<?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-123975557765061040</id><updated>2011-10-21T07:59:45.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Action</title><subtitle type='html'>All the little things I find entertaining.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4791059410552376846</id><published>2011-01-21T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:47:22.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/RajkumarS/blog/HorseKick_450x287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://files.myopera.com/RajkumarS/blog/HorseKick_450x287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has had a charlie horse before, right? Well how about two - ALL the time. One of my new goals for the year, along with many others - work out! It turns out I'm in much worse shape than I had realized. I went to the gym for a whopping two days in a row and the next day could hardly walk. I may have also made it worse by wearing heels to work. Bad choice. I couldn't stand up straight and it seriously felt like I had a charlie horse in both calves that just wouldn't go away. I felt like an old woman. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bestfunnystuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/funny-horse-attack.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://bestfunnystuff.com/category/people/page/2/&amp;amp;usg=__ucYJ19kzS1JqrlZze-lpgmFUs1A=&amp;amp;h=379&amp;amp;w=550&amp;amp;sz=52&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=29&amp;amp;sig2=9IPS-HZSZ_njDpYour_AyQ&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=OmqJ6zK2iBUIIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=136&amp;amp;tbnw=232&amp;amp;ei=ySs6Te-VJIOssAOyuoDIAw&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhorse%2Battack%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1024%26bih%3D604%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C912&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=329&amp;amp;oei=sis6TZCcAYWCsQOb2OibAw&amp;amp;esq=3&amp;amp;page=3&amp;amp;ndsp=12&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:1,s:29&amp;amp;tx=118&amp;amp;ty=96&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=604"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; made me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4791059410552376846?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4791059410552376846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4791059410552376846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4791059410552376846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4791059410552376846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2011/01/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8639956991886720823</id><published>2011-01-16T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:23:06.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandhill Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/TTOmuyH2xxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-GZvfHxB4Ec/s1600/Sandhill%2BSunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562973287391610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/TTOmuyH2xxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-GZvfHxB4Ec/s400/Sandhill%2BSunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite places to go is the sandhill. Why? Because this is what I see when I go. Wouldn't you love it too if you could see this every night? You sit in quiet serenity, watching as the sky glows over the ocean and the moon rises over your other shoulder. You can see, hear, and smell the ocean. Nothing else matters. Life is simple. I love it. My life = Wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-8639956991886720823?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8639956991886720823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8639956991886720823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8639956991886720823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8639956991886720823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2011/01/sandhill-sunset.html' title='Sandhill Sunset'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/TTOmuyH2xxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-GZvfHxB4Ec/s72-c/Sandhill%2BSunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2103121471519014819</id><published>2010-12-22T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:15:46.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, It's True</title><content type='html'>I'm back and finally updating my blog. My mom told me she wouldn't be very good at it but I still expected a few posts. Sorry. Oh well, 18 months later, it can be updated again. HELLO WORLD! Weirdest thing when I got home? Introducing myself by my first name. Odd right? Think about how you would feel if all of a sudden one day it became socially unacceptable to call your best friend by his/her first name and you had to get used to the last name. It might take some time, right? Well I'm over it now but felt pretty stupid when I stumbled over my name when meeting people. I don't even want to know the thoughts that were running through their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I had an amazing mission. Yes, I loved the people and I even loved being in Idaho in the cold winters. And yes, I ate a lot of potatoes. I learned a lot, was touched by many people and truly did my best. I've made lasting friends and relationships. I've finished all I was meant to do in Boise and am now moving on toward the next great task the Lord has in store for me. Step one: figure out what that is. It's great to be home with the family and after about 6.5 years, finally have time to relax. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;daaa&lt;/span&gt;...I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lovin'&lt;/span&gt; it! Merry Christmas everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2103121471519014819?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2103121471519014819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2103121471519014819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2103121471519014819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2103121471519014819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-its-true.html' title='Yes, It&apos;s True'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-3604150835102614602</id><published>2009-04-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:43:27.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm off, in just a couple hours. So what am I doing blogging? I'm just that addicted. I had some pretty good posts for you all but I couldn't find my camera cord - LAME! oh well. My mom should be updating my blog with parts of letters and pictures so you can continue to stalk my life while I'm gone. I know its going to be hard not to have me around for awhile, but you'll be ok. You can always write to me if you're really missing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Amanda Ah Sue&lt;br /&gt;Idaho Boise Mission&lt;br /&gt;1111 S Cole Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Boise, ID 83709-1869&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-3604150835102614602?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/3604150835102614602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=3604150835102614602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3604150835102614602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3604150835102614602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/04/ciao.html' title='Ciao'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-3893839978907018322</id><published>2009-03-20T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:00:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Ladies... Missionay Style??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So one of my goals has been to learn the single ladies dance. Have I accomplished it? No. Jessie went into the MTC and let's be honest, she's really one of the only people who would truly appreciate it. I started learning it but teaching myself in my kitchen wasn't so productive. HOWEVER, Elders Tauta and Holland were OBVIOUSLY more on the ball than I was. Here's a little treat I got at the temple the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21781317e462d7a6" 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://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21781317e462d7a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199081%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E7DC256A42FA3E9B325BDFD991EC8067226CE5E.16AC86AC34B13FD0AA6FD2C9C480FA27A67A31DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21781317e462d7a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHz1gsJcTZTi4ZFZweM7KffrFeg&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://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D21781317e462d7a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331199081%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E7DC256A42FA3E9B325BDFD991EC8067226CE5E.16AC86AC34B13FD0AA6FD2C9C480FA27A67A31DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21781317e462d7a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqHz1gsJcTZTi4ZFZweM7KffrFeg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-3893839978907018322?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=21781317e462d7a6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/3893839978907018322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=3893839978907018322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3893839978907018322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3893839978907018322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/03/single-ladies-missionay-style.html' title='Single Ladies... Missionay Style??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2633737854942256477</id><published>2009-03-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:00:07.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sister Cook!</title><content type='html'>So maybe I happened to take a walk up to the temple on Sunday and maybe I happened to run into Sister Cook while I was there... and maybe, just maybe I had spam musubi in my purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sooo excited to run into each other! I don't know who was more excited, Lokahi and I because we got to see Jessie, or Jessie because she actually had contact with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9B1BVkM5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/URGYYaTt06Y/s1600-h/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9B1BVkM5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/URGYYaTt06Y/s400/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314038464468235154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elder Lauta, basically Jessie's long lost brother, REALLY enjoying his spam musubi. I think the discovery went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessie: Elder Lauta, come here... smell this (pointing to my purse)&lt;br /&gt;Elder Lauta: (gives Jessie a look like I don't think so, and then continues to do it, looks up at Jessie and I with a weird look on his face) Why's this smell like spam!? .... musubi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9CRzDnyVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6SL6Z9Poj1o/s1600-h/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9CRzDnyVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6SL6Z9Poj1o/s400/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314038958851082578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone enjoying their spam! They told me I'll understand how precious outside food is in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9DNtFVXaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zI2XA3gxRXM/s1600-h/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9DNtFVXaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zI2XA3gxRXM/s400/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314039988039802274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M...T...C - straight gangsta at the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9DhNBXybI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0h39tnSEu5c/s1600-h/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9DhNBXybI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/0h39tnSEu5c/s400/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314040323030632882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you Jessie!! Just do me a favor and slack on the language so they hold you back about another 10 days, k? Maybe 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9D_riDezI/AAAAAAAAARA/BEeBWcuKu-Q/s1600-h/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9D_riDezI/AAAAAAAAARA/BEeBWcuKu-Q/s400/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314040846616853298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2633737854942256477?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2633737854942256477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2633737854942256477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2633737854942256477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2633737854942256477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-sister-cook.html' title='Hello Sister Cook!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb9B1BVkM5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/URGYYaTt06Y/s72-c/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1651489394136589695</id><published>2009-03-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:30:00.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp My Ride: St. Patty's Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! I love this day, everything is green and my parents got married 25 years ago today. Crazy! But, of course, I'm not blogging just because I'm Irish. No, no. I found something really special for you guys! I went to Walmart to buy supplies for spam musubi..... mmmm! Anyway, as I was walking back to my car, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_4n2WcgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0NO6V5lYDd8/s1600-h/Grill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_4n2WcgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0NO6V5lYDd8/s400/Grill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036327322644994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_0ZJHueI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VXSvXPVTc_w/s1600-h/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_0ZJHueI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VXSvXPVTc_w/s400/Lake+Poweell+and+Jessie+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036254655363554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_te96nVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ycx5kNPxzM/s1600-h/Seats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_te96nVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ycx5kNPxzM/s400/Seats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036135959895378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_fH8j64I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2Q_58l4yN5A/s1600-h/Car+-+Walmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_fH8j64I/AAAAAAAAAQA/2Q_58l4yN5A/s400/Car+-+Walmart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314035889262029698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprised I saw this at Walmart? I sure wasn't. Of all places. It just makes sense and its greatness could really only be expressed through pictures. I wish you were all there to see it person. I still can't get over how ridiculous it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1651489394136589695?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1651489394136589695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1651489394136589695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1651489394136589695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1651489394136589695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/03/pimp-my-ride-st-pattys-style.html' title='Pimp My Ride: St. Patty&apos;s Style'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb8_4n2WcgI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0NO6V5lYDd8/s72-c/Grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4883634289986253813</id><published>2009-03-15T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:24:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Sightings</title><content type='html'>So before it gets too late, I wanted to show you the gems I saw at the Vanilla Ice/MC Hammer concert. The theme was 80's dress even though they're really from the 90's. I really hope you enjoy all these ridiculous people as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These shoes def remind me of Jessie... pastry's?&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/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2KRNLYsgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8wRdqzEOx20/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2KRNLYsgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8wRdqzEOx20/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313555163566879234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love neon but some people took it to the extreme, and his dance moves really topped it off!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2K-p_uX8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YdZi8jeb9KQ/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2K-p_uX8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/YdZi8jeb9KQ/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313555944396709826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... it just keeps getting better!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2M4lvK80I/AAAAAAAAAPk/NUSExdJJITM/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2M4lvK80I/AAAAAAAAAPk/NUSExdJJITM/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313558039197578050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: not my hand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2NL5GGGHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tKPLroG3wJU/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2NL5GGGHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/tKPLroG3wJU/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313558370811517042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaand the kicker... two tarzans riding each other. Seeing this basically made the entire concert worth it... that and deciding Bekah isn't so crazy for thinking Vanilla Ice is hot.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2NldcyEEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oMOh6SwPeQM/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2NldcyEEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oMOh6SwPeQM/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313558810067079234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4883634289986253813?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4883634289986253813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4883634289986253813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4883634289986253813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4883634289986253813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-sightings.html' title='Ice Sightings'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sb2KRNLYsgI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8wRdqzEOx20/s72-c/Ice+Ice+Baby+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7654583164345560342</id><published>2009-03-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:57:57.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pissed at facebook. STOP CHANGING!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modern finally started &lt;a href="http://www.modernexpo.com/blog/"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt; and is even on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/moderndisplay"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/a&gt;!! I'm so proud of them! Modern is being modern! I don't know that I'm really supposed to spill the beans yet but I'm very excited! Too bad I'm leaving soon now. We're still working on it, but it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ahsue22"&gt;twittering&lt;/a&gt;! I know I'm not gonna be here much longer but you should follow me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I really really REALLY need to sell my contract. In fact, I probably should've done a separate post for that. It's a nice, new, clean condo. 3 private rooms. Great location - you can make money off your parking spots during football season and it's not hard at all. W/D... walk in closet. Available April 1. Please contact me if you're interested or know anyone who is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going home in two weeks. Wow!! I'm goin on my mish in 4. That actually sounds longer when I say it like that but I already feel like I have no time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bracket for the MWC is doing pretty good!! As long as BYU can pull it out in this game, I'll be 100% so far! I'm positive that's a reflection of how I'll do during March Madness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's a ridiculous number of dance parties this weekend and I'm still sitting on my couch watching bball, blogging, and twittering. All of a sudden I want to be a media/networking guru. haha we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is boring. Lists aren't as interesting as posts about mullets. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7654583164345560342?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7654583164345560342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7654583164345560342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7654583164345560342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7654583164345560342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-tidbits.html' title='Random Tidbits'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-3295467121083550452</id><published>2009-03-10T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:18:03.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Ice Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I caved. Yes, I really went. I saw Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer last weekend. What did I decide? I decided Vanilla Ice is hot and I could watch MC Hammer and his back up crew dance all night. Enjoy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdEwkXF63I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7v7yEI2wNp4/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdEwkXF63I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7v7yEI2wNp4/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311789886691732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdFACR8gkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IveSAJoWSl0/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdFACR8gkI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IveSAJoWSl0/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311790152421245506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdFXlkZqLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VxHjhqLrhag/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdFXlkZqLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VxHjhqLrhag/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311790557030885554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't believe how many people were on stage! Ice had us chant family. Really. Like three distinct syllables. Is this just because we're in Utah? I couldn't believe it but he had some good things to say. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdFut54wEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/f9C_Fre_tqg/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdFut54wEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/f9C_Fre_tqg/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311790954405478466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdGAQ3ZDUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L3qS6w_cdYg/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdGAQ3ZDUI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L3qS6w_cdYg/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311791255848029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdHj5IzvOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KwsyS8ICxjY/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdHj5IzvOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KwsyS8ICxjY/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311792967465549026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gang, with the beginning of a new friendship in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdHro8shTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/POkNA5RM13A/s1600-h/Ice+Ice+Baby+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdHro8shTI/AAAAAAAAAPM/POkNA5RM13A/s400/Ice+Ice+Baby+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311793100558730546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new friends. Nicole handled crowd control for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I post these pictures of myself considering they aren't very good. They're the only ones we took of us. So don't judge me. I took a lot of videos but the sound is terrible on ALL of them so it basically ruins the video! LAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People watching pictures from this night will be coming soon. Be excited, because they're really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP! HAMMER TIME....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-3295467121083550452?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/3295467121083550452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=3295467121083550452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3295467121083550452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3295467121083550452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice Ice Baby'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SbdEwkXF63I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7v7yEI2wNp4/s72-c/Ice+Ice+Baby+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5722766483242223622</id><published>2009-02-27T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:11:24.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Here's a map of the guesses. Nobody got it right =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SaiO4AOJSCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZT9Lpdsgogg/s1600-h/Mission+Call%21+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SaiO4AOJSCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZT9Lpdsgogg/s400/Mission+Call%21+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307649253639276578" 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/123975557765061040-5722766483242223622?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5722766483242223622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5722766483242223622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5722766483242223622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5722766483242223622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/02/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SaiO4AOJSCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZT9Lpdsgogg/s72-c/Mission+Call%21+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4321911606733164498</id><published>2009-02-26T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:36:58.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word is Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm going on a mission! Here's my little story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to serve a mission and I told my family over Christmas break, Christmas Eve to be exact. I had to think of a creative way to tell them so my mom and I planned a game of pictionary and I went last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307547859386507826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SagyqFMeIjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kiaHTEtMdk0/s400/Amanda-pictionary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad8QSX3iXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S2ZXW7ZRcKM/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My call came pretty quickly and I was really excited! BUT, I didn't want to cheat - really wanted to be surprised about where I was going. As soon as I get my letter, I was ecstatic, read the note the postwoman left me and then turned the letter upside down so I couldn't see the postage as I walked back to my apartment (the postage varies based on whether you stay in the states or go foreign). Once I got back to my apartment, I taped brown paper over the top of the postage so no one else could cheat either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad5Tm_VRhI/AAAAAAAAANc/Tg6bxWccBww/s1600-h/Mission+Call%21+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307344063670076946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad5Tm_VRhI/AAAAAAAAANc/Tg6bxWccBww/s400/Mission+Call%21+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany then took my call from me and hid it. We flew home this past weekend so I could open it with my family around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad6UNuu2BI/AAAAAAAAANk/sCLOIlZyjVI/s1600-h/Mission+Call%21+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307345173581060114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad6UNuu2BI/AAAAAAAAANk/sCLOIlZyjVI/s400/Mission+Call%21+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad6lL4G1zI/AAAAAAAAANs/RPvN8w8Cq-M/s1600-h/Mission+Call%21+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307345465141286706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/Sad6lL4G1zI/AAAAAAAAANs/RPvN8w8Cq-M/s400/Mission+Call%21+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Boise, everyone! Yes - Boise, Idaho and no, I'm not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4321911606733164498?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4321911606733164498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4321911606733164498' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4321911606733164498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4321911606733164498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/02/word-is-out.html' title='The Word is Out'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SagyqFMeIjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kiaHTEtMdk0/s72-c/Amanda-pictionary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5400166871178220287</id><published>2009-02-22T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:49:00.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Flying</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right. I'm flying. I'm currently sitting on an airplane thousands of feet up in the air and I'm on facebook and blogs. How sweet is that!? Southwest is testing out wi-fi on two planes and I happen to be on one of them. So, I thought I would take advantage of this sweet opportunity to brag to everyone that facebook, blog stalking and gchat still rule my life in the air. Be jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-5400166871178220287?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5400166871178220287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5400166871178220287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5400166871178220287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5400166871178220287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-flying.html' title='I&apos;m Flying'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8402929649315810436</id><published>2009-02-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:43:11.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof of Hard Work</title><content type='html'>So I have a drawer at my desk full of starburst and skittles. Because it's there, I can't help but snack all day long. I started to hit my "I'm ready to go home" stage at about 4:00 so I figured I would sign onto facebook real quick, check my notifications, change my status and sign off. Well, besides having a couple people start conversations with me, my status also created an entertaining &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=17802540&amp;amp;v=feed&amp;amp;story_fbid=69039081275"&gt;uproar&lt;/a&gt;. Really?! Obviously everyone is working hard! I changed my status and all of a sudden there were 40 comments in about an hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-8402929649315810436?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8402929649315810436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8402929649315810436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8402929649315810436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8402929649315810436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/02/proof-of-hard-work.html' title='Proof of Hard Work'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-6584879352291769963</id><published>2009-02-13T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:55:06.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mullets and Buttcracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I like people watching. And maybe I take every opportunity I can to take pictures of awkward/weird/funny things I find amusing that other people do. I thought I'd share these sweet pictures with you so you could get just as much entertainment from them as I did. And don't worry, there will be more people watching pictures to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ0syLoQVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0On7UoCDltU/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ0syLoQVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0On7UoCDltU/s400/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302553924008952146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exhibit 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ0xVR695I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PQzh-ol9zes/s1600-h/noname%282%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ0xVR695I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PQzh-ol9zes/s400/noname%282%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554002150061970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were his parents thinking? I was wondering the same thing. He came in and sat down next to me as we were sitting in a cultural hall/gym and it took everything I had to keep from showing a reaction. Then, his family moved and they sat in front of us. Perfect opportunity for me to snap a pic! And thank you for standing up so I could get the profile - the real effect. I especially like that you can see the buzz line under the mullet. Sorry kid, I almost feel bad for posting this but nobody knows who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ1TremTTI/AAAAAAAAANE/g0arzRnHTUE/s1600-h/noname%284%29"&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/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ1TremTTI/AAAAAAAAANE/g0arzRnHTUE/s400/noname%284%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554592224365874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, bad picture, but I was definitely eating dinner when I lost my appetite to this view. Lighting is poor. Probably in your best interest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ1XAYPB_I/AAAAAAAAANM/zupm6gMWVRE/s1600-h/noname%285%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ1XAYPB_I/AAAAAAAAANM/zupm6gMWVRE/s400/noname%285%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554649374427122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it with short shirts and low pants?! This guy was riding a motorcycle on the freeway (yes, my picture taking skills ARE that good). Although he was trying to look tough, he obviously pulled off the creepy plumber thing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ1aV8gY-I/AAAAAAAAANU/_4xVUJnbXHA/s1600-h/noname%286%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ1aV8gY-I/AAAAAAAAANU/_4xVUJnbXHA/s400/noname%286%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554706703311842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last, but not least. Poor girl. She was sitting in the Wilk, minding her business, eating lunch, yes lunch, the busiest time of day for the Wilk. Little did she know that she was drawing a lot more attention to herself than intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, beware. If you look ridiculous, I will probably take a picture of you and show it to all my friends. So what did we learn today boys and girls? Be conscience of butt crack and just don't do mullets - at least not to your kids.&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/123975557765061040-6584879352291769963?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/6584879352291769963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=6584879352291769963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6584879352291769963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6584879352291769963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/02/mullets-and-buttcracks.html' title='Mullets and Buttcracks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SZZ0syLoQVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0On7UoCDltU/s72-c/noname' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8945860299640514108</id><published>2009-02-12T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:16:23.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops &amp; Joy Rides</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I apologize for my lapse of blogging - things have been crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once winter hit, I started leaving for work pretty early to make sure I'd get there in time. But, Utah didn't have snow. Every now and then it would rain but there wasn't really much to cause traffic so I always got to work really early. Then it started snowing. This past week there's been snow and my body hasn't been ready to wake up early enough to deal with it. Well, I hit the first Amber Alert - I think it's just past the point of the mountain, and it said it would take 40 min to get to my exit. Great! The longest it's ever taken from that point was 30 min and I thought I was gonna die that day. So traffic is horrible and I decide to get off the freeway early to take State St. Just as I'm getting off, I notice that traffic is getting better just past the exit I took. Of course, just my luck. So I take State St. for a little and then get back on. Traffic isn't too bad and I can FINALLY get up to 75 mph. I'm cruising along and traffic starts to get a little slower as I'm approaching my exit. Oh well, I'm close. I see the 600 S: 1 mile sign, am shortly relieved, and then come to a complete stop. Ridiculous. What is going on? I look forward and see cop lights flashing. The cop car drove across all the lanes of traffic. Oh my gosh, is there a bad accident? I turn the radio on to listen for a traffic report. Did somebody die? Are they closing down the freeway? Am I gonna have to stay stopped in my exit lane?? Is the accident in the exit lanes? There's no alternate route at this point. I pull to the edge of my lane to look ahead and see what's going on. What do I see? Ambulences, fire trucks, upside-down cars? No. A cop car. Just one. Swerving back and forth across all the lanes of traffic. Like he's taking a joy ride. He thinks it's funny to make everyone wait in terrible traffic just because he can. Just because he can flip on those stupid blue and white lights and no one will question him. Stupid. The best part? As soon as he got past my exit, he straightened out and just drove off. I felt like I was on the Truman show and the producers thought it would be funny to see how long they could make me wait in traffic on the way in. So just because of that, I'm showing the producers how their traffic has affected my shortened work day by blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-8945860299640514108?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8945860299640514108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8945860299640514108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8945860299640514108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8945860299640514108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2009/02/cops-joy-rides.html' title='Cops &amp; Joy Rides'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7227768617614046828</id><published>2008-12-01T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:13:38.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bane of my Existence</title><content type='html'>So finals week is coming up and I am NOT excited! Basically, I'm about to have 2 and 1/2 weeks of hell with little sleep (by little I mean most likely less than 5 hrs per night - I don't do well without sleep) and TONS of work... papers, projects, a script, and of course, the oh-so-dreaded final exams. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it. I also won't have any social life for these couple of weeks. The good news, when I'm done with this, I'm done baby! DONE! So much work for a little piece of paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7227768617614046828?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7227768617614046828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7227768617614046828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7227768617614046828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7227768617614046828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/12/bane-of-my-existence.html' title='The Bane of my Existence'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-3925118214619750339</id><published>2008-11-11T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:13:04.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 DAYS!!</title><content type='html'>Look how glorious 35 days can be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;35 days to Gettysburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gazellebookservices.co.uk/Military/originals/Military/19th%20Century/Civil%20War/35%20Days%20to%20Gettysburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 491px;" src="http://www.gazellebookservices.co.uk/Military/originals/Military/19th%20Century/Civil%20War/35%20Days%20to%20Gettysburg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who dated who: posted 35 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/fashion/pictures/0L/61/2061_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.whosdatedwho.com/fashion/pictures/0L/61/2061_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 35 self portraits, last 35 days&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2393205966_0e2374b7f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 474px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2393205966_0e2374b7f6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, better than American history, Ben Stiller and hot naked men, I will be COMPLETELY done with school in 35 days. Finals and all. How glorious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-3925118214619750339?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/3925118214619750339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=3925118214619750339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3925118214619750339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3925118214619750339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/11/35-days.html' title='35 DAYS!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2393205966_0e2374b7f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4216838219662319226</id><published>2008-11-03T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:21:16.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES on Prop 8... and a Federal Crime</title><content type='html'>so... I love post secret, BUT.... Landon told me about this one and I couldn't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQ8yMjCKSqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/caIRxZejcKE/s1600-h/prop+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481680563522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQ8yMjCKSqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/caIRxZejcKE/s400/prop+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you feel, you shouldn't commit a federal crime to try to stop Prop 8 from passing. You are more than welcome to do your part in the No for prop 8 position but at least let the people decide. Seriously? I can't even believe this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4216838219662319226?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4216838219662319226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4216838219662319226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4216838219662319226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4216838219662319226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-on-prop-8-and-federal-crime.html' title='YES on Prop 8... and a Federal Crime'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQ8yMjCKSqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/caIRxZejcKE/s72-c/prop+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2959743936621841755</id><published>2008-10-31T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:08:50.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In honor of Halloween... some funny pictures of kids getting scared... the one of a kid getting a shot is probably my favorite =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfIFuEErI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1X83lWO26t4/s1600-h/say+what!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334813347353266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfIFuEErI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1X83lWO26t4/s320/say+what!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfD6-fl9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0BFhmyoYNsc/s1600-h/scared+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334741743998930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfD6-fl9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0BFhmyoYNsc/s320/scared+kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfALda8qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JfM55ZUZpiA/s1600-h/asian+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334677449208482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfALda8qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JfM55ZUZpiA/s320/asian+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQse7tm-hLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Bhs6IgSTzMo/s1600-h/monster+and+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263334600716747954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQse7tm-hLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Bhs6IgSTzMo/s320/monster+and+kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/123975557765061040-2959743936621841755?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2959743936621841755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2959743936621841755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2959743936621841755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2959743936621841755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween-everyone.html' title='Happy Halloween Everyone!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQsfIFuEErI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1X83lWO26t4/s72-c/say+what!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2001129670510160104</id><published>2008-10-27T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:05:32.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks ... Pass it On...</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1.Link who tagged you: &lt;a href="http://so-this-is-my-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List your quirks&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag other bloggers&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely HATE feet, but I'm getting a lot more used to them. But in general, please don't touch me with your feet and don't try to touch my feet. I probably won't vocally freak out anymore, but I'll still be freaking out on the inside, trying to get you to hear my consciousness yelling at you to get your feet far from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate spiders. Call me a wimp, I don't care, but I will always call my brother, dad, any guy in the room to come kill them for me because I seriously get chills when I have to go near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I also hate scary movies. They freak me out and I think that it will happen in real life, so I avoid them. In fact, I'm so weird like this (thinking it will be really, not necessarily the scary part), that I wondered if people were watching me after seeing the Truman show. Ridiculous, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whenever I go to a restaurant, I like to have my back to the wall. I get paranoid when I can't see people walking up from behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I gag when I brush my teeth. Not all the time, but a lot of the time, and it makes me hate brushing my teeth. However, I like brushing my teeth in the shower. Whoppers also make me gag. The candy, not the burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate waking up and sometimes I hate going to bed. I'm not sure how that works, but I'm much more of a night person than a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love getting ready. I love to take my time getting ready, I don't know why, but I do. I always run late and I hate that I do, but I do, almost always. Just tell me we're leaving 10 min earlier than we actually are so you don't get mad at me. At the same time, I usually hate it when life isn't moving quickly. I hate it when it takes a long time to get something done or when there's nothing to do. I like being busy and having to move insanely fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate clothes. Perhaps too much information? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I sleep like a rock unless you open my bedroom door. For some reason, the sound of the door opening wakes me up but almost nothing else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I sleep with a shirt over my ears and eyes (I get that from my dad). I can't sleep unless my feet and ears are covered. I also fall asleep most easily when I blast music as loud as it can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I prefer my drinks out of a glass, not a plastic cup, especially water, I realize that's really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will accept almost every challenge and do everything in my power to beat you just because I'm competitive and want to be able to live up to the challenge, especially if you think I can't do it. But at the same time, if it comes down to anything serious, it kills me if you don't believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't wear deodorant. I know that's gross for most of you to hear, but I really don't sweat very much. I wear perfume every day. It disgusts me when I can smell my deodorant. I'd rather smell like my perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty sure that's enough. hope you've enjoyed reading all the weird things about me and I hope you still wanna be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Landon, Miri, (because I know you'll do it) and anyone else who feels the urge to do this. Knock yourselves out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2001129670510160104?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2001129670510160104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2001129670510160104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2001129670510160104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2001129670510160104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/10/quirks-pass-it-on.html' title='Quirks ... Pass it On...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1081231640686202405</id><published>2008-10-27T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:15:46.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Time</title><content type='html'>Here's something that really won't interest most of you, but something I'm trying to figure out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryinns.com/chi/images/hotels/CACAMARI/loc_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.countryinns.com/chi/images/hotels/CACAMARI/loc_450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camarillo Unified School District..&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Background: Camarillo citizens are upset that they are continually paying property taxes for schools to be built&lt;br /&gt;in Oxnard and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.zooomr.com/images/1093722_fd63a0e5c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 148px;" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/1093722_fd63a0e5c6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camarillo still only has one school. This&lt;br /&gt;whole thing started when I was in 5th grade. We're finally voting on it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma: I personally know the person who has &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/7/0/5/1/2/ar121815980721507.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 56px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/7/0/5/1/2/ar121815980721507.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really                                              been pushing for this unification and I know he has put                                 a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/7/8/6/2/9/ar118802476892687.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 75px;" src="http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/7/8/6/2/9/ar118802476892687.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lot of work into it. I went to Rio Mesa (high school in                                 Oxnard), and loved it. What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If it passes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ouhsd.k12.ca.us/about/images/rmhs_emblem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.ouhsd.k12.ca.us/about/images/rmhs_emblem.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Camarillo citizens pay property taxes for schools in Camarillo only&lt;br /&gt;-kids from Camarillo can stay at Rio Mesa if they want to, BUT they will lose buses. If Camarillo kids are not apart of the Oxnard Union High School District anymore, there is no reason to send buses out to Camarillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.agouraspiritteam.com/Logos%20and%20Sound/SchoolLogos/Camarillo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.agouraspiritteam.com/Logos%20and%20Sound/SchoolLogos/Camarillo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Oxnard Union High School District will not build a high school on the land they purchased in Camarillo (as of right now, no one really knows whether it will really be built anyway, but its on paper and kind of there as a threat for this not to pass)&lt;br /&gt;-there is talk of turning a once-middle school, now charter school into a magnet high school (specifically for technology, music, etc), since the  other high school will not be                                                 built and we need somewhere to put an additional 300 students or so (is this a good thing?)&lt;br /&gt;                                              -students in elementary, middle, and high school will be on the same schedule (great for families with kids in each since right now the high schools are on a different schedule since they are in a different school district)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm against it:&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it is quite unfortunate that Camarillo citizens have to be paying for the education of all the kids in Oxnard and feel neglected because there is no new school in Camarillo. However, I went to Rio Mesa and it is a really good school. The administration at Rio Mesa is much better than at Camarillo. They are highly involved in everything we do. Camarillo parents/kids tend to be          afraid of Rio Mesa there are gangs there. Scary! The gangs won't do anything to you if you don't bother them. Those are not the kids who end up doing random shootings at schools. There used to be two gangs at Rio Mesa, but Pacifica High was built partially to separate the gangs that were at Rio Mesa. Now, there is one at Rio Mesa and one at Pacifica; there is now less interaction between the gangs at school, which I think was a very important move. Now, what most of the Camarillo parents don't realize is that while they are taking their kids out of the "dangerous gang" school, they are putting them in a school filled with tons of bored rich kids with two working parents. There is nothing wrong with wealth or with two working parents, but guess what, your kids are the ones more into drugs, etc. The Camarillo "gang" is a bunch of guys who sit around and smoke weed. They are not hard core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know it sucks that Camarillo citizens are paying for the education of Oxnard kids, but good for the kids that they get a little better of an education. Rio Mesa is a really good school and I think it was really beneficial to attend a school with so much diversity. According to the 2000 census, Camarillo is 80% white and Oxnard is 66% hispanic. I think there are great lessons to be learned by being around people who aren't exactly like you. As much as I love Camarillo, I also love Rio Mesa and am grateful that I went to high school there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ron, but I think we'll be losing something valuable at Rio Mesa by unifying the school district. I don't see that all the positives will be beneficial enough to persuade me to vote yes on this unification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1081231640686202405?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1081231640686202405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1081231640686202405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1081231640686202405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1081231640686202405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/10/voting-time.html' title='Voting Time'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2765890478998628296</id><published>2008-10-22T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:55:48.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if it bites my butt...</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help it... it was too good not to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQAfM3j9fAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XofCoaAIWmk/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQAfM3j9fAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XofCoaAIWmk/s400/toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260238670702410754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've become obsessed with PostSecrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2765890478998628296?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2765890478998628296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2765890478998628296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2765890478998628296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2765890478998628296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-if-it-bites-my-butt.html' title='what if it bites my butt...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SQAfM3j9fAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XofCoaAIWmk/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4750515227856328532</id><published>2008-09-30T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:27:56.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Lessons</title><content type='html'>I apologize in advance to those of you who are going to take offense to this. I'm sorry you can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile now, I've been frustrated while driving around here. I always thought that the drivers in Utah suck. BUT, I've recently come to the conclusion that people around here just don't know how to drive in traffic because they aren't used to it. So here's a couple tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The far left lane is called the fast lane for a reason. I know you feel justified in driving in whatever lane you want, but if you are going 65 or 70 and there is a line of cars behind you, please realize that you are creating traffic and move over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I realize that it might be intimidating to you to let people pass you on the freeway, like they're also passing you in life or something, but if you are driving right next to another car, going the same speed, do everyone a favor and just drive in the same lane as that other person (especially if you are in the fast lane). Letting other people drive faster than you and pass you only prevents traffic. It does not mean that you are losing out on life, it just means you will no longer be creating unnecessary traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Everyone likes to look at accidents when they are on the side of the road, but please try to limit your slowing to 5 mph so as to avoid creating 30 min of traffic for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cops suck. I will be the first one to admit that. BUT just because there is a cop on the road doesn't mean you aren't allowed to pass him and it doesn't mean you have to slow down from your whopping 65 mph to 60 mph. You can even be really adventurous and pass the cop going 70 and he still is most likely not going to pull you over unless you don't have a license plate or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This one won't apply to most of you, but semis and slow trucks pulling trailers should never be cruising in the middle lane. I understand that everyone, even you want to pass someone slow in front of them, but if that is the case, please pass and move back into the far right lane. Please don't slow down the rest of the freeway because you refuse to drive in the lane meant for slow traffic and trucks pulling trailers.That is the slow lane, that is where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find that you often see a line of cars behind you and no one in front of you, please heed this advice. Nobody is going to think that you are slow at life if you are driving slow, but we will continue to think you are a jerk if you are creating unnecessary traffic because of your insecurity. So just don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4750515227856328532?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4750515227856328532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4750515227856328532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4750515227856328532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4750515227856328532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/09/driving-lessons.html' title='Driving Lessons'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5223367439639677248</id><published>2008-09-24T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:30:31.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Comedian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLMSgbA-_9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLMSgbA-_9k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/123975557765061040-5223367439639677248?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5223367439639677248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5223367439639677248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5223367439639677248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5223367439639677248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-favorite-comedian.html' title='New Favorite Comedian...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4137228332027868260</id><published>2008-09-19T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:58:20.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All grown up??</title><content type='html'>So, again, I've been slacking in the blogging world. Here's a quick re-cap of what has been going on in my life: going home, Usana International Convention, brother dealing with Hurricane Ike and no power (but that's about the worse he got of it, thank goodness!), trying to be more social in my ward, starting school, taking my first midterm, preparing for my second (gross), getting ready to finish school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm going to wait to til April to graduate, BUT I'm only taking one night class next semester. Honestly, I'm a little afraid to move out of this phase of my life so I thought slowly phasing myself out, even if its only with one class in SLC, which really isn't the same as being on campus, might help me deal with having to be a grownup. It really did go by faster than I thought. Now, I have to only take 2 weeks of vacation and I don't get to go on spontaneous trips. Better live it up for these next couple of months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4137228332027868260?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4137228332027868260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4137228332027868260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4137228332027868260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4137228332027868260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-grown-up.html' title='All grown up??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1306673227226227614</id><published>2008-08-03T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:27:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Madness</title><content type='html'>everyone needs to watch this video! Its HILARIOUS because you all know this is you! and thank you miri for helping me put it in the post. I'm still blogger retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/123975557765061040-1306673227226227614?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1306673227226227614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1306673227226227614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1306673227226227614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1306673227226227614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/08/facebook-madness.html' title='Facebook Madness'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7807670266885248739</id><published>2008-07-30T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:21:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an old quote</title><content type='html'>I haven't done a post like this in awhile: feel free to disregard, its not about anything too entertaining, just some late night thoughts, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on facebook (of course) and I was reading through my profile info, yada yada.. I came across this quote I found within the last year and forgot how much I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="personal-table" class="profileTable" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="Quote"&gt;&lt;td class="label"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="data"&gt;&lt;div id="Quote-data" class="datawrap"&gt;"If I ask you whether there is anything more precious to you than your own self, you will say no. So if you are in possession of yourself you will possess something you would never wish to lose and something Fortune could never take away." -Boethius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the thoughts that come from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I know who I am. I understand that there are many people trying to find themselves and also that I probably sound really corny saying so. But aren't we always reassessing ourselves in an attempt to fix problems and better ourselves? When I first moved out to Utah, I had a hard time bec I felt like I didn't fit in, as I'm sure most people felt. Utah was just SO different than what I was used to. And really, I don't know if it was that I felt I didn't fit in or I just didn't like it because it was different. Either way, it doesn't matter. I was so taken back by how many fake people I found at BYU. (I realize that not everyone from BYU is from Utah and sorry to those of you who are fake) I felt like people just didn't value friendship in the way I was used to and everything was just different. Well, I've come to like Utah. I feel comfortable here. BUT, sometimes I still struggle. I'm so glad I'm home right now - I can remember who I am. We all have different ways of seeing our situations and some people say they are most comfortable not having to fight for what they believe in and in fact feel uncomfortable being around people with differing religious views. I am the opposite. Perhaps this is why things were so weird to me at first. I was so excited to finally be in a place where I didn't have to always be fighting, but as soon as I got there, I didn't know what to. I was a stronger person when I was defending what I believe in. I know who I am and I'm strong but for some reason, when I get around people who have the same beliefs I do, a few things happen... first I don't always realize that I don't need to defend myself.. I'm still getting used to that... but worse, once I do, sometimes I stop trying altogether. Maybe I think that if I don't have to defend myself that that means I just don't have to try and if that is the case, everything should just work itself out, right? Why work at it if it doesn't need the work? Well working on it in defense to another person and in defense to myself are two completely different things and unfortunately I've forgotten that. Or maybe I never knew it. There's something about having to be strong and having to defend myself that brings out a part of me that many of my friends in Utah don't know. I constantly wish I could bring that part of me out, but I don't know how. I don't know how because I think (or now thought) that it was only something that would come about when I'm in defense to another person. For some reason it just isn't the same to defend myself to someone who already knows what I'm talking about, and who knows better than myself? Well, maybe not, I'm sure all this doesn't make sense. But really, I think I felt that it was a part of me that was lost and I just didn't know how to be that same person around people who already know. In fact, I remember when I first came to Utah, I was excited to finally be able to learn from someone else instead of always having to be the one to explain to someone else. In some ways, I really felt like a little kid hearing things for the first time, and sometimes I still do. Maybe I felt that being in that situation also meant that I always had to take on that somewhat childish mindset of doing what others wanted because they knew best. There are things that I can and should learn from other people but I also still know who I am and I can't let myself forget that just because I am doing other learning from people. I started to lose myself for something that I was right or better or whatever but that's not how it works. You can only grow once you know who you are and stand firmly and let the things happen around you as needed and you go from there. Nothing is necessary beyond what you know is necessary for yourself. Once you know yourself, you can do anything, so if you lose yourself, you also lose the ability to do anything. In fact, you limit yourself just when you think you are being more accommodating by momentarily putting aside the things you've always known. So, I hope I can finally find the balance I need and be who I want to be and grow from it while still allowing myself to be somewhat of what others want be to be. A and then B. Not A -B and then B which will end up somehow being B and then A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this doesn't make sense. I don't even know if it makes sense to me, but there you go. That's the way my head works, and somehow, it ends up helping me work things out. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7807670266885248739?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7807670266885248739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7807670266885248739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7807670266885248739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7807670266885248739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-quote.html' title='an old quote'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2681663502639670842</id><published>2008-07-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:30:00.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I was home...</title><content type='html'>I was driving in the fast lane on the way back from the airport and I noticed people were on my tail... am I driving slow? I look down at the speedometer and notice I'm going 85.. just with the flow of traffic. People don't get off my case until I'm going 90/95. I'm a little uncomfortable with this, having just come from Utah so I move into the next lane and still manage to go 80/85 for the sake of the flow. When there seems to be light traffic, I still manage at least 70. Ah the good life! Traffic actually moves. I love California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2681663502639670842?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2681663502639670842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2681663502639670842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2681663502639670842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2681663502639670842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-knew-i-was-home.html' title='I knew I was home...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-724842814774906442</id><published>2008-07-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:49:12.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24th of July... a declared holliday??</title><content type='html'>The Utah shock: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pleasantly surprised when I found out I had the 24th of July off. This meant that I had the entire day before I went home to run all the errands I needed to run before I went home. How wonderful! I was soo excited that I didn't need to rush my errands at all and I had the ENTIRE day to run errands and not worry about work. EXCEPT I failed to realize that not only was my work closed, everything else would be too. I went to pay my rent and found the window closed for the 24th. Luckily there was a mail slot I could drop my check in. My only worry now is that they won't see it. On the way back from Belmont, I thought... I should get a J-Dawg since I'll be leaving Provo for awhile. Drive over to J-Dawgs... that's closed too. Well, I need to pick up a perscription so I'll head over to Macy's for that. Well... the grocery store was open but the pharmacy was closed. I also had a check I wanted to deposit before I went home and I needed to take care of something else at the mall anyway. All the banks were closed too. So, the only errands I was able to run was dropping off a check that may get lost and ordering a new shield for my phone that no longer has a back because my dog ate it yesterday. literally chewed it up while I was swimming. I was not happy and now one of the only two things I was able to accomplish is useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227520188205793282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SIvh6iIwgAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UPYizXvGeAM/s400/california+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-724842814774906442?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/724842814774906442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=724842814774906442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/724842814774906442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/724842814774906442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/07/24th-of-july-declared-holliday.html' title='24th of July... a declared holliday??'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SIvh6iIwgAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UPYizXvGeAM/s72-c/california+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1598495317055543708</id><published>2008-06-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:59:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tag tag tag</title><content type='html'>supposedly I was tagged by Landon and Miri, so here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. being excited middle school was almost over&lt;br /&gt;2. being excited about the internet &amp;amp; email&lt;br /&gt;3. writing notes to friends and folding them in weird ways thinking I was cool&lt;br /&gt;4. getting my first bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I was doing 5 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. doing freshman orientation and thinking senior year would be a blast&lt;br /&gt;2. running up the sandhill for conditioning&lt;br /&gt;3. dating an RM that all the older girls got mad at me for. haha sorry.&lt;br /&gt;4. going to the Black Eyed Peas Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat a real breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat/drink a scrumptious malt&lt;br /&gt;3. watch I love the milenium&lt;br /&gt;4. realize that I have tons to do at work - kind of looking forward to being full time next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 shows I stop for when flipping through channels:&lt;br /&gt;1. all countdowns on VH-1&lt;br /&gt;2. Reba&lt;br /&gt;3. King of Queens&lt;br /&gt;4. America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Biggest Joys of My Life Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. its summertime&lt;br /&gt;2. my mom is in town =)&lt;br /&gt;3. my work&lt;br /&gt;4. my new phone. how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things that you might not know about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm anal about the organization of my closet&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like these tag things but I do them anyway&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been to Disneyworld more times than I can count but don't love Disney&lt;br /&gt;4. I HATE feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Tara because she usually does these things, and anyone else who feels inclined to can tag themselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1598495317055543708?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1598495317055543708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1598495317055543708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1598495317055543708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1598495317055543708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-tag-tag.html' title='tag tag tag'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-6901856644534534816</id><published>2008-06-18T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:20:25.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How-To Hickey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web.syr.edu/%7Enjweiler/hickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://web.syr.edu/%7Enjweiler/hickey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I have a friend Jane*. Jane had a fun night last night. She has a friend, John*. Jane and John made out awhile ago and started talking again. They had a fun adventurous night last night that lasted into the morning. I got a call this morning telling me about this hot make out session AND she let me know that she got a hickey. She made me look up some info about hickeys and I came across this lovely information from the ROMANCE CLASS website!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is a Hickey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hickey is actually broken blood vessels beneath the skin. It's sort of like a bruise, if you got hit with a baseball and the impact broke the blood vessels. But&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; instead of being caused by a foul ball, it's caused by the other person's mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do You Give a Hickey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do is put your mouth against the side of their neck, in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kissing shape&lt;/span&gt;. You leave your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mouth slightly open&lt;/span&gt; in the middle, like you're saying the letter "O". &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now you suck in! &lt;/span&gt;You suck the skin into your mouth, in essence hurting it, and causing the blood vessels to break. This turns that circular area bright red. It doesn't take long, maybe 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;How Long does a Hickey Last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hickey is a bruise. Just like any other bruise you get on your body, it will fade when your body heals. There's no set rate. Some people heal quickly, some people heal slowly. It all depends on your own body. You must have been bruised before in your life! So you know how long bruises tend to last ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do I Hide my Hickey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; A hickey is put there to show up! It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mark of I-Was-Here&lt;/span&gt;. Why else did you get a hickey on your neck? But let's assume that some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wild hickey attacker got to you &lt;/span&gt;and now you have to hide the evidence. Again, it's a bruise. It won't just vanish with warm water or cold water or lukewarm water. You can get make-up concealer and try that, to cover it while it fades away naturally. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wear turtlenecks or scarves&lt;/span&gt;. If you tend to be a really slow healer, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;take vitamins and eat healthy food&lt;/span&gt; so your body has half a chance of healing up well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stand in dark corners :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will NOT work to put water, ice, eye drops, or aspirin on your hickey. This is a bruise. Blood vessels are broken, they need to mend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel free to do further investigation http://www.romanceclass.com/miscr/howto/hickey.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed for anonymity and picture is random from google, not of actual suspect, in order to conceal identity. Real suspect wouldn't let me take a picture. lame.&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/123975557765061040-6901856644534534816?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/6901856644534534816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=6901856644534534816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6901856644534534816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6901856644534534816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/06/hickey.html' title='How-To Hickey'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-6456451601706073758</id><published>2008-06-15T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:13:10.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.N.T.I.</title><content type='html'>I went to the Manti Pageant this past week  and  saw LOTS of interesting things!  We'll start with the protesters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize you can't really read this, but apparently we are for abortion?? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYEheEwv6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Scw8r00GeVA/s1600-h/Manti+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYEheEwv6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Scw8r00GeVA/s400/Manti+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212358591783157666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people also think we're racist.. too bad there's so many misconceptions&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYGRRBZG7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e10zJ7rtcvI/s1600-h/Manti+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYGRRBZG7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e10zJ7rtcvI/s400/Manti+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212360512424713138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you  wish you had this snazzy tie-died CROSS  shirt!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYFHaa_ubI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vGRxkBtxums/s1600-h/Manti+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYFHaa_ubI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vGRxkBtxums/s400/Manti+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212359243637701042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I realized why so many people think Mormons are weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;modern day pioneer woman crossing the plains by herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX9Tws9laI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4KMVmUOLan0/s1600-h/Manti+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX9Tws9laI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4KMVmUOLan0/s400/Manti+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212350659684046242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pioneers walking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX9gv5ziXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8XhgLf_4a3Y/s1600-h/Manti+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX9gv5ziXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8XhgLf_4a3Y/s400/Manti+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212350882807777650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the look-out, fenced off from the normal world&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX-FIslBuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H4rphpT2NSw/s1600-h/Manti+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX-FIslBuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H4rphpT2NSw/s400/Manti+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212351507938477794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Indians with dreads...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX90kxx6CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/36hbyyPNtzo/s1600-h/Manti+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX90kxx6CI/AAAAAAAAAE4/36hbyyPNtzo/s400/Manti+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212351223418710050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me with more weirdos (my fave is the guy with no face bec of his ginormous headdress)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX-dvFQ6_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/aD41ioxVNF8/s1600-h/Manti+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX-dvFQ6_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/aD41ioxVNF8/s400/Manti+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212351930559425522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But in all seriousness, it was a good pageant. got to know the story about the BoM, etc. had some good times with people from the ward. so here's some of the friendly pics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey liked taking pictures with the characters too! They were just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYCvgRaEcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RppsRvl2zZw/s1600-h/Manti+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYCvgRaEcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RppsRvl2zZw/s400/Manti+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212356633867981250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the sweet meditation in the air:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX_5zfZV0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7JWuhijhlK4/s1600-h/Manti+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFX_5zfZV0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7JWuhijhlK4/s400/Manti+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212353512290735938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYAciXFrZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mQDNwKrgsC0/s1600-h/Manti+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYAciXFrZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mQDNwKrgsC0/s400/Manti+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354108987911570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYBFVi0DiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cMLsfSoqGZE/s1600-h/Manti+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYBFVi0DiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cMLsfSoqGZE/s400/Manti+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212354809922063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYBaXHC8aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i1Lz8x4ACPs/s1600-h/Manti+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYBaXHC8aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i1Lz8x4ACPs/s400/Manti+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212355171119722914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYB8JDSxOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fXygZIGzMhE/s1600-h/Manti+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYB8JDSxOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fXygZIGzMhE/s400/Manti+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212355751461438690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and the Manti Temple... its beautiful during the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYEE-RGbTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8cpwbrArzlY/s1600-h/Manti+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYEE-RGbTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8cpwbrArzlY/s400/Manti+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212358102208638258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYDblj6TPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TSYXPtLKjww/s1600-h/Manti+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYDblj6TPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TSYXPtLKjww/s400/Manti+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212357391202012402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYDv6uWZyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DLgy714rlpc/s1600-h/Manti+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYDv6uWZyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/DLgy714rlpc/s400/Manti+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212357740480325410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-6456451601706073758?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/6456451601706073758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=6456451601706073758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6456451601706073758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6456451601706073758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/06/manti.html' title='M.A.N.T.I.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SFYEheEwv6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Scw8r00GeVA/s72-c/Manti+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2432846914756921890</id><published>2008-06-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:25:07.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penelope May . . . and a promise</title><content type='html'>So Miss Mirilynn has been giving me a hard time about not blogging enough since her life is boring and instead of calling me to hang out or even talk, she insists that I be better at updating my blog. For Miri: I promise to update my blog more often and hope that your life will be more fulfilling by reading about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was little Penelope May's 1st month of being alive and Landon and I went up to Ogden for her blessing. Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Mommy Lisha with her precious&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://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyfyK7VHLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zKFpM6u_-ss/s1600-h/Penelope%27s+Blessing+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyfyK7VHLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zKFpM6u_-ss/s400/Penelope%27s+Blessing+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209714553236298930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off the dress Grandma Parmenter made for her&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://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyfXZIgFSI/AAAAAAAAADw/9F8zQzujSU0/s1600-h/Penelope%27s+Blessing+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyfXZIgFSI/AAAAAAAAADw/9F8zQzujSU0/s400/Penelope%27s+Blessing+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209714093193172258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's spoiled. Always held.&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://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEygR0tX0-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OrJyKgG79jo/s1600-h/Penelope%27s+Blessing+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEygR0tX0-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OrJyKgG79jo/s400/Penelope%27s+Blessing+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209715097027990498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to take pictures with her... the old roomies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyh9bxLAJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DONGo8m90Ks/s1600-h/Penelope%27s+Blessing+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyh9bxLAJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DONGo8m90Ks/s400/Penelope%27s+Blessing+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209716945758912658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyg_V1yMuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mE3rvD2Z8vM/s1600-h/Penelope%27s+Blessing+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyg_V1yMuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mE3rvD2Z8vM/s400/Penelope%27s+Blessing+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209715879015756514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha thought a  flower the same size as Penelope's head would be a good idea. I  have a feeling this is the same look she's gonna have on her face  when Penelope sees this picture years down the  road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyhPKvkmuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4byf97QuYpo/s1600-h/Penelope%27s+Blessing+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyhPKvkmuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4byf97QuYpo/s400/Penelope%27s+Blessing+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209716150914816738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2432846914756921890?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2432846914756921890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2432846914756921890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2432846914756921890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2432846914756921890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/06/penelope-may-and-promise.html' title='Penelope May . . . and a promise'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEyfyK7VHLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zKFpM6u_-ss/s72-c/Penelope%27s+Blessing+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8460546649555738693</id><published>2008-06-07T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:00:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to the Cooks</title><content type='html'>My beloved little brother is on his mission right now in Houston and the Cooks came to the rescue with a Strawberry Shortcake... allowing him to have a little piece of home and still remember his birthday. THANK YOU TO THE COOKS for being so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt0uXbNEKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PHQvIl4tHpY/s1600-h/Elder+Ahsue+-+Katy,+TX+6-7-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt0uXbNEKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PHQvIl4tHpY/s400/Elder+Ahsue+-+Katy,+TX+6-7-08.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209385733895032994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt02-f4JII/AAAAAAAAADY/jOq0G_P5hzY/s1600-h/Elder+Ahsue+and+companion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt02-f4JII/AAAAAAAAADY/jOq0G_P5hzY/s400/Elder+Ahsue+and+companion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209385881822569602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt1QdwOsMI/AAAAAAAAADo/3gbWneEibtA/s1600-h/Elder+Ahsue+and+unidentified+operatives.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt1QdwOsMI/AAAAAAAAADo/3gbWneEibtA/s400/Elder+Ahsue+and+unidentified+operatives.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209386319709384898" 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/123975557765061040-8460546649555738693?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8460546649555738693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8460546649555738693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8460546649555738693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8460546649555738693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/06/ode-to-cooks.html' title='Ode to the Cooks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SEt0uXbNEKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PHQvIl4tHpY/s72-c/Elder+Ahsue+-+Katy,+TX+6-7-08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-341205871917754685</id><published>2008-06-06T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:16:26.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done Settlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Fifteen minutes left to throw me together&lt;br /&gt;For mister right now, not mister forever&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I even try when I know how it ends&lt;br /&gt;Looking like another "maybe we could be friends"&lt;br /&gt;I've been leaving it up to fate&lt;br /&gt;It's my life so it's mine to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling for just getting by&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shooting too low, so raise the bar high&lt;br /&gt;Just enough ain't enough this time&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling for anything less than everything, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some good red wine and my brand new shoes&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance a blue streak around my living room&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on love and try how it feels&lt;br /&gt;With my heart wide open now you know I will&lt;br /&gt;Find what it means to be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who changed her mind and changed her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling for just getting by&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shooting too low, so raise the bar high&lt;br /&gt;Just enough ain't enough this time&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling for anything less than everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling for just getting by&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shooting too low, so raise the bar high&lt;br /&gt;Just enough ain't enough this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling for just getting by&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shooting too low, so raise the bar high&lt;br /&gt;I ain't settling no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise the bar high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sugarland&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/123975557765061040-341205871917754685?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/341205871917754685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=341205871917754685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/341205871917754685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/341205871917754685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/06/fifteen-minutes-left-to-throw-me.html' title='Done Settlin'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1210702545041423172</id><published>2008-05-28T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:16:23.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Parenting</title><content type='html'>No lie.... this is the outfit this MOM was rockin WITH her kids at Boondocks. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SD4RYTuV3KI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wt_v8LyoMqE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SD4RYTuV3KI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wt_v8LyoMqE/s400/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205617328596049058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sorry its blurry! I turned off the flash hoping not to get caught&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1210702545041423172?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1210702545041423172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1210702545041423172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1210702545041423172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1210702545041423172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-parenting.html' title='Good Parenting'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SD4RYTuV3KI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wt_v8LyoMqE/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-4454891748378140769</id><published>2008-04-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:38:53.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Herald Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SBKjXAmhftI/AAAAAAAAADA/942VdWJN2Zk/s1600-h/2423704855_30332069fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SBKjXAmhftI/AAAAAAAAADA/942VdWJN2Zk/s400/2423704855_30332069fe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193392936005500626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARK JOHNSTON/Daily Herald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students Dan Lyman, right, and Amanda Ah Sue wrestle in chocolate pudding at the Glen Woods Apartments in Provo Friday, April 18, 2008. With a kiddy pool and 300 pounds of chocolate pudding, a group of BYU and UVSC students wrestled each other while onlookers photographed and recorded the individual and tag-team matches. Interested in pudding wrestling for a future party event? "We're hoping to make a company out of it eventually," said Lyman who organized the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! Pudding Wrestling is so amazing that the Daily Herald had to stop by to take pictures! It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; amazing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-4454891748378140769?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/4454891748378140769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=4454891748378140769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4454891748378140769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/4454891748378140769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/04/daily-herald-baby.html' title='Daily Herald Baby!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SBKjXAmhftI/AAAAAAAAADA/942VdWJN2Zk/s72-c/2423704855_30332069fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5746641371252211409</id><published>2008-04-10T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:10:00.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flava Flav at BYU!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adampwsmith.com/gallery/flava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 560px;" src="http://www.adampwsmith.com/gallery/flava.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to my class this morning, there was a skinny black man who looked like FLAVA FLAV walking across campus with headphones on and yelling out his raps as he walked/danced along. I was SO SAD that I didn't have my camera with me so the rest of you could have your day made just as I did. Of all places, never thought I would see this at BYU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-5746641371252211409?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5746641371252211409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5746641371252211409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5746641371252211409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5746641371252211409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/04/flava-flav-at-byu.html' title='Flava Flav at BYU!?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7209385347277471306</id><published>2008-03-18T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:12:27.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mY liFe</title><content type='html'>all of a sudden I feel like I am seriously lagging in the blogging world... here is what I've been up to lately...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cco.com/images/novell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cco.com/images/novell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's right... Novell has taken over my world lately... but its not all bad... I'm getting an even better feel for this career and I'm enjoying it. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna stay on and its just fun... I went up to a party Sunday night, got tons of free food--including about 5 different kinds of shrimp AND an ice cream bar! I also get free food all week as long as I'm in Salt Lake... that makes me want to eat more than usual JUST because its free and there's so much of it! So... for the next little while, I'll pretty much be living in Salt Lake and commuting to school in Provo instead of the other way around... AND I also stayed in the Hilton BY MYSELF Sunday night, and it was AMAZING!! I decided that is the bed I want whenever I have to buy a bed.... AMAZING king size bed... I want to live in that hotel! So tonight... I'm heading up to Salt Lake again! Wednesday night Frank Caliendo is opening for Collective Soul... cool that I get to go for free, but also glad that I have earplugs for the night because I've been assigned to regulate the mosh pit! Hopefully I'll still be alive Thursday night... I'll eat plenty for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO... because I was inspired by Jessie to post this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE should come to the BYU luau! there's gonna be a fireknife dancer this year and I really think everyone would have a good time! Bring all of your friends/family/cousins/coworkers/lovers. Its only $5 for (all) students and $7 for general public... its in the Marriott center this year for the 1st time!!! Its gonna be really good, but we also need everyone to come so we can do it there again! If you're lazy or not a student, I'll go get tickets for you, so just let me know! Next Wednesday, March 26--show starts at 730, its open seating. there will also be tickets sold at the door. I recommend you get there a little early cuz guarantee there will be little polynesian kids running around to save seats as soon as the doors open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R-APX1XokVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jo8btmfl-vM/s1600-h/luau50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R-APX1XokVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jo8btmfl-vM/s320/luau50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179156473613685074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the ladies... you can come to see hot guys like Sam!! and you guys can come see the girls shake it... what more motivation do you need??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... the third thing that has been taking up my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/1225274637_85fac883b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 357px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/1225274637_85fac883b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bane of my existence! so much reading, so many papers!! I guess I'm learning a lot... and my writing class should wind down a bit but I've had at least one paper due a week for that class, plus other papers. I would like to put all of the papers together that I've ever written in college and see how ridiculously thick that thing would be! Have a 15-20 page term paper due Tuesday to top everything off... turn that in then go to the 5 HOUR dress rehearsal for luau... that's right people, we are putting a ridiculous amount of time into luau! that's why you should come!! so back to the school thing for a sec.. just can't wait to graduate! It seems so close! 20 more credits... spring and fall.. you can do it Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purepartydjs.com/files/images/Silhouette%20Dancing%20People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.purepartydjs.com/files/images/Silhouette%20Dancing%20People.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So finally... this is what I'm gonna be doing in 2 weeks when all of this craziness is over! Anyone down for clubbing? dancing? partying? whatever. I need to go out.. wherever there is music... count me in! aah!! what a thing to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7209385347277471306?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7209385347277471306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7209385347277471306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7209385347277471306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7209385347277471306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life.html' title='mY liFe'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R-APX1XokVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Jo8btmfl-vM/s72-c/luau50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-6307187983284415984</id><published>2008-03-13T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:19:20.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes!</title><content type='html'>maybe this can shed a little light onto the white trash world... they just want to change the world and get rid of this "perfect" image everyone has, right? but babies too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to make a baby ugly in just one little step!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4billybobteeth.com/images/lilvamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.4billybobteeth.com/images/lilvamp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-6307187983284415984?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/6307187983284415984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=6307187983284415984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6307187983284415984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/6307187983284415984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/03/yikes.html' title='yikes!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8473986475837756229</id><published>2008-03-11T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:48:31.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie's Fridge Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cooks is my frenz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R9dQtFXokUI/AAAAAAAAACw/ahDM9YoecYw/s1600-h/IMG00338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R9dQtFXokUI/AAAAAAAAACw/ahDM9YoecYw/s400/IMG00338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176695032151314754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever have those moments when you wish you had a little baby girl to draw pictures for you that you can put on your fridge? or do you revert back to the good old days when you're bored in geography class? I think this class is the best for random pictures and drawings to make me smile on a rainy day and last til I can eat and go tanning at 8-two essentials of life right now. . . can we just analyze this picture for a second? Please note my big bushy hair,  her mom and Jessica's side ponytail and the strategic placement of her dad, Jessie and Pono..suuuspicious! only two on the beach making trouble and Daddy is watching!! better be good! Also... it kind of looks like Jessie is smoking something.. don't know about that.&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/123975557765061040-8473986475837756229?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8473986475837756229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8473986475837756229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8473986475837756229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8473986475837756229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/03/jessies-fridge-art.html' title='Jessie&apos;s Fridge Art'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R9dQtFXokUI/AAAAAAAAACw/ahDM9YoecYw/s72-c/IMG00338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5528371839757720906</id><published>2008-03-06T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:37:29.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I was here:&lt;br /&gt;This past summer, this is where we went almost every morning. Please take me to the sun again! I'm so homesick for Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adrhi.com/Waimea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.adrhi.com/Waimea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, this is what I see when I leave my apartment. Maybe it isn't THIS bad anymore, but definitely a direct opposite of Hawaii or California. I'll take anywhere with warm sun right now. Utah is so deceiving. Even when it is sunny, its freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R9APMYjH31I/AAAAAAAAACg/RjWmR2N0lUQ/s1600-h/IMG00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R9APMYjH31I/AAAAAAAAACg/RjWmR2N0lUQ/s400/IMG00330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174652677271314258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Dori/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-5528371839757720906?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5528371839757720906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5528371839757720906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5528371839757720906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5528371839757720906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/03/trip-anyone.html' title='trip anyone?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/R9APMYjH31I/AAAAAAAAACg/RjWmR2N0lUQ/s72-c/IMG00330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1997800275096892123</id><published>2008-02-23T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:22:35.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what I would do without my sister</title><content type='html'>you're rights, sis.. I need to be me again. I am strong and I'm an individual.. time to start getting things done for myself. I'm the one I'll rely on and I'll just enjoy everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1997800275096892123?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1997800275096892123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1997800275096892123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1997800275096892123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1997800275096892123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-rights-sis.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I would do without my sister'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1183489182625037945</id><published>2008-02-19T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:36:59.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>would you like to stay on as in intern or part time? we know you've said you'd like to stay on... of course I want to stay! part time sounds good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1183489182625037945?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1183489182625037945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1183489182625037945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1183489182625037945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1183489182625037945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/02/would-you-like-to-stay-on-as-in-intern.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7343806450068596367</id><published>2008-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:41:24.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seatwave.com/FileStore/SEASON/IMAGE/super-bowl-xlii_001139_MainPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.seatwave.com/FileStore/SEASON/IMAGE/super-bowl-xlii_001139_MainPicture.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to know why the church feels the need to have a fireside on Super Bowl Sunday every year!! Every year, its the same thing... everyone says.. this is a test of your faith.. to see if you go to the fireside or watch the Super Bowl. The church doesn't have firesides every Sunday, so I want to know why they can't just make Super Bowl Sunday one of those Sundays! You know its coming up, just don't schedule it that day, don't make people chose and don't make them feel guilty about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7343806450068596367?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7343806450068596367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7343806450068596367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7343806450068596367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7343806450068596367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-freedom.html' title='Super Bowl Freedom'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8352839009123210754</id><published>2008-01-24T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:42:24.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SO BORED AND OVER THIS SOCIOLOGY CLASS. SOMEBODY FEED ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-8352839009123210754?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8352839009123210754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8352839009123210754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8352839009123210754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8352839009123210754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-bored-and-over-this-sociology.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-819791249303580495</id><published>2008-01-17T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:19:14.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>((*))_((*)) falling into place</title><content type='html'>I really like my classes, this year, everything. I was a little sketched out about some of my classes at first, but today was really good. I LOVE my philosophy of law class and for the first time, I loved my Nietzsche class today..  there was some good discussion about  it instead of just lecture. I'm still not sure about my sociology class, but I'll survive. Sociology of Urban life=History of cities=NOT what I was expecting, but I don't think it will be that hard. Phil 300... a lot of work and geography is def the padding in my schedule. I got my internship and LOVE it but wasn't intimidated at all until yesterday. They've been teaching me the computer system and all the technicalities...every time they show me more stuff, they ask if I'm overwhelmed yet. I can handle all of that just fine, but yesterday, I got to help out with the real stuff! Looking for ideas and pictures and helping get ready for a pitch... yikes! That's the stuff that's scary! I want to make sure that I do really well, make them feel like it was worth their time to have me and continue to impress them... its getting real, and THAT is when I get intimidated because I know that this stuff is what really matters! yikes. Lu'au... I love it but there is so much... it makes me so happy to dance and instruct and help. We need boys though! So if you're a guy and reading this, especially if you're tall, come do the Tahitian section!! And I'll probably even take you out to breakfast after as a thank you (or as a bribe) to get you to come... that's right... I am that desperate! Well.... I hope I get to hang out with all of my friends that I love... I want a good social life and some good physical activity... dancing?? I need to go dancing sometime soon! CANNOT WAIT! I HAVE ENERGY TO RELEASE! ah... life is so good right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-819791249303580495?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/819791249303580495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=819791249303580495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/819791249303580495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/819791249303580495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/01/falling-into-place.html' title='((*))_((*)) falling into place'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5506281399570127024</id><published>2008-01-15T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:16:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I got my internship!! Life is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-5506281399570127024?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5506281399570127024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5506281399570127024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5506281399570127024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5506281399570127024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2008/01/0o.html' title='0_o'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-5786398775417829928</id><published>2007-12-27T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:45:22.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting...waiting</title><content type='html'>so close! just wait a little longer! they like me but they're waiting to get it approved. come on...you know you want an intern! and what's more.. I would be the best intern!! aah... I can only hope and wait.. confidence is there but its all dependent on whether or not they can even take an intern! aaah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so bored at home. Its been really nice to be around family though. I feel old. I'm the person who comes home from school and doesn't do anything. I used to think people like this were weird and now I'm one of them! yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-5786398775417829928?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/5786398775417829928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=5786398775417829928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5786398775417829928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/5786398775417829928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/12/sittingwaiting.html' title='sitting...waiting'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-3104833968083389983</id><published>2007-12-21T23:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:03:19.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!!!</title><content type='html'>WITH FINALS, WITH PAPERS, WITH STRESSING, WITH WORKING (FOR NOW), WITH YOU, WITH PETITIONS, WITH RELYING ON ENERGY DRINKS, WITH MONEY PROBLEMS (FOR THE MOST PART), WITH THE SNOW, WITH BEING AWAY FROM MY FAMILY, WITH WORRYING, WITH HAVING TO WAKE UP EARLY, WITH IGNORING MY SOCIAL LIFE, WITH SPENDING ENDLESS HOURS STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never needed a vacation like I've needed one this year! Now all we have to do is sit and wait.. for the last petition to go through and get approved and to hear about my internship...soooo nerve racking! I want this so bad! I would seriously do anything for it and I'm really scared I won't get it now! Oh well...vacation mode and everything else is taken care of...I need to relax. breath in, breath out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-3104833968083389983?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/3104833968083389983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=3104833968083389983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3104833968083389983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3104833968083389983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/12/done.html' title='DONE!!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7996354596344743268</id><published>2007-12-19T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:24:13.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for once...a good unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I would be destroyed again but it gave me a breath of fresh air. Its weird and hard to explain but I feel like I now can really start new. Things are going well and when I thought that would come tumbling down, the opposite occurred. I'm hopefully going to get an internship for next semester...cross your fingers! I had high hopes at first, but then that got crushed a little. Still though, I have hope. This would be such an amazing opportunity and would really get me motivated to hurry and finish school so I can be out in the workforce! Things are going really well. School is a lot better--I can't believe how much studying I've done the past couple of weeks! Hopefully I will get a couple petitions sent in..I'm going home soon, I can focus on Lu'au then. This next semester is going to be CRAZY but that's the way I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7996354596344743268?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7996354596344743268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7996354596344743268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7996354596344743268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7996354596344743268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-oncea-good-unexpected.html' title='for once...a good unexpected'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8360146436069800472</id><published>2007-12-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:45:19.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once a spartan...always a spartan</title><content type='html'>trying SO hard to get through this semester! push through, work hard, be yourself, know your worth, know your potential, just because you haven't done it yet doesn't mean that you can't, just because you haven't written in awhile doesn't mean you can't write anymore, just because you think you may have lost, it doesn't mean that its over. You're not finished when you lose. You're finished when you quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-8360146436069800472?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8360146436069800472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8360146436069800472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8360146436069800472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8360146436069800472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-spartanalways-spartan.html' title='once a spartan...always a spartan'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7290858911847326181</id><published>2007-11-19T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:44:58.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>!HOME!</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING HOME IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS AND I'M SOOO EXCITED! TWO THANKSGIVING DINNERS, A WEDDING RECEPTION, FOOTBALL GAMES, MAYBE MAGIC MOUNTAIN, FAMILY, FRIENDS, VEGAS...I'LL GIVE YOU UPDATES WHEN I GET BACK, BUT JUST KNOW THAT I'M STOKED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7290858911847326181?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7290858911847326181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7290858911847326181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7290858911847326181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7290858911847326181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/11/home.html' title='!HOME!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-3692016439087846129</id><published>2007-11-14T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:34:55.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have become absolutely obsessed with this song!! Can't get enough of it! Just picture me singing this at the top of my lungs while I'm driving in my car! ..and if you see me walking around campus jammin out to my ipod with a mischievious smile on my face, you'll know this is what is gracing my ears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, change into that Victoria Secret thing that I likeAlrightOk, tonight your having me your way&lt;/strong&gt;Perfume, spray it therePut our love in the airNow put me right next to youFittin to raise the temp in the roomFirst rub my back like you doRight there, uh-uh, right there uhYou touch me like you &lt;strong&gt;careNow StopAnd let me repay you for the week that you've been thruWorking that 9-5 and staying cute, like you dooh, oh, oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;[Pre-Chorus:]I love it (I love it)You love it (You love it)Everytime (Everytime)We touchin (We touchin)I want it (I want it)You want it (You want it)I'll see you (see you)In the morning (In the morning)[Chorus:]&lt;strong&gt;I wanna put my fingers thru your hairWrap me up in your legsAnd love you till your eyes roll back&lt;/strong&gt; I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bedI'mma put you to bed, bed, bedThen I'ma rock your bodyTurn you overLove is warI'm your soldierTouching you like it's our first timeI'mma put you to bed, bed, bedI'ma put you to bed, bed, bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;[Verse 2:]I'm staring at you while your sleepYou replaced it for beautyPut my face up in your neck and breathe (aww, breathe)Take you into my sensesWake up, it's time to finishRound two, It's round twoMatter of fact it's closer to threeShe like, "how long I been sleep?"Shorty, kisses turn into the sweetest dreamsLike give it to me And I can feel her tell meMy angel this is wonderfulThanks, for letting me bless yaCome down, fly, right, drift back into heavenOh, Oh, Oh, Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;[Pre-Chorus:]I love it (I love it)You love it (You love it)Everytime (Everytime)We touchin (We touchin)I want it (I want it)You want it (You want it)I'll see you (see you)In the morning (In the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;strong&gt;I wanna put my fingers thru your hairWrap me up in your legsAnd love you till your eyes roll back &lt;/strong&gt;I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bedI'mma put you to bed, bed, &lt;strong&gt;bedThen I'ma rock your bodyTurn you overLove is warI'm your soldierTouching you like it's our first timeI'mma put you to bed&lt;/strong&gt;, bed, bedI'ma put you to bed, bed, bed[Bridge:]Watch the sunlight peak over the horizonsOu-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-OuSun ain't the only thing that's shiningOu-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-Ou, Ou-OuNow, I'mma send you out into the world with my love Tell everybody aye, aye, aye [x10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;strong&gt;I wanna put my fingers thru your hairWrap me up in your legsAnd love you till your eyes roll back&lt;/strong&gt; I'm tryin to put you to bed, bed, bedI'mma put you to bed, bed, bedThen I'ma rock your bodyTurn you overLove is warI'm your soldier &lt;strong&gt;Touching you like it's our first time&lt;/strong&gt; I'mma put you to bed, bed, bedI'ma put you to bed, bed, bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;*j. holiday_bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-3692016439087846129?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/3692016439087846129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=3692016439087846129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3692016439087846129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/3692016439087846129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/11/obsessed.html' title='OBSESSED'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2468817766011524432</id><published>2007-11-13T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:01:48.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TaG...yOu'vE reAd..yOu dO</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Landon and I was trying to figure out what exactly to do..Tara's said to list 6 facts/habits about yourself so here are six things, and tag yourself once you read mine. I'm not gonna give too many details on all of them, but here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) I VALUE friendship and honesty moreso than I feel a lot of people do. For the most part, if you're honest, I'll like you. You can be a b*tch, but if you're honest about it, I don't usually have a problem with you. If you feel strongly enough to say something about someone, I feel like you should be able to say it to their face. I'll do anything for my friends and I expect that I will still be friends with the majority of the people I'm friends with in years from now even if we don't live in the same state. I think its unbelievable how strong a bond of friendship can be. For me, everything comes down to respect and love (I know I'm sounding hippy..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) I HATE gossip and lies. I don't really think that needs explanation, but I think one of the lowest things a person can do is talk about another person. (and I know that its something we all fall into ever now and then, but I think we should be conscious of it and at least make our best effort to prevent it whenever possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I COULDN'T IMAGINE living without my family. My parents provide unbelievable support for me. They always encourage me and push me to be my best because they know what I'm capable of. My brothers, even though they're younger than me, teach me so much. Each one of them teaches me something different. I would not be the person I am today without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) SOMETIMES I LIKE dirty songs and scandalous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) I CAN'T WAIT to be working full time. Also, I can't wait to be out of school, which I guess they kind of go hand in hand. I've been working on my resume and have a friend who is going to send it out once I'm done. Also, a guy in my ward (who I had a very interesting conversation with the other day) has a sister who works at a marketing company, I believe in Lindon...they just had some people leave, they're looking for interns AND they're working on getting their interns paid. No garantees, but I'm sOoo excited! He gave me her number and I think I'll give her a call tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) MY DOUBLE EDGED SWORD is philosophy. I enjoy it and it is my major but I'm starting to get antsy an want to finish school. I don't enjoy writing papers as much as I used to. Although I love the content of my readings and have good conversations about them, I don't feel like putting as much time aside for it because I'm starting to get really lazy in the school department. I created the dilemma..I love it but I'm lazy and so not putting as much effort into in comparison to how much I love it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a very interesting thing to do...and for those who enjoy doing stuff like this, here's another interesting one...write 10 statements, intended for different people, things you've always wanted to tell them, never tell which one is to who. That was one of the coolest things I've ever done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2468817766011524432?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2468817766011524432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2468817766011524432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2468817766011524432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2468817766011524432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagyouve-readyou-do.html' title='TaG...yOu&apos;vE reAd..yOu dO'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-8882789356025663387</id><published>2007-11-06T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:06:34.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pouring of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just decided that i love facebook i love boys i love life right now im really happy and its the first time ive really been happy since about august when i had to leave hawaii still miss that place like crazy had so many good friends and family we always went bowling waimea dancing movies zippys always walking down to the beach not really worrying about anything for the majority of the summer spending tons of time getting to know my auntie uncle and cousins working for photo poly thinking that sometime i am going to meet someone who has a picture with me already meeting elder uchtdorf the summer was so much fun and relaxed and i really could have spent more time there this past friday when i threw a party was the first time since then that i really felt like myself i am starting to enjoy more things again even though i am having a hard time remembering some things which is really getting on my nerves i am meeting people and i feel like i am engaging in a lot of activities that i really love and bring true satisfaction to my life i want to just keep writing on how right now i just enjoy life and love everything about it the bad is gone and its time to move on no more stressing and worrying yes i have things that i need to focus on like school but i just need to push forward with a positive attitude and allow myself to be myself once again i need to manage my time well and have a lot going on in my life because i am always happiest when i am busiest i am a people person and have to be around people to be happy too i am definately not a person who could work in a cubicle for the rest of my life i need interaction i am happy i am blissful i am myself and i love that love love love i still am in contact with good friends that ive made a while ago and that makes me happy too i have true strong friendships and i find that that is something of true rare value im just happy and i want to continue talking about it because usually the only thing people spend a lot of time talking about is venting but i think it is really important to concentrate and put time into thinking about all of the good things in life as well i am seeing that i am a good networking person i cant wait to get started on my career i want to have a career i cant wait to work full time i want to be done with school so i can do that but it is scary at the same time as well i want to travel all over the place but im scared that that is going to make it harder to have and keep and spend time with friends as well i think it would be fun to have a big change i would like to live in a big city like new york or miami for a couple of years i want to have a good career and i dont really think i want to get married too quickly i have a lot of goals and dreams and i really want to accomplish them furthermore i think that i will accomplish them i am going to be successful and have very righteous loving children and a wonderful husband someday who is going to love and respect me with all of his heart but that isnt necessariy going to be very soon i am excited for life even though it can be scary i am excited to finish school even though i am nervous about it im excited im happy im blissful i love life and i love me and its a really good place to be in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-8882789356025663387?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/8882789356025663387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=8882789356025663387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8882789356025663387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/8882789356025663387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/11/pouring-of-thoughts.html' title='pouring of thoughts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7648268594850572522</id><published>2007-10-31T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:12:50.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Adah</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life is a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ret sa ocrel lora si efil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7648268594850572522?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7648268594850572522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7648268594850572522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7648268594850572522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7648268594850572522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/10/tribute-to-adah.html' title='A Tribute to Adah'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-1566055280203144786</id><published>2007-10-30T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T11:34:32.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dRama and pOison...</title><content type='html'>I hate drama and can anyone tell me why there is so much of it right now? Person A: makes dumb decisions and doesn't care about anyone but herself-won't listen to her friends and will do anything just to save face. pathetic. do I even know who she is anymore? How did I become such good friends with her? She's selfish and stupid-literally makes really dumb choices but everyone thinks she's an angel. There's so much I have to do and dealing with all this drama just isn't going to fit into my schedule right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a random note, I love Miri and the Poisonwood Bible, can't believe I haven't finished it yet, can't wait to finish it and also want Miri to read it so we can make our own little book club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-1566055280203144786?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/1566055280203144786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=1566055280203144786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1566055280203144786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/1566055280203144786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/10/drama-and-poison.html' title='dRama and pOison...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-349651370374251316</id><published>2007-10-25T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:24:10.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bOth hEre &amp; theRe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;putting Erika and Amanda in a room=half of a productive person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe God makes people depressed so that they can be humbled. Maybe sometimes you have to be brought down to a low in order to make you realize that you need help from other people and that you can't do everything yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OH DAVE! ..the boot guy &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want a brown eyed blues ringback tone, and for the record Jessie, I can't find a morning ride one either but I'm working on changing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to find a halloween costume--marilyn monroe? I feel a blond whig.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;throwing a party with Laura Bertoli hopefully next weekend, play the music ourselves or have 801 underground dj? true blue theme?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe I haven't been to any football games yet! Usually, I'm such a good fan! What is going on?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate drama! Having drama in my own life and having to deal with other people's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM STRONG.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't hold on or find distractions, but I take the time to actually get over things so that I can truly move on and have it be gone from worries. Its not fair to hold on to your emotions if you are using another person as your distraction-its not fair to the distraction because then that's all they are and shouldn't you value people more than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crank dat soulja boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh irritations with simple things. why can't people just get stuff?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;queen bee should be killer bee and killer bee should be honey bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;why doesn't anyone ever dance at a ward function, but if people from the ward get together, they're always down to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously, why can't we just get a college diploma without doing the work? It would be so much more fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could be a good friend for the rest of my life and have THAT be my career!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grudges are so awkward and unnecessary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I like my married friends who I still hang out with even though they're married! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have not seen my sister in FOREVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am very insulted when I tell a good friend something they need to hear because I care about them and they believe a stranger over me because they are too afraid of facing the bitter truth that they are in a situation where they are allowing themselves to be used and abused like they are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it when people treat my friends like crap, but it sucks worse when there isn't anything I can do about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;why are there so many people who don't value friendship, truth, anything real and deep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want to be with a guy who is going to love me unconditionally and more than everything. It sucks that that is so hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hope I can get an internship this next summer so that I can really start moving toward the next phase in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you mind if we just get a little freaky tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;some text just isn't meant to be small&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/123975557765061040-349651370374251316?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/349651370374251316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=349651370374251316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/349651370374251316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/349651370374251316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/10/rand0m.html' title='bOth hEre &amp; theRe'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2056770040605769093</id><published>2007-10-20T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:28:31.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY HEARTY</title><content type='html'>I freakin love Jessie Cook and Ashlyn! We went out to a couple parties last night, got food even though Ashlyn wasn't satisfied with anything other than arbys and then we just laughed and talked about nonsense and made Jessie put together her own Tahitian costume..she was inspired by the Tahiti Fete! Seriously..just look at this picture and try to honestly tell me you wouldn't completely love these girls and never be able to get enough laughs with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/RxpEWmNoIFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aH5ey_PHkj4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123482681092874322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/RxpEWmNoIFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aH5ey_PHkj4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Jessie was trying to fight the camera..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2056770040605769093?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2056770040605769093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2056770040605769093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2056770040605769093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2056770040605769093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/10/party-hearty.html' title='PARTY HEARTY'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/RxpEWmNoIFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aH5ey_PHkj4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-2764711211154844130</id><published>2007-10-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:00:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating Philosophy</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just going crazy because I just started this blog, but I have so many thoughts on my mind. There are definately times when I feel like giving up on philosophy and just don't want to work hard anymore. Sometimes I wonder why I am studying this, but then I'll read something that just hits me and for some reason, even though I know it sounds crazy and unimportant to others, I just love it and it seems so eye opening that it should be studied by everyone. It coincides with the gospel and often gives further support or understanding to principles of the gospel or ways to obtain certain ends that we focus on. Some philosophers just put it the right way which makes you wonder how anyone could ever think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is precious? What is true happiness?&lt;br /&gt;"If I ask you whether there is anything more precious to you than your own self, you will say no. So if you are in possession of yourself you will possess something you would never wish to lose and something Fortune could never take away." -Boethius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-2764711211154844130?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/2764711211154844130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=2764711211154844130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2764711211154844130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/2764711211154844130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/10/appreciating-philosophy.html' title='Appreciating Philosophy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123975557765061040.post-7465438022848432146</id><published>2007-10-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:03:32.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...thoughts on BYU...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on the 4th floor of the JFSB, staring out the window at the gorgeous Utah Mountains and my thoughts are going crazy, leading themselves somewhat like they used to do a couple years ago. I know its cold outside and there is one peak with snow on it but the rest of what I can see is hit with warmth of the sun, deceiving those who look out into think they can walk outside and feel the warmth of the sun that they see hitting the mountains. I see the fall colors, giving life to the dead brown mountain. Why is it that no one at BYU rolls out of bed and goes to classes in their sweats? Why is it that if you do, you feel extremely awkward and out of place? BYU has Ivy League status. This is an amazing institution. We have so many resources at our fingertips. We have a beautiful campus. This is a highly respected University. The expectations are high of the school and consequently high of its students. We are not supposed to walk around treating this as if it were a Junior College that anyone could go to. The university is respected and so are we. We are expected to go on to do great things when we finish our education and we are all preparing to do so. Many people across campus are in professional dress every day. We are getting ready for the next phase of our life: ready already to take on the world and whatever it throws at us. Its amazing to me that BYU is as good of a school as it is, and I'm attending here. We have the best business school in the country-that just makes me want to major business. =) That's not happening though, I'm the pondering type. I'll stick my philosophy and be more practically productive when I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123975557765061040-7465438022848432146?l=missdori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/feeds/7465438022848432146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123975557765061040&amp;postID=7465438022848432146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7465438022848432146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123975557765061040/posts/default/7465438022848432146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missdori.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-on-byu.html' title='...thoughts on BYU...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07132362762235937838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gu0D7F5cRHc/SRn2cnWt-rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6_cEBw0nmMk/S220/face+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
