize how much I don't know!  But anyways I am so excited that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fall is coming&lt;/span&gt;.  I love when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leaves change colors&lt;/span&gt;. I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wearing cute cardigans&lt;/span&gt;.  I love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; running anytime of the day&lt;/span&gt; I want because it's not way hot or way cold outside. I am so excited this weekend is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days long&lt;/span&gt;. whoo whoo.  I totally want to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utah Lake&lt;/span&gt; (I HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE!), people say there's not much to see but I still want to go.  While I am there, I totally want to just take my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoes off&lt;/span&gt;, roll up my pants and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chase seagulls&lt;/span&gt;, ducks, geese, or whatever flying things there are by Utah Lake.  Then maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skip rocks&lt;/span&gt;, and just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frolick&lt;/span&gt; around like I have no cares.  Doesn't that sound fun? Ok maybe I'm weird but I need a little mind free-er or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I have been thinking. and I want to do a little shout out- so here goes nothin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #1 goes to the brother.  Thanks for taking me to subway. It was a good bonder.  You are pretty hilarious.  Your future wife will be very lucky to have such a loving, kind, thoughtful husband who truly honors his priesthood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #2 goes to baby Moira. Baby's are so cute, fresh, innocent, perfect. Thanks little Moira for letting me smother you, and I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #3 goes to someone we'll just call "hank" to protect his identity.  He is an engaged man now, but I wanted to tell him thanks for teaching me so much about life.  He is one of the happiest, most thoughtful people I know.  He probably doesn't read this but if you do, sorry for being a brat, and thanks for putting up with me for quite sometime.  Thanks again "hank" and congrats on the engagement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #4 goes to book publishers?  thanks for nearly emptying my bank account with the high cost of textbooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #5 goes to slow drivers on the freeway (in the left lane aka fast lane).  Thanks for teaching me a little bit about patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #6 goes to the coworkers.  I absolutely love my job.  I am so grateful that I work with way fun people.  Thanks for always listening to my dilemmas/stories/drama and giving me killer advice. or just laughing at/with me. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #7 goes to my institute teacher.  um can I just say amazing.  Thanks for teaching me about the saints in nauvoo (I'm taking church history) and how they literally risked their lives to attend the temple.  It struck me hard. real hard. so- shout out to the saints in nauvoo as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #8 goes to the mother. well- I have a lot to say about her. but she deserves a whole post to herself so just one thing... Thanks for not kicking me out of the house because I burnt the popcorn kernels and stunk up your clean, pinesol-ish smelling, house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out #9 goes to the sistahs.  yup I have the best.  Steph- thanks for always commenting on my blog. haha. no really though you are so thoughtful!  I love when you guys come down!  Thanks for letting me "runaway" to your house on numerous occasions and not telling mom or dad haha. Tif- thanks for letting me come visit you and I love the phone calls!  You are so cute and spastic.  Thanks for all the advice you consistently share with me.  Kali- oh hun. thanks for being like the best friend or somethin' you are so amazing.  The boys just love ya (not more than I do though).  And thanks for all the memories: being chased by dogs, rolling down grass hills, hannah montana, car washes, dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. I always write a ton. I didn't list a ton of people so... don't be offended if your name isn't on here and you think it should be... haha, I probably love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6110560882052287924?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6110560882052287924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6110560882052287924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6110560882052287924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6110560882052287924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-weekend-whoo-whoo.html' title='Long weekend- whoo whoo!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4479351525800274833</id><published>2009-08-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:15:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>I survived week 1 of school. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that fall semester has started when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes 15 whopping minutes to get off I-15 onto university parkway (or avenue? whatever it's called)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ibprofen and Excederin is taken like vitamins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back throbs (too many books) and head pounds (too much information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to work is a break (and I look forward to it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A random boy says, "We should study" and it's a pickup line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After being in class all day and your microbiology teacher tells you the only way to get rid of the Mad Cow virus is to "burn the hell out of it," and you laugh uncontrollably because it's the funniest thing I've heard all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your circle of friends has literally shrunk to the people you see everyday in the library (and don't even know their names... just face!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have forgotten if you have eaten, what time it is, what day of the week it is... (today I even forgot it was payday!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the library starts to feel homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you get way excited about an Anatomy Coloring Book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get what I call, hunger heartburn.  When you have been studying way to long at the school and haven't eaten (very common, especially during midterms/finals), your heart starts to cramp/burn really bad and then it feels like someone is stabbing you in the side with a sword and you can't even breathe (not even kidding. anyone else felt this but me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but definitely not least... you know fall semester has started if you can survive on an average of 4 hrs sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4479351525800274833?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4479351525800274833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4479351525800274833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4479351525800274833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4479351525800274833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2025712134514531145</id><published>2009-08-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:45:53.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th</title><content type='html'>This week pops turned the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big 5-0.&lt;/span&gt; whoo whoo! I have the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; best dad in the world&lt;/span&gt; so this post is dedicated to him! First of all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Dad, I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGkKGeQPoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PONqhNqN42c/s1600-h/P1020884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGkKGeQPoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PONqhNqN42c/s320/P1020884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373256323872865922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not going to lie I am probably dad's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite child&lt;/span&gt;, or at least I tell him I am. Mom says it's because I am the only kid that looks like her... Really he doesn't play favorites but I am so happy I have such a close relationship with him.  I just wanted to tell dad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks for everything&lt;/span&gt;! He is truly my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt; and I look up to him probably more than he'll ever realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20 mile&lt;/span&gt; running partner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of our late, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; night talks and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; early &lt;/span&gt;morning gym excursions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always being so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;willing&lt;/span&gt; to give me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt; whenever I need it or ask for one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kick your students out&lt;/span&gt; of your office so we can talk (and letting me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sit in your chair)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encouraging&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supporting&lt;/span&gt; me in absolutely everthing I do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending countless hours in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MET&lt;/span&gt; and other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art museums&lt;/span&gt; with me and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bonding&lt;/span&gt; and soaking it all in.  And of course teaching me about "good art"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numberless&lt;/span&gt; papers you have &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;proofread&lt;/span&gt; and proofread and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;proofread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staying up&lt;/span&gt; with me super late so I didn't have to stay up by myself while I do homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walks&lt;/span&gt; with me when I need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clear my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting me use your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;space heater&lt;/span&gt; at work (and letting me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sleep under your desk&lt;/span&gt; between classes when I have had one too many late nights/early mornings)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your testimony&lt;/span&gt; with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching me about the scriptures/gospel.  (I love when we do the deep discussions! You know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so much about the gospel&lt;/span&gt; and I absolutely love when we discuss it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used book stores&lt;/span&gt; with me and spending &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hours,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always knowing when I need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drying my tears &lt;/span&gt;when I'm having a rough day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Driving me&lt;/span&gt; to school/work when I just can't handle the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bad weather&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to me on the phone so I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wig out&lt;/span&gt; during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush hour&lt;/span&gt; traffic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;foosball &lt;/span&gt;partner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching me to play &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pool&lt;/span&gt; (even if I am your handicap)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working so hard &lt;/span&gt;in everything you do to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;provide&lt;/span&gt; for the family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paint&lt;/span&gt; my room super cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is so many more things I could write but if I'm not careful this blog post may turn into a novel... But I wanted to write one last thing: Thanks so much for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always being there&lt;/span&gt; for me when I need someone to just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen to me&lt;/span&gt;, especially during the hardest trials in my life and helping me to put things back into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pops- you are so old&lt;/span&gt;! Wowser, 1/2 way to 100. Anyways&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you so much &lt;/span&gt;and I hope that you out-live me because I don't know what I would ever do without you and mom.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; (I know I'm blogging about it late, but hey better late than never).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGkKnQsyDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/w-hsgvTKsRQ/s1600-h/P1020920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGkKnQsyDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/w-hsgvTKsRQ/s320/P1020920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373256332674385970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week Tif and Josh blessed cute little Moira. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love this picture &lt;/span&gt;of Dad, Kali, Moira, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGlb-4RBcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Qo1ab5JCQVU/s1600-h/P1020904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGlb-4RBcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Qo1ab5JCQVU/s320/P1020904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373257730583758274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; all the girls are! Why wasn't I in this picture? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGlbZgU5mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7cpX7z-FbN0/s1600-h/P1020921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGlbZgU5mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/7cpX7z-FbN0/s320/P1020921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373257720551237218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love holding little Moira,&lt;/span&gt; she is such a good baby! I like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hog&lt;/span&gt; her.  When she grows up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I will be her favorite aunt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;school starts&lt;/span&gt;... so I will be doing a lot of this -----&gt; and not a lot of blogging or anything else as a matter of fact.  I am not ready to say good bye to summer.  I guess I am a little excited to get back into a structured/routine life but totally sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGlcYGQQWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bMVtP2T-j3k/s1600-h/P1020284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGlcYGQQWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/bMVtP2T-j3k/s320/P1020284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373257737353314658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture is kind of bad so if you can't tell what it is of, it's of mom and I.  I am sitting on the couch (I look oh so happy... haha) with a blanket (i'm always cold) with my backpack, laptop, textbooks, and a notebook studying my brain out.  goodbye freedom, hello fall semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2025712134514531145?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2025712134514531145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2025712134514531145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2025712134514531145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2025712134514531145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-50th.html' title='Happy 50th'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SpGkKGeQPoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PONqhNqN42c/s72-c/P1020884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4219716053290864521</id><published>2009-08-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:49:05.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>in a town called blogville, there was a girl.  She loved blogging about whatever the heck she wanted to! Then one day she blogged about this cute boy. Then the boy some how got the blog address and now the girl will no longer be blogging about whatever the heck she wants... ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story- maybe this girl should think about what she writes before releasing it to blogville. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... anyways I am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time travelers wife &lt;/span&gt;because the movie just came out (whoo whoo) and looks so good.  I haven't really heard good things about the book, but I heard that the movie is way good.  If you have seen the movie: a- is it good or b- wait until the $1 theater? and if you have read the book is it worth my time? I have a lot of things to do before school starts and if this book is stupid I don't want to waste my time on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4219716053290864521?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4219716053290864521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4219716053290864521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4219716053290864521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4219716053290864521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2109095459117943646</id><published>2009-08-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:06:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted...</title><content type='html'>I need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;running partner&lt;/span&gt;! Desperately bad... I went running with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terry&lt;/span&gt;- and it was super fun, but I did the invite last time so if he wants to come with me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah um&lt;/span&gt; he should call right? I don't really want to appear desperate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not,&lt;/span&gt; in case you were wondering.  Anyways so this is my new idea- I am going to start a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dog running business&lt;/span&gt;.  If you know of someone who doesn't have time to walk their dog I will totally do it! Requirements: Will let me pick up their dog at 6:00 am or 9:00 pm (those are the times I like to run).  The dog has to be able to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fight off any potential rape-ists, kidnappers etc.&lt;/span&gt;  The dog has to be at least able to run&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6 miles&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe just like 4.  Preferably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;large dogs&lt;/span&gt; (small dogs are too slow).  I will run your dog 5 days a week and only charge $40/month that is dang flippin cheap so let your friends know! I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not even kidding- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who will go running with me then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that works even better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and p.s I am running a marathon in Athens, Greece in November woot woot! Isn't that the coolest thing ever?  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2109095459117943646?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2109095459117943646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2109095459117943646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2109095459117943646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2109095459117943646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanted.html' title='Wanted...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8907473722332904341</id><published>2009-08-09T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:49:35.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love this commercial- p.s I don't even like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Vines&lt;/span&gt; but if a cute boy offered one to me... um yah I'd probably eat it.  I don't know why I like it so much, I just do - anyways enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYOQ5Xsgr24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYOQ5Xsgr24&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8907473722332904341?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8907473722332904341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8907473722332904341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8907473722332904341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8907473722332904341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/08/commercial.html' title='Commercial'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2202158523322821994</id><published>2009-08-07T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:22:43.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to nerd-hood</title><content type='html'>I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;... everyone knows it.  I have my braces off but I am still a nerd at heart. Sometimes I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;socially awkward &lt;/span&gt;(I think most people are but just can't admit it).  I would rather go see my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; than hang out with friends on weekends.  My psychology teacher told me (no joke), "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is hard for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mormon nerds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." umm... yeah apparently got the double whammy on that one.  I like being a nerd- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nerds make the world go round&lt;/span&gt;.  I like riding my bike to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; to rent old movies.  I love writing in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Franklin Covey day planner&lt;/span&gt;.  I love making 'to do' lists and crossing things off. it makes me feel successful. I love watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food network&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love when I have a book that is so good I literally forget about everything else and can't put it down&lt;/span&gt;.  I love sitting at the UVU library and studying for hours, in my own little corner, then the next day acing the test. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;.  I love getting the highest score in the class (a little prideful I know but what can I say). p.s that's only happened a couple times. I've thought a lot about this whole nerd thing... I think it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; skips generations&lt;/span&gt;, and it must be a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; recessive gene&lt;/span&gt;.  My parents are both very socialiable, as a matter of fact so are all of my siblings. Then there's me... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yikes&lt;/span&gt;. I just hope that my kids don't get the nerd genes (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Stewart elbows&lt;/span&gt;), because here I sit on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;studying for finals&lt;/span&gt;... Please tell me there are other nerdy people like me, I need nerdy friends to relate too... kthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2202158523322821994?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2202158523322821994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2202158523322821994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2202158523322821994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2202158523322821994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/08/tribute-to-nerd-hood.html' title='A tribute to nerd-hood'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-5304341037352773971</id><published>2009-07-30T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:03:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day!</title><content type='html'>I finally got the braces off! woot- no more 14 years old braceface for me! maybe I'll get the first kiss soon? hopefully ay. yup still VL crazy sauce. what can I say for myself? absolutely nothing other than I wanted to save it for prince charming- haha. I got a new haircut too but this isn't it. I was going to take a pic but it's 1:30 am and I don't look so perky.  So more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs157.snc1/5880_128825780780_580845780_3623897_2375995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 452px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs157.snc1/5880_128825780780_580845780_3623897_2375995_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is some pictures from the marathon... we have better ones than this website but I haven't uploaded them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is at about mile 16.  It was right after I saw my whole family! They are truly the best and I couldn't have done it without their support. I was feeling pretty good at this point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtaBKKgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TFvemaPV2yY/s1600-h/00221-03-0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtaBKKgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TFvemaPV2yY/s320/00221-03-0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157372183489026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at I think like mile 21 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQy7HvMwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bL0wXcHpbzc/s1600-h/00221-41-2839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQy7HvMwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bL0wXcHpbzc/s320/00221-41-2839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157466968797954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was at about mile 25 I was really stuggling to finish because it was so hot and I was very ready to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQbQTj97I/AAAAAAAAAOk/fPEE_zOor58/s1600-h/00221-01-2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQbQTj97I/AAAAAAAAAOk/fPEE_zOor58/s320/00221-01-2486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157060338677682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am probably only a 1/2 mile later totally dying... haha. I don't look so happy to be running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtiGfnqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kVAv09N16Lc/s1600-h/00221-41-2838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtiGfnqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/kVAv09N16Lc/s320/00221-41-2838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157374353350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ran part of the parade route which was my absolute favorite part of the race! The spectators were amazing... they just cheered and cheered! Little kids were standing in lines with the hands out to give high fives and some squirted us with squirt guns (boy was I grateful!).  I almost started bawling.  I think this pic was right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtVVVw8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/h_8vTcnBqQc/s1600-h/00221-09-2804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtVVVw8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/h_8vTcnBqQc/s320/00221-09-2804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157370925958082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally the end of the race! It felt so good to finish-  I wanted to raise my arms above my head a whoop or hollar but yeah I was kind of weak and it took all my strength to raise my hands above my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQbfpBmhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/n9eRa3mVh-s/s1600-h/00221-01-2487-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQbfpBmhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/n9eRa3mVh-s/s320/00221-01-2487-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157064455232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQb0x9SII/AAAAAAAAAO0/9aGl--ZB1Bo/s1600-h/00221-01-2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQb0x9SII/AAAAAAAAAO0/9aGl--ZB1Bo/s320/00221-01-2490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157070129842306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a really good experience and I am so glad I did.  It taught me a lot about mental toughness.  I really feel like I can achieve anything I put my mind too.  I am trying to talk the fam into running one with me next year but we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love not having my braces, I truly can't stop smiling!  Oh and one more thing Kali is going on her first date this weekend!!! woot! and I get to come along- we are doubling to the heber stampede (like the rodeo). It will be so fun I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-5304341037352773971?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/5304341037352773971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=5304341037352773971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5304341037352773971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5304341037352773971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh happy day!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SnFQtaBKKgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TFvemaPV2yY/s72-c/00221-03-0611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-6358147972169745472</id><published>2009-07-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:57:03.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Future Husband,</title><content type='html'>Now would be a good time to find me... you see I get my braces off in exactly 5 days and 11 hrs and 22 minutes and a haircut in 6 days 10 hrs and 19 minutes.  So in other words start lookin' for me because I am done waiting for you- unless of course you would like me to go on a mission (I totally wouldn't mind!).  I am sick and tired of lamespice dates and the creepiness/awkwardness of the singles ward.  I know that you are a nerd but it's ok, I am one too. I hope you like branflakes (no milk) and yogurt mixed together for breakfast (or oatmeal w/splenda) and that you don't get annoyed that I count out my pretzles and measure what I eat.  I hope you only eat a six inch subway sandwich (oven roasted chicken breast on wheat) because if not we won't be able to split a $5 footlong.  I hope you like to run because I need a running partner desperately bad.  Let's go swing at the park and then go fishing.  There is a stampede up in Heber next weekend (like the rodeo) and I want to go really bad... want to come? Anyways I have so much more I would like to write to you but I need to go to bed so just remember who you are and what you stand for- haha I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love- Juli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-6358147972169745472?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/6358147972169745472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=6358147972169745472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6358147972169745472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/6358147972169745472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-future-husband.html' title='Dear Future Husband,'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-7688233092451294889</id><published>2009-07-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:23:05.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I can, I think I can, I think I can?</title><content type='html'>I run the Deseret News Marathon in SLC in 4 days... yikes. I am super excited and kinda nervous at the same time! I bought this little guy to help me- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nform.ca/images/ipod_shuffle_green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 221px;" src="http://nform.ca/images/ipod_shuffle_green.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best investments I've ever made, and I have a cute new outfit to wear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I have blonde roots... want to know why.  I have more embarassing and clumsy moments than any person I know! No Joke.  So the other day I got in the car after my night class got over and turned the lights on and none of them on the inside of the car turned on.  I couldn't see my radio, clock, speedometer, anything- pitch black inside.  So I called the Toyota dealership to set up an appointment to get it looked at (since it's still under warranty).  So yeah um... totally embarassing- I guess I had just turned the little dimming knob all the way down.  When I went to get my car back you have to sign the paper work and I read it over... they wrote down exactly the problem I had told them, then for the diagnosis it said something to the effect of the owner is just dumb and didn't know how to work the lights but we showed her how, the lights weren't really defective...  Yup I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really really cute boy spoke in my home ward today with the high councilman- yeah pretty much I want to hook it up with him... He just got home from the mish. Perfect- then I can mold him how I want him while he's still fresh and somewhat after mission weirdy.  I need to find someone to set me up with him mwah ah ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/124057/marathon-10k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 350px;" src="http://assets.sbnation.com/assets/124057/marathon-10k.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little adventure will be on my mind the next couple days... (the marathon of course- not the boy).  I am really excited to run with a ton of other people.  If you know of any really good tips/advice please PLEASE comment because I want to hear all the trick of the trade.  If I'm not dead next week at this time I'll post some picks of the marathon. woot.  I think when I cross the finish line I'll be bawling because mom will be- I have the cutest mom, she's more nervous/stressed/worried than I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-7688233092451294889?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/7688233092451294889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=7688233092451294889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7688233092451294889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/7688233092451294889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can-i-think-i.html' title='I think I can, I think I can, I think I can?'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8771776428641409415</id><published>2009-07-09T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:55:54.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little ketch n' up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So last time I posted I was so flippin' excited to get the braces off- and well here's the story.  I was so excited to go to the orthdontist I didn't even really sleep.  I keep having these dreams I get my braces off and my teeth are so cute I just can't stop smiling.  So I get to the ortho and the assistant looks at my chart and says, "oh you might get your braces off today."  My heart totally leapt and I was so excited... Long story short the doc came and looked at my braces and asked "Do you wear you rubber bands?"  what a dumb question! of course I do. At night I even double them... needless to say----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2CUg5KmI/AAAAAAAAANs/0nYHrHKxOhg/s320/P1020677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356668957786450530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup---still a braceface.  He said, "give me one more month." When he laid me back tears totally started streaming down my face. I think on my record there is probably a warning that says, "Beware- emotional..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I have been so busy lately! But I just wanted to do a shout out first of all to the mother.  She is so flipping cute have you seen her?!P.S she is so talented, kind, loving, empathetic, generous... I could make a huge long list but she is such a cute little quilter I hope when I "grow-up" I am the best mom ever- like she is.  I think I'm pretty lucky I am the only kid that looks like her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2CsuTYGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AQsaRp-VM8I/s1600-h/P1020675.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2CsuTYGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AQsaRp-VM8I/s320/P1020675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356668964285145186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Alayna is pretty hilarious- I just had to add this picture in because she calls me "Jole" because mom does.  Anyways she always says "No- Jole,"  I crawled under the quilting frames with her and made her a "'Layna taco." She loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2B7CB0gI/AAAAAAAAANk/Joc_TCGPa2Q/s1600-h/P1020670.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2B7CB0gI/AAAAAAAAANk/Joc_TCGPa2Q/s320/P1020670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356668950946107906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2BqXChaI/AAAAAAAAANc/p_01NNryWQ0/s1600-h/P1020668.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2BqXChaI/AAAAAAAAANc/p_01NNryWQ0/s320/P1020668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356668946470831522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heart Harry Potter.  Not going to lie- sometimes I wish I was a wizard.  I would totally be on the Quidditch team.  I am reading these freaking addicting books right now which is so bad, I always have homework or studying to do but can't put these stupid books down.  woot for the movie coming out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla1at7kn8I/AAAAAAAAANU/1oQ7ZEoiDG4/s1600-h/P1020680.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla1at7kn8I/AAAAAAAAANU/1oQ7ZEoiDG4/s320/P1020680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356668277414469570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best story for last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla0ihkaC1I/AAAAAAAAANM/gRvwNv-9iYA/s1600-h/P1020371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla0ihkaC1I/AAAAAAAAANM/gRvwNv-9iYA/s320/P1020371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356667312023407442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so let me just say I have the best dad in the world... I am totally his favorite child- listen to this.  I am running a marathon on July 24th so today I had to run 18 miles.  Well, it gets really hot really early lately so I had to get up at 4:30 so I didn't die of heat stroke.  Mom and Dad weren't really happy I would be running so early by myself so... Dad totally got up at 4:30 and rode my scooter alongside me!  It was so nice, he would ride ahead and when I needed a drink he would hand it to me while I kept running then he would ride by me and pick it up.  He would break off pieces of my power bar and hand them to me too.  He is amazing!  I hope that one day I find a man that is as amazing as my dad (which could be hard, so I might not ever get married :( haha jk). It was so nice to have him because I usually run by myself.  Thanks pops- love ya.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well- we're off to seattle tomorrow to visit tif and josh! woot- and we are going to a mariners game!!! wahoo.  I can't even wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I get my braces off July 28th... can't wait. This time it's real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8771776428641409415?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8771776428641409415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8771776428641409415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8771776428641409415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8771776428641409415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-little-ketch-n-up.html' title='Just a little ketch n&apos; up'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sla2CUg5KmI/AAAAAAAAANs/0nYHrHKxOhg/s72-c/P1020677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2575512786850183850</id><published>2009-06-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:14:19.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*&lt;3*</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog but... I don't really have anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on a blind date with someone way cute- and I want to fall in love and live happily ever after... why? because not going to lie, kind of sick of the dating game. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am applying for the nursing program soon- shock?! YES. hopefully I get in, it's the hardest program to get into at UVU (it's the best in the state, along with BYU). pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my earplugs- they help me keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving out in 2 months- with the cutest girl I have ever met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little puppies (the braces) are coming off in 10 days. {ok I have an orthodontist appointment in 10 days but I am going to beg him to take them off and if he doesn't I'll probably cry, I have been counting down for this appointment forevah!} If you think i'm joking about the crying part i'm not. I cried when I got them on and I'll probably cry harder if he won't take them off, and I will probably shed a few tears of joy when they come off.  The second I get them off I am going to make out with the first hot boy I see... haha. not really but- maybe. I am sick of being a nerdy 15 year old. Even my grandma told me braces were nerdy. I don't really no what's wrong with my neck in the picture it's kind of creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SjsNeyHZAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fROi8q2-OY0/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SjsNeyHZAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fROi8q2-OY0/s320/Photo+88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348883804932604306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to go for a bike ride, play tennis, baseball, croquet, boche, and run... so if you are reading this and want to do one of these things- probably give me a little jingle b/c nobody around here wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye- fern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh one more ?. Is donating plasma creepy because I need some extra money but don't want to get some kind of disease/bacteria. HELP me! loves &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2575512786850183850?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2575512786850183850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2575512786850183850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2575512786850183850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2575512786850183850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='*&lt;3*'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SjsNeyHZAZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fROi8q2-OY0/s72-c/Photo+88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2227310682034588544</id><published>2009-06-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:34:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishy washy wishing</title><content type='html'>Here is just a little wishy washy wasteful wishful wishing (because it's fun right?)&lt;br /&gt;I dream of working with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Duff,&lt;/span&gt; and being on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACE of Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;millions &lt;/span&gt;in my account (one day I will)&lt;br /&gt;I dream of speaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fluent french&lt;/span&gt; (it's so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;classy&lt;/span&gt;. and useful I might add)&lt;br /&gt;I dream of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; whatever I want and not caring&lt;br /&gt;I dream of waking up to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bff &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(my EO)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whispering sweet nothings in my ear&lt;br /&gt;I dream of walking through the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOMA&lt;/span&gt; and seeing my own&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; painting&lt;/span&gt; hanging on the wall&lt;br /&gt;I dream of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writing &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; piece of literature and getting it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;published&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of being on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PTA&lt;/span&gt; (haha)&lt;br /&gt;I dream of reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heckedy Peg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Bidgood in the Bathtub&lt;/span&gt; to my own chilies.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;york peppermint patties&lt;/span&gt; growing on trees&lt;br /&gt;I dream of running &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26.2 miles&lt;/span&gt; (We'll see if I can do 12 this saturday...)&lt;br /&gt;I dream of living in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; and going for evening &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sail boat rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of saving peoples lives&lt;br /&gt;I dream of having white hair- attending &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;book club&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water aerobics&lt;/span&gt;, and of course &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bowling leagues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough dreaming right? The list could go on and on. blah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLAH&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy right now and I'm content so no worries.  I have a lot to blog about- but i'm off to BED! so laytah- gatah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2227310682034588544?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2227310682034588544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2227310682034588544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2227310682034588544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2227310682034588544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishy-washy-wishing-and-little.html' title='Wishy washy wishing'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2243677021284229968</id><published>2009-05-28T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:17:24.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continued...</title><content type='html'>So usually I don't blog a lot... BUT, I had a little adventure today- and it kind of has to do with the post from yesterday. So yesterday I never got to the library because by the time I got to Nathan's mom the library was going to close in like 5 min. I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided I was going to ride my bike to the library to take the books bag. After dragging Preston out of bed to come with me we started our journey. He twisted his ankle a couple of days ago and it is still a little sore so I told mom to listen for her phone in case "Preston's ankle..." So we are practically to the library- and I am crossing the railroad tracks when CRASH, BANG, CRACK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9p9Z9OQ2I/AAAAAAAAALc/g1UVVRTGOSo/s1600-h/P1020549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9p9Z9OQ2I/AAAAAAAAALc/g1UVVRTGOSo/s320/P1020549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341104186745308002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm is pretty banged up, I don't really know if you can see it in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;Mom sprayed hydrogen peroxide on it, that stuff kills! I started crying and she had to blow on it for me (just like a little kid ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9qnBPouvI/AAAAAAAAALk/9cnO7JOczsw/s1600-h/P1020550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9qnBPouvI/AAAAAAAAALk/9cnO7JOczsw/s320/P1020550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341104901666159346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how I will be able to pull espresso shots tomorrow at work. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is being lame and won't upload my shoulder picture, but I scraped up my shoulder, chest and here is my knee it's all cut up and bruised (war wounds right?), I suck at photography so they aren't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9tZFtMttI/AAAAAAAAALs/yv4NSxMz1sE/s1600-h/P1020552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9tZFtMttI/AAAAAAAAALs/yv4NSxMz1sE/s320/P1020552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341107960880608978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sad thing is when I was falling instead of thinking "oh my gosh, I am going to die..." or "oh no, I'm not wearing a helmet..." or  even just "yikes, I am falling."  I totally thought  "oh my gosh, my bike, it can't get scratched."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I bought this really cute, sweet new trek bike for the summer. That's why I was so worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jacksbikes.com/contents/media/trek_72_fx_wsd_2009_navyblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.jacksbikes.com/contents/media/trek_72_fx_wsd_2009_navyblue.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike is fine (only a few scratches) and I am too.  But who is going to spray hydrogen peroxide, blow on my cuts, and kiss my "ow-ies" when I grow up? Sometimes I just need my mom- and no one else will really do the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/julistewart/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2243677021284229968?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2243677021284229968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2243677021284229968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2243677021284229968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2243677021284229968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/05/continued.html' title='continued...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/Sh9p9Z9OQ2I/AAAAAAAAALc/g1UVVRTGOSo/s72-c/P1020549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-1528819451476059021</id><published>2009-05-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:04:12.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little hopin' and a little prayin'</title><content type='html'>In a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; I will probably forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   * the man who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cut me off&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;  * the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;argument &lt;/span&gt;I had with my parents at dinner&lt;br /&gt;  * that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bit my canker sore&lt;/span&gt; really hard and it started bleeding... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * that it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad hair&lt;/span&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;*that no one helped me with closing stuff at work&lt;br /&gt;(so we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left late&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;  * and my nail polish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chipped&lt;/span&gt; right after I painted them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I probably &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't forget&lt;/span&gt; the little boy who changed my day around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning in my prayers I pray that I can make a difference in someone's life (mom does it. I thought it was a good idea so now I do it too.)  Anyways, I was on my way to the library to return a couple books when I saw a little boy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crash and burn&lt;/span&gt; really hard on his bike  (He's probably like 10 or so). I immediately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pulled over&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; across the street (he was bawling really hard), and lifted his bike off of him.  He had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;road rash &lt;/span&gt;all up his arm- luckily he was wearing a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;helmet&lt;/span&gt;.  After asking him if he was ok- I offered to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take him home&lt;/span&gt;... he said yes, I wheeled his bike to my car. Anyways to make a long story short- we both agreed it probably wasn't smart if he got in my car because I was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;, he couldn't get a hold of his mother so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I drove to his house&lt;/span&gt; and told his mom what had happened.  After a couple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Thank you-s" &lt;/span&gt;she went to get little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't blog this story to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toot my own horn&lt;/span&gt; or anything-&lt;br /&gt;but I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; at how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; my day turned around.&lt;br /&gt;They always say that when you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;think about others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I really understood that principle until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;for teaching me a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;service&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-1528819451476059021?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/1528819451476059021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=1528819451476059021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1528819451476059021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1528819451476059021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-hopin-and-little-prayin.html' title='A little hopin&apos; and a little prayin&apos;'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-751037590764722874</id><published>2009-05-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:12:43.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We "moo-ed" one too many times...</title><content type='html'>The funniest thing happened to Kali and I.  Tonight we went on a bike ride, it was super adventurous.  We went up to this steep grass hill and totally rolled down it like little girls then tried to run up it as fast as we could.  It was super hard and way funny- anyways we both had to pee really bad and we weren't very close to home and we wanted to stay at this place a little longer so we peed in this shed thing (it was a bathroom shed thing... it was super nasty.) Then Kali wanted to show me where her crush lived so we rode by this kids house, pretty soon it was getting way dark and our legs were kind of tired so we pulled over by this cow farm to take a little break. We walked over to the fence and I was like, "let's moo at these cows (they were all laying down) and see if we can get them up." so we started moo-ing really loud, over and over again.  All of a sudden one stands up- Kali and I were feeling pretty good about ourselves so we kept doing it. Then another stood up, and another. Before we knew it they were coming right at us and they were doing the snorts... YIKES! Then we heard this dog start barking and Kali said, "that dogs right there (pointing behind the blue silos)" I didn't believe her because I couldn't see it- "It's probably going to get the farmer..." I chuckled. Then we started getting on our bikes to ride away and Kali does just one more "moo." All of a sudden I see this sheep dog bolt out (if you haven't seen one of these dogs book it... they can haul) right at Kali- she totally starts screaming and takes off in a sprint up the road.  After kali sprints past me and the dog starts chasing me I start sprinting as well- it was so scary! I have never been so scared by a stupid little dog in all my life, looking back it's hilarious but I seriously thought that stupid thing was going to bite my leg off. I recorded the moo-ing on my cell phone so if I figure out how to get it off my phone i'll post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-751037590764722874?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/751037590764722874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=751037590764722874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/751037590764722874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/751037590764722874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-moo-ed-one-too-many-times.html' title='We &quot;moo-ed&quot; one too many times...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-5894636185555779350</id><published>2009-05-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:42:51.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out for the Summer</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I am a junior in college now... I am so old. The semester went super fast and I am sure that the summer will too.  Here are my plans for the summer- &lt;br /&gt;1. Paint&lt;br /&gt;2. Scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;3. Sew&lt;br /&gt;4. Tan&lt;br /&gt;5. Read/write&lt;br /&gt;6. Make a dress&lt;br /&gt;7. Flirt with cute boys&lt;br /&gt;8. Ride my new bike!&lt;br /&gt;9. Run&lt;br /&gt;10. Find another job (I started working at Nordstrom again... I hate it)&lt;br /&gt;11. Run more&lt;br /&gt;12. Play the piano&lt;br /&gt;13....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the list will continue but that's what I have so far.  I always just waste my summer away but this summer I am going to be productive! I like getting up early recently (weird I know) but I feel that I get so much more accomplished in the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking about all the weird quirkish things that I love- here are a couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1. I love french braiding my bangs (you know the indie braid, sideways...) it's so summery and cute! &lt;br /&gt;    2. I love Michael Buble- hopefully my husband will sing to me&lt;br /&gt;    3. I love mowing the lawn- &lt;br /&gt;    4. I love the smell of Good Earth (the health food store)&lt;br /&gt;    5. I love getting the mail&lt;br /&gt;    6. I love going to Costco&lt;br /&gt;    7. I love listening to Hannah Montana when I run.&lt;br /&gt;    8. I love giving suckers to kids at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;    9. I love getting in a scorching hot car.&lt;br /&gt;   10. I love thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;   11. I love tuesday nights. (it's biggest loser, me and mom are faithful watchers)&lt;br /&gt;   12. I love people watching&lt;br /&gt;   13. I love wearing cute underwear&lt;br /&gt;   14. I love that I sweat like a man (I seriously get the puddles, people think I work out super hard)&lt;br /&gt;   15. I love "no pants hour"&lt;br /&gt;   16. I love branflakes&lt;br /&gt;   17. I love snapping beans (haha- only when people do it with me)&lt;br /&gt;   18. I love feeling sore&lt;br /&gt;   19. I love pandora.com&lt;br /&gt;   20. I love sidewalk chalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-5894636185555779350?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/5894636185555779350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=5894636185555779350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5894636185555779350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/5894636185555779350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for the Summer'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3344807114555190793</id><published>2009-04-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:46:19.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>On facebook to change your status it says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's on your mind? &lt;/span&gt;But... I deactivated my account, it's kind of like a drug and I have been drug free for 4 days now- impressive I know. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's on your mind? &lt;/span&gt;I can't post it on facebook so here are just a couple things, haha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Homeless people&lt;/span&gt;: weird I know but in one of my classes we were talking about them the other day.  A homeless alcoholic Australian was interviewed and he said that the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was much worse than being poor.   I feel bad for homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braces: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am sick of being a nerdy, 14 year-old looking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20-year old&lt;/span&gt; with braces. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl + Braces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does not&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully only 1 or 2 more months or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;York Peppermint Patties&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I LOVE these guys and could probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; on them.  I haven't had one for probably like 2 years or something and they are my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;, favorite, favorite.  Mom bought them for me for Easter! I think in heaven they will grow on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brown Paper Sacks&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;For my creative writing class I made a book out of brown paper sacks because we are all kind of like brown paper sacks. Nobody knows what's inside of us: our thoughts, experiences, or knowledge and nobody can comprehend our unique potential.  We tend to make prejudgments of people by outward appearances which generally aren't accurate so we all kind of live a lie... I hand sewed this book and it's about all the lies, misconceptions, and myths we live (and tell kids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Furless Cats&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snakes&lt;/span&gt; are nasty.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish&lt;/span&gt; stink.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gerbils&lt;/span&gt; bite.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiders&lt;/span&gt; creep me out. I don't want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;.  My poor kids, what are they going to have as a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pet&lt;/span&gt;? a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;furless cat&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes they are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ugly &lt;/span&gt;but they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; shed and if you get it when it's just a kitten you can train it.  I want a furless cat. If I never get married I am going to move to NYC have 10 furless cats and feed them steaks. I'll take them on walks- like dogs and they'll be my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;RED ALERT (i've said that a lot lately)- it's almost summer and I am so excited!  I am going to run, read, bike, tan, swim, paint, sew, and run some more- all summer long.  I can't wait.  I need another job though, just part time, in the morning, 15 hours/week, if you hear of something please, PLEASE, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beards:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have started to notice a current trend- beards: 21-25 year old boys like growing beards.  Is it because they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; and don't want to shave or do they want to show their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manliness&lt;/span&gt;? probably both. I can't decide if it's cute or disgusting.  Depends on the man, depends on the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3344807114555190793?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3344807114555190793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3344807114555190793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3344807114555190793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3344807114555190793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2484424453916075304</id><published>2009-03-29T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:52:12.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday WEEK!</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the year instead of making tons of New Years Resolutions I just set one goal, to make this the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best year yet! &lt;/span&gt;I really think that so far it has- I have gone through a lot of really tough trials the past few years but I know it has just brought me closer to Christ.  Anyways enough of that... my birthday is in exactly 1 week. woot. I am going to be 20- yikes! I keep telling everyone it is going to be awful because that means 1/2 way to 40, but I am really actually kind of excited because when you are 19 it sounds pretty young but I think once you turn 20 and you are out of your teens people treat you like your an actual citizen, an adult.  Anyways along with being the best year yet I said that this was going to be the best week yet.  So, I am going to celebrate my birthday ALL WEEK LONG! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/30 Monday: Skip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Computer Graphic Applications&lt;/span&gt; class, yikes. I probably don't ever, ever, ever skip class but I feel a little rebellious so what the heck, it's my birthday so I am going to sleep in. That night I am either watching 24 with Dave or going to play raquetball with the fam for FHE, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/31 Tuesday: Donate Plasma... I know it is totally creepy but I think that it's a birthday present to myself.   I am going to go make an easy $35 while I lay and do homework (that helps me justify it...) then either save the money, put it towards my car payment, or what the heck go buy myself something I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/1 Wednesday: Paint my Nails, I never, ever paint my nails.  I should have cute hands for my birthday week right?! (and guess what, mom bought me a ring from Tiffany and Co. when we were in NYC for my birthday so I have to have cute nails too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/2 Thursday: Get a new cell phone, my phone has died a long time ago so I have been using this really old junky one.  My contract has been it's renewal stage for a while so I get a free phone upgrade, woot. I just haven't gotten around to getting it yet so it's going to be part of the birthday celebration. I have a night class on Thursdays so when I get home I am totally taking a hot bubble bath and reading whatever the heck I want (that means not homework or studying!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/3 Friday: I don't know why but I really don't like the weekends... weird, weird, weird, I know, I love sundays but I don't really like Saturday's, and Friday's especially.  I like living a strict schedule and quite honestly the weekends stress me out because I am not sure what I am going to do.  But I think I am going to just hang out, eat popcorn, watch The Notebook, or Pride and Prejudice, then play wii fit and Karaoke revolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/4 Saturday: General Conference! I love that my birthday is April 6th because it is always on Conference or right near it.  But before conference starts I am going to go donate plasma again... why? because the second time you do it, it is $40. I am a poor, poor college student so any extra money relieves a little stress.  ($75 in a week, that's pretty good I'd say, I know it's trashy but really I'm not, it's really quite a nice facility, I promise i'm not trashy...) Between sessions I am going to quilt! I have had a couple quilts I have needed to get done so I am so excited to quilt with Mom and Kali.  That night we go to Women's Night at Deseret Book or is that just during Oct. conference? I can't remember but I love, love, love Women's Night it is so fun to go out with just the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/5 Sunday: General Conference! I'm going to just totally bum around with the fam, wear my pj's all day, no makeup, write letters, missionaries letters, make cards etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6 Monday: THE BIG DAY! I really, really want to go to Disneyland, it's free admission on your birthday but I can't really see it happening. ha. After school and work I am going to probably just chill with the fam hopefully stephani and coby come over... hint, hint, I probably won't do any homework or anything (haha, sounds stupid but I think it will be fun and a little rebellious).  I really want to just play games (killer bunnies, kemps, snorta, foosball, nertz, etc.) and you get a free Hollywood video rental on your birthday so I am going to go get one... whatever movie I want.  Then I am going to eat a healthy choice chocolate bar, or a skinny cow to top off the day, because I am going to be skinny this summer so no cake for me... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways woot!~ for Birthdays ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2484424453916075304?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2484424453916075304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2484424453916075304' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2484424453916075304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2484424453916075304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday WEEK!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-4921894650590786990</id><published>2009-03-08T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:32:51.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 57% blonde... yikes</title><content type='html'>So this week I got called blonde more times than my whole life- sad, one of the reasons was because I locked my keys in the car at the gym at 5:00 in the morning, and a couple other things that are too embarrassing to share but I saw this thing and thought i would do it to see if I truly was blonde... only read it if you are super bored ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy and paste this in your notes section, then add or subtract x's to match you! Pass it on to all the blondes and potential blondes you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking. (yikes probably happens all the time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You have ran into a glass/screen door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks (like all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total= 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It IS possible to lick your elbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just tried to lick your elbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You just tried to sing them. (I am so dumb ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have seen the the Matrix and still don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You didn’t notice that in the last question “the” was spelled twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You just looked at it (oh gosh, ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Your hair is blonde/dirty blonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]People have called you slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far= 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes/cheek &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have caught yourself drooling. (oh yikes I drool all the time, dad calls me drooli juli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve fallen asleep in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If someone says “fart” you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far= 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You tell a story and forget what you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People are often shaking their heads and walking away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You are often told to use your “inside voice”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]You use your fingers to do simple math. (even though I passed the Calc II... I still use my fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far= 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]You have eaten a bug (while riding my scooter it flew in my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You are taking this test when you should be doing something important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand or pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total so far=17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sometimes post bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t even when you know it won’t happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You sometimes tilt your head when you are confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] You have fallen out of your chair before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X] When you’re laying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling (doesn't everyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times it by 3 then put " I am __% blonde" as the title&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-4921894650590786990?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/4921894650590786990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=4921894650590786990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4921894650590786990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/4921894650590786990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-57-blonde-yikes.html' title='I am 57% blonde... yikes'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-1754680399517839051</id><published>2009-02-16T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:03:09.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For mom's birthday we went to San Francisco it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1ayDhvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j2ZhT7f9ORI/s1600-h/n659415914_2620518_4941.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1ayDhvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j2ZhT7f9ORI/s320/n659415914_2620518_4941.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646986904504050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the Oakland temple, we saw it from BART's (kind of like a train) so the picture isn't very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1eiZzeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bnOu5hr7VX8/s1600-h/n659415914_2620517_448.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1eiZzeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bnOu5hr7VX8/s320/n659415914_2620517_448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646987912596962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Kali just being ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1WYpTPI/AAAAAAAAADw/yKb744-kwo8/s1600-h/n659415914_2620504_3045-1.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1WYpTPI/AAAAAAAAADw/yKb744-kwo8/s320/n659415914_2620504_3045-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646985724185842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Fisherman's Wharf there is this hat shop that we always stop in, LICE HEAVEN! My head literally itched for hours after we went in there. The hat says "kiss me" and has mistletoe above it.  I think I should have bought it ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1LrT1mI/AAAAAAAAADo/0Sp43VQtwC8/s1600-h/n659415914_2620463_1258.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1LrT1mI/AAAAAAAAADo/0Sp43VQtwC8/s320/n659415914_2620463_1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646982849680994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BFFs. (I love kali's dimple she is so gorgeous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW0-58s_I/AAAAAAAAADg/fUTcvtndAU4/s1600-h/n659415914_2620457_4093.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW0-58s_I/AAAAAAAAADg/fUTcvtndAU4/s320/n659415914_2620457_4093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646979421418482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Bubba Gumps for lunch and Preston told them it was mom's b-day.  They made her stand on her chair while everyone whooped and hollered at her while they sang.  They said she was turning 29... if only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWFtMFMmI/AAAAAAAAADY/J-gXAyHLUrM/s1600-h/n659415914_2620455_2192.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWFtMFMmI/AAAAAAAAADY/J-gXAyHLUrM/s320/n659415914_2620455_2192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646167211782754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are at Pier 39...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWFNutBdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_8TWAF4i-ZA/s1600-h/n659415914_2620448_7446-1.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWFNutBdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_8TWAF4i-ZA/s320/n659415914_2620448_7446-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646158767064530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were all of these really weird statues everywhere so me and Kali took pictures with them what else are they for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWEyDT5QI/AAAAAAAAADI/9uRSrU5p4Ms/s1600-h/n659415914_2620443_9567.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWEyDT5QI/AAAAAAAAADI/9uRSrU5p4Ms/s320/n659415914_2620443_9567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646151337305346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the reason we went to San Francisco, Mom wanted to go see the "Bush Man"... He is so funny he hides behind these bushes and when people walk by, he scares them. It is hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWEkShUlI/AAAAAAAAADA/3VYOY0bxnpo/s1600-h/n659415914_2620442_8468.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWEkShUlI/AAAAAAAAADA/3VYOY0bxnpo/s320/n659415914_2620442_8468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646147643003474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More freaky statues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWErqEEwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/owJdx0L_Nf8/s1600-h/n659415914_2620441_7304.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/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpWErqEEwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/owJdx0L_Nf8/s320/n659415914_2620441_7304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646149620798210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are on Fisherman's Wharf, we road the trolley down to the wharf, it was so cool we had never done that before (I didn't post a ton of pics because mom will, I didn't want to steal her thunder, so look at her blog). We had so much fun ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Except for one thing. I am notorious for losing things, I don't try to. seriously. but sure enough I was bound to lose something on this trip...I always do.  At work we got these really cool stainless steel water bottles to kind of advertise for our investment representative (I bought one almost exactly like it from Nordstrom for like $20, so yeah these were nice water bottles) I loved that thing so much, I literally carried it everywhere.  So sure enough we get off the plane (mom even says, "Juli, do you have everything..." and I do) and we go to the bathroom and yup I left it in the bathroom stall, on the toilet paper dispenser. The second we walk out of security I suddenly realize my most prized possession (for the moment anyways) is gone... forever. I almost started crying.  The week gets even better, on friday I am at school and I have my keys in my hand (on my key ring I have two keys both are to my car, don't ask me why but when the car salesman handed me the keys both were on one ring and I never took the other one off. BAD IDEA!), go to class, the keys are set on my desk then I go study and this thought comes to my mind... put your keys in your backpack, yup I ignored it a few minutes later same thing... but I once again ignore it.  When it's time to go to class I stand up my keys fall out of my lap, I don't realize and walk away.  After class I get in my backpack because I needed to go to my car and I realize my keys are gone. gulp. I retraced my steps but no luck, sure enough I start bawling uncontrollably, call dad out of class and make him come search because I can't even see from the tears blurring my vision.  I prayed so hard... we retraced my steps and I got the "remember where you put things/put things in the same place" lecture I hear almost every other day.  We went back to the place I was studying (for the second time) and I tell dad, "I was sitting right here... they're gone."  Then this kid looks over and asks, "are you looking for keys?"  I think I heard angels singing, he had turned them into the receptionist across the hall.  I was seriously being watched over, guided, helped, prompted... the whole nine yards! the church is true and I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-1754680399517839051?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/1754680399517839051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=1754680399517839051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1754680399517839051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/1754680399517839051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/02/san-fran.html' title='San Fran-'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SZpW1ayDhvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j2ZhT7f9ORI/s72-c/n659415914_2620518_4941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8279589871238038749</id><published>2009-01-18T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:53:47.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SXQiAMcsD-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NuHKTl9IM3s/s1600-h/n659415914_1585991_8115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SXQiAMcsD-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NuHKTl9IM3s/s400/n659415914_1585991_8115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292892848804073442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So lately I have just been like thinking about what I want to do with my life, who I want to be, what I want to become... blah, blah, blah the things every college student wonders about. Anyways today was Stake Conference and it was so good it was way refreshing and totally made me step back and look at life in a new perspective. One of the speakers was up talking and I was just taking notes when all of a sudden he stopped, naturally I looked up and there were all these people surrounding this little old lady in the front of the chapel.  I am not sure if she just passed out, had a heart attack or what not but all these men carried her out and drove her to the hospital (I later found out).  I am sure she just woke up today and came to Stake Conference not expecting something like this to happen.  Life is so fragile. Things can happen so fast.  I am so grateful for the amazing people I have met and the things each and every person has taught me. A lot of things that have happened recently have made me realize how precious the relationships we have with each person are. Stake Conference was so good for me- I love the Savior so much. I truly have the best family/friends and I am so grateful for all they do for me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SXQvLCNOYWI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGngxctl3I0/s1600-h/ist2_867672_happy_old_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SXQvLCNOYWI/AAAAAAAAACs/PGngxctl3I0/s400/ist2_867672_happy_old_couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292907328684581218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we were going to go up to Idaho and visit Grandma and Grandpa but Dad had a lot of Bishop stuff to do so we didn't. But anyways I absolutely love old people.  They are so sweet and wise.  I am so excited to grow old and have short white hair.  When I am old I am going to be on a bowling league, go to water aerobics, book club, shopping with my friends while my husband goes golfing and if I am going deaf I will just smile and nod when people talk to me... ha. I look up to the elderly so much, they have so many experiences and advice to give us younger generation if we just ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update on my life- I am still going to school and working at Mountain America Credit Union (which I love). Shockingly I am doing pretty good on my New Years Resolutions! I said that 2009 was going to be the best year yet and I really think it will be... ha. I just try to take each day at a time and live moment by moment (sometimes second by second), so I don't get stressed about things that aren't important.   I don't really have any serious love interests right now.  But I do love boys, seriously- I am way boy crazy.  Sometimes it seems like the only ones I want though are the ones I can't really have (no they aren't married... ha) but either they already have a girlfriend and that's why I like them, they are living like 2,000 miles away, or we only like each other when the other person doesn't (I like him when he doesn't like me and he likes me when I don't like him...). Oh well though I guess I am content with life right now, I am still young. When I was applying for the education program I totally freaked out wondering if it's really what I want to do. So I am taking some art classes, creative writing, finance, and some education classes. We'll see how life pans out after this semester. Maybe I'll just go to school the rest of my life, a professional student. When the time is right, I will figure something out.  Sorry this is super long... I guess I just started typing and before I knew it I had typed a freaking novel... hey maybe I'll be a writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8279589871238038749?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8279589871238038749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8279589871238038749' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8279589871238038749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8279589871238038749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/01/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SXQiAMcsD-I/AAAAAAAAACk/NuHKTl9IM3s/s72-c/n659415914_1585991_8115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-834239251453551619</id><published>2009-01-10T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:47:39.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>  I was tagged by my cousin Katie to fill out this "I have" list... so here goes nothin'. haha.  The bolded ones are the ones I have done.&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Started my own blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept under the stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played in a band &lt;/span&gt;(Yay for middle school awkwardness! I played Stephani's clarinet. it was cool to be in the band.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully I will go back someday!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a Meteor Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been to Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;(it's free on your birthday this year so I am totally going to go, MOM you in?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbed a Mountain&lt;/span&gt; (at 2:30 in the morning!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Held a Praying Mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Sang a solo (I don't sing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Bungee Jumped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Visited Paris &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Watched a lightening storm at sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Adopted a child (I think it would be way neat, some day I will!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Had food poisoning (I know for sure, but probably)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty (I have only stood at the base)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown your own vegetables &lt;/span&gt;(I pretty much man the garden at our house, haha. no really I always pick and snap the green beans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France (but I have seen so many famous paintings! Degas, Monet, Picasso, Van Gogh, Vermeer, Rembrandt... the list goes on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Slept over night on a train. (My mom and I once slept at Starbucks in the airport, that was an adventure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Hitch Hiked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you're not ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Built a snow fort and slept in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Held a lamb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping. &lt;/span&gt;(in broad daylight. yikes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Run a Marathon. (Just a 1/2... but this year I want to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Ridden a Gondola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Watched a total eclipse (I don't think I have been alive for one?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset &lt;/span&gt;(Both)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Hit a home run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Been on a cruise. (someday my husband will take me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Been to Niagara Falls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Visited the birthplaces of your ancestors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Seen Amish country. (there was a polygamist community by Cedar City though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. Had enough money to feel totally satisfied. (yeah right I am so poor it isn't even funny, I am a starving student, if you can answer yes to this please deposit some money into my bank account. I bank at Mountain America Credit Union... thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Seen the leaning Tower of Pisa in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone Rock Climbing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo's David.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sang Karaoke.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight &lt;/span&gt;(it wasn't with a boy though... bummer huh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (just the Empire State Building)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling. &lt;/span&gt;(I love snorkeling!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. Kissed in the rain. (I am still VL, and proud of it, one day though... ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played in the mud &lt;/span&gt;(I have eaten like a 5 inch worm too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone to a Drive-In Theater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been in a movie &lt;/span&gt;(my friends and I used to make movies all the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. Started a business (does a lemonade stand count?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited New York City &lt;/span&gt;( I love NY! Some day I will live there. I want to go to NYU)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;62. Gone Whale watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;63. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;64. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma. &lt;/span&gt;(I always pass out, but I have done it a couple times. I am so poor I am going to start donating plasma twice a week that gives me almost $200 a month, pathetic I know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;65. Gone skydiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp (I have been to the Anne Frank and Corrie Ten Boom house in Amsterdam and the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;67. Bounced a check &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial. &lt;/span&gt;(and all the other Washington D.C. sites, it was neat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;71. Eaten Caviar. (I can't even eat shrimp or fish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;72. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieced a quilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;73. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stood in Times Square &lt;/span&gt;(I LOVE NY!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;77. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken a bone. &lt;/span&gt;(arm, twice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;78. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle. &lt;/span&gt;(to see if I could hear Edward yell at me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;79. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person. &lt;/span&gt;(I don't really remember but I am sure we have gone there.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80. Published a book. (not yet, but I am going to be an author one day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;81. Visited the Vatican.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;82. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought a brand new car. &lt;/span&gt;(woot! I love my Yaris. I drove it off the lot with less than 5 mi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;84. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;85. Read the entire Bible. (I think I did for seminary but I think I skipped a lot of Isaiah and Revelations haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;86. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visited the White House. &lt;/span&gt;(Just outside though. We also went to the treasury where they make money which is super cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating. (never in a million years, I am borderline vegetarian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;88. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had Chicken Pox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;89. Saved Somebody's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90. Sat on a jury. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met someone famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;92. Joined a book club. (when I am old I will be in a book club, bowling league, go to water aerobics, and shopping all the time I am so excited! But right now I just don't have time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;93. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a loved one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;94. Had a baby. (let's hope not!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person. (umm... I wasn't even born)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake. (yuck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;98. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owned a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;99. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been stung by a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100. One cavity or less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was kind of fun. Anyone who has time totally do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-834239251453551619?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/834239251453551619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=834239251453551619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/834239251453551619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/834239251453551619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2840465262635486001</id><published>2008-12-06T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:53:23.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't live with 'em can't live without 'em</title><content type='html'>So I totally love my singles ward and just recently I have started to hang out with a lot of guys from the ward... Anyways I am wondering if boys nowadays have any chivalry? So I went on this date tonight and he came and got me (good thing he didn't honk or I wouldn't have come out!) and he even opened the door for me, good it was all fine but wait a minute I need to back up first of all I have always thought that this boy was so cute- he wears the cutest glasses, he combs his hair nice, has good style, and he is applying for dental school soon.  Perfect right?! So I totally went over on my texting this month, had to up my plan and I am still going to go over because of this boy. Tonight our date was way fun and stuff and then when he dropped me off he was just like, "ok see ya" WHAT? are you kidding me- he didn't even get out of the car to say good bye to me.  Well as I was walking in I thought what a freaking jerk, but- as I start looking back at our conversations I realized that he has absolutely no respect for women... good thing I didn't pursue that one huh. Then last weekend I went out on a date with this guy and guess how he asked me out. on facebook chat. totally lame- what is this world coming to? I really think boys just don't understand or something.  Anyways we went out on the date and he seriously talked 98% of the date- and all he talked about was his mission.  I squeezed in a total of 28 words max and it in sayings like, "oh thats cool" "haha" "oh really" "thanks- that was fun... good night" haha seriously.  I don't really know, don't get me wrong I have gone on a lot of really fun dates and stuff but the last two have been pretty weird! Anyways school is good, I am so excited for it to be over! - life is good- Work is good- I am going to work in the cafe again for the holidays and to be completely honest I am freaking excited! more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-2840465262635486001?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2840465262635486001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2840465262635486001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2840465262635486001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2840465262635486001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-live-with-em-cant-live-without-em.html' title='can&apos;t live with &apos;em can&apos;t live without &apos;em'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-2703141448020903639</id><published>2008-11-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:17:59.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, food, and fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SROsiozfNuI/AAAAAAAAACc/eHEZNFjvheI/s1600-h/PICT0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SROsiozfNuI/AAAAAAAAACc/eHEZNFjvheI/s400/PICT0432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265742100395144930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't updated in forever and there is so much I have to say... ha. But I won't bore you with all I really want to say.  First of all I declared my major. yikes.  It was really hard because I want to do so many things.  I wanted to go into chemical engineering and move to purdue by tif and josh (I still might, who knows), graphic design, radiology and many more but... I am going into Elementary Education.  I think it will be really fun and I love my intro to education class. I hope to teach kindergarten but we will see how it all pans out.  I know that the picture is totally blurry but oh well right.  So like every Sunday or every other Sunday like 20-50 people come over for what I call, "friends, food and fun" basically we all get together and just play wii, pool, foosball, games, and just have a good time.  The boy in the back on the right is kind of my new crush (I have like 3). ha. Don't worry though, he got a hair cut (I liked his hair long... oh well). Anyways so this past week the ward a&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SROr0uet1sI/AAAAAAAAACM/JfQHX86Xk1s/s400/Photo+66.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265741311644653250" /&gt;sked me if they could do FHE at our house.  um. yah. it was crazy there were over 80 people and it was totally body-to-body it was way fun. I got a new haircut so that's what that picture is for, I never want to put pictures of myself on here but... mom says to and I guess I have to obey.  I saw the boy I used to kind of stock at school yesterday ... I said hello and yeah pretty much I am not in love with him like I used to be.  Mom and Kali are in Indiana this weekend.  I don't know if me, dad, and preston will survive. I have eaten cracked wheat for the past 3 meals, and dad hasn't eaten at all, mom's birds are going to die and who knows where the dog is (her prized possessions, in case you didn't know).  I know I have written a lot but I just wanted to comment about the election... I voted. and yes, I voted for mccain. I have to&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SROrhfyD5HI/AAAAAAAAACE/wQca1GGjULc/s400/PICT0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265740981281743986" /&gt; admit I am seriously considering moving to Europe, or Canada or something.  But, I think that our country will survive, I mean no one wanted Clinton to be president but we're still here right?  I think that will be the same for Obama, we will all be fine, I am pretty sure the world isn't going to end in 4 years, or hopefully not anyways... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last picture is just some of my ward buddies at friends, food, and fun night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SROrG6z6h5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/pXGncJj2hBs/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3928454420144708106-2703141448020903639?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/2703141448020903639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=2703141448020903639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2703141448020903639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/2703141448020903639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-food-and-fun.html' title='Friends, food, and fun...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SROsiozfNuI/AAAAAAAAACc/eHEZNFjvheI/s72-c/PICT0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-3729253479198473304</id><published>2008-10-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:52:11.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SPVYgiMLnrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HBC-kL_QGI8/s1600-h/PICT0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SPVYgiMLnrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HBC-kL_QGI8/s200/PICT0458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257205455981878962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my bff, Megan.  I absolutely love her, she makes me laugh so hard, and seriously she is so cute.  I am seriously loving life right now! I love my singles ward now, and I love my new job.  My favorite thing ever is to work the drive-thru.  Today this guy had like 4 transactions to do, and he just kept poppin' the jokes it was way funny.  For my intro to education class I have to do 20 hrs observation, today I went to this kindergarten class and the children were so cute! I think I want to be a kindergarten teacher.  At recess I was just like standing there kind of unsure what to do but this little boy was like hey will you play freeze tag with me.  I was like sure.  I was "it" and pretty soon all 4 kindergarten classes were playing.  They would all just tag me and pretty soon I was worn out.  Then I taught them red rover, it was so cute, they loved me! oohh. I seriously think I want to be a kindergarten teacher, I love the little innocent children and the funny songs they sing.  My love life is still kinda blah... but I sense it picking up, haha we'll see though.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-3729253479198473304?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/3729253479198473304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=3729253479198473304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3729253479198473304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/3729253479198473304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='yay.'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SPVYgiMLnrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HBC-kL_QGI8/s72-c/PICT0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-9098396242333075253</id><published>2008-09-20T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:04:04.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah...</title><content type='html'>let me just rant and rave for a sec. I decided I need a boyfriend. but seriously not going to happen because guess what, I only attract nerds and the creepers.  Oh well.  what can you do with "stewart elbows," a high butt crack, and braces, even grandma told me braces attract nerds, dad told me to buy glasses and stop doing my hair and that I would really begin to attract some quality men... thanks guys.  I think I will miss the cafe. After next week, I probably won't even get boys to flirt with me anymore because no more cafe. I mean seriously though, the men that come into the cafe have to be desperate because none of us girls even look cute because a) we are wearing these ugly black uniforms that are seriously 3X too big b) we have icestorm powder in our hair and teeth.  c) we have syrups in our arm hairs and coffee grinds in our fingernails.  I mean honestly who finds that attractive? But whatever, if they want to flirt, I have decided I will just flirt back and at least it gets me the good tips right?  Tonight this guy came back a second time (after he got his drink) to get another, when they do that it starts to get awkward, especially when they say "do you have a boyfriend." I always just say "yeah, sorry," haha it's way funny.  So yeah, I am kinda sad because I don't think boys flirt with bank tellers because they know how much money they have or don't have.  I decided I need to treat myself, I haven't gone shopping in a long long time because I have a car payment now. I hate being in debt but I love my car so I think it all evens out. but since I am quitting nordstroms soon that means no more discount :( so tomorrow is payday and guess what juli is going to go buy her a pair of sevens and whatever the heck else I please. well it's 1:30 and I have to get up at 5 to go to the gym before work so I guess I am done with my soap box.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-9098396242333075253?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/9098396242333075253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=9098396242333075253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/9098396242333075253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/9098396242333075253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/09/blah.html' title='blah...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-9201336056022810059</id><published>2008-09-09T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:03:13.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new life...</title><content type='html'>So much has happened! Pretty much I am a new person... I got a new car, new job, and I saw the boy.  I got a way cute, Toyota Yaris, it's charcoal gray and I absolutely love it, I love being able to come and go as I please.  When it loses it's new scent I will probably cry.  Thanks to everyone's prayers I finally got a new job. woot! I am going to start in a couple weeks at Mountain America Credit Union.  I will work M-F 2-6.  the perfect shift for a college student.  I finally get to hang up the good ole' apron.  Last but not least, I saw him! Today I was walking to the library and I heard this voice, I turned my head and there he was walking down the stairs.  I nearly passed out cold, my heart stopped beating, I couldn't think straight, I started shaking, I couldn't see and I just kept walking. I didn't even turn to say hello. What if I never see him again? I totally had my chance and lost it.  Oh well.  I decided I can't do this anymore.  If I found out someone was doing to me what I am doing to him, I would find it totally creepy, freaky, and seriously weird, I would think that person wasn't all the way there upstairs.  So anyways, I am not going to be the stockerish person anymore... no more chasing him. I had my chance and now it's gone.  Oh well. life continues. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-9201336056022810059?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/9201336056022810059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=9201336056022810059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/9201336056022810059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/9201336056022810059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-life.html' title='new life...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-912539489027992584</id><published>2008-08-29T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:19:15.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strike a pose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SLjXzK3SJZI/AAAAAAAAABg/nGpSNVsTRgw/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SLjXzK3SJZI/AAAAAAAAABg/nGpSNVsTRgw/s200/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240175440535102866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I just had one picture I wanted to add, because I really think I need to be submitted for "what not to wear." Mom and I always go to the gym, and then Costco, seriously it is tradition and well, this is generally what I look like so I really think I could make it on the show.  Pants- $3 (orange county swap meet), Shirt- $2 (ap chemistry) a stella' outfit for a grand total of 5 buckaroos.  I think I need a $50,000 new wardrobe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-912539489027992584?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/912539489027992584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=912539489027992584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/912539489027992584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/912539489027992584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/08/strike-pose.html' title='strike a pose...'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SLjXzK3SJZI/AAAAAAAAABg/nGpSNVsTRgw/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-105371409086117270</id><published>2008-08-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:14:36.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AJB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SLjUh2zV2nI/AAAAAAAAABY/JvDk9B40GmA/s1600-h/PICT0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SLjUh2zV2nI/AAAAAAAAABY/JvDk9B40GmA/s320/PICT0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240171844557199986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, after mom looked at my blog she was like, oh you need to add pictures.  Well, who wants to add pictures of themself? um... not really me. so I got this really cute picture of Alayna, and I wanted to show it to you all.  I love when she comes over... and says "hi, hi, hi" oh... what a cute little muffin. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-105371409086117270?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/105371409086117270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=105371409086117270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/105371409086117270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/105371409086117270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/08/ajb.html' title='AJB'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SLjUh2zV2nI/AAAAAAAAABY/JvDk9B40GmA/s72-c/PICT0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8974034101002727528</id><published>2008-08-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:49:10.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>woot. school is back in session, and I absolutely love it. I am a total nerd, yes. but what can you do? I am just taking dumb intro classes to like everything because pretty much I don't know what to do with my life. I was going to completely change my schedule the night before school started, but I had a total meltdown (typical) and didn't end up changing it. I decided what the hay and left my schedule. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty much  I am a total stocker, freak, because I walk down the halls, seriously looking for this boy... I don't even like (seriously I don't) him because 1. he is getting old, 2. he is going bald and 3. he is completely clueless  (you all probably know who it is) but seriously I just want to see him... no luck though, I haven't seen him yet.  As the days go by I'll keep looking for him and who knows maybe one day I will see him, and our eyes will meet, we'll run towards each other with outstretched arms, kiss, and who knows 2 weeks later we will probably be married, or engaged at least.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways on Fridays I have 2 hrs between one of my classes so, I people watch. I am weird but I love it.  Let me just say boys are so dumb... so they walk down the halls and they think they are so cool, but let me tell you, they look ridiculous, they always walk with their head held high, kinda searching around like a hawk or something, then when they see either a girl they know or find a seat by a cute girl they totally act all cool and are like "hey," if you're lucky but usually they just nod their head and sit down... girls on the other hand say, "is this seat taken?" which is secret code for I want to sit by you because you are way cute... but boys are clueless and are just like nope.  oh the apparent raging hormones of college students. you gotta love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s I am looking for a new job so everyone pray for me, or if you see a "now hiring" sign somewhere good let me know. I am so sick of being a barista, you can only make so many coffee drinks for people whose garments are hanging out and still feel good about yourself, also I am so sick of high school (or younger) aged boys that think I am flirting with them because I ask what their name is... I think it's time to retire the good ole' apron, and wave good bye to the cafe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8974034101002727528?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8974034101002727528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8974034101002727528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8974034101002727528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8974034101002727528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-905373809726042946</id><published>2008-08-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:52:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SK24JVv-Z-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/04FcFhjoU9w/s1600-h/PICT0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SK24JVv-Z-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/04FcFhjoU9w/s320/PICT0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237044412298455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dad's 49th birthday. wow. he is getting pretty old. I am so excited for when he turns 50. Mom and I have already started planning his party so it is bound to be great.  Dad is always the hardest to birthday shop for.  Stephani, Coby, Preston, Kali and I all pitched in and bought him a juicer! weird? yes: but it will be fun, carrot juice for life. woot. Tifani and Josh bought him the movie Hoosiers and Mom bought him a new suit, tie, and socks. It was quite the day, Mom, Preston and I literally cooked and cleaned all day.  I am not a cook at all, if it was up to me we would eat oatmeal for B,L,D... but lately I have been attempting to cook I made a homemade angel food cake, then turned it into this roll thing, it turned out alright, I was just happy it wasn't a disaster. But almost as important as Dad's birthday was that Alayna learned how to walk!  She was strolling along the living room like a little pro. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-905373809726042946?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/905373809726042946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=905373809726042946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/905373809726042946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/905373809726042946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/08/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SK24JVv-Z-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/04FcFhjoU9w/s72-c/PICT0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3928454420144708106.post-8681164096268446568</id><published>2008-08-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:10:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to be a "blogger"</title><content type='html'>Hello- well I guess this is it. I am making my own blog, what else can I say. I know that you are all dying to know nearly every aspect of my life so here goes nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3928454420144708106-8681164096268446568?l=fernface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/feeds/8681164096268446568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3928454420144708106&amp;postID=8681164096268446568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8681164096268446568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3928454420144708106/posts/default/8681164096268446568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fernface.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-guess-i-am-going-to-become-blogger.html' title='I am going to be a &quot;blogger&quot;'/><author><name>Juli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06702792448037016849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkVEjBnIwus/SzmZ0OweHBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/G-f7iFab8Ow/S220/P1020921.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
