<?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-5809799299100137698</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:48:07.883-06:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='byu'/><category term='Life and all it&apos;s headaches'/><category term='football'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='relief'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Marci and Sarah</title><subtitle type='html'>separated at the hip. me-ow.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1115692150184159692</id><published>2010-10-17T00:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T00:13:56.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT3QwdNvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/T-x-Za1ISSA/s1600/DSCF3829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT3QwdNvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/T-x-Za1ISSA/s320/DSCF3829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528894070151001842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT3B3DZPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-J8COeglmEU/s1600/DSCF3828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT3B3DZPI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-J8COeglmEU/s320/DSCF3828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528894066152137970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT2_eEZuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yW_HUhD6JoI/s1600/DSCF3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT2_eEZuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yW_HUhD6JoI/s320/DSCF3826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528894065510475490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we always celebrate your birthday the same way every year? Since you are going home before your birthday this year we will have to celebrate it a little earlier, instead of at midnight the day of. But there must still be stamps, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1115692150184159692?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1115692150184159692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1115692150184159692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1115692150184159692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1115692150184159692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember-how-we-always-celebrate-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/TLqT3QwdNvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/T-x-Za1ISSA/s72-c/DSCF3829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1216980094899657600</id><published>2010-08-05T17:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:40:50.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blackmail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey marci,&lt;div&gt;remember this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL4dOQh0I/AAAAAAAABSQ/i8pWkp7Izio/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL4dOQh0I/AAAAAAAABSQ/i8pWkp7Izio/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502074803052382018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL3yE6AHI/AAAAAAAABSI/AAuvT_aj8ok/s1600/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL3yE6AHI/AAAAAAAABSI/AAuvT_aj8ok/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502074791470432370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL3CHnLjI/AAAAAAAABSA/ql7dgVZUcY8/s1600/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL3CHnLjI/AAAAAAAABSA/ql7dgVZUcY8/s400/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502074778596879922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL2vQx5KI/AAAAAAAABR4/BRFtGHPz3yE/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL2vQx5KI/AAAAAAAABR4/BRFtGHPz3yE/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502074773535057058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL2LA5SsI/AAAAAAAABRw/7nyo3ZIM3xI/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL2LA5SsI/AAAAAAAABRw/7nyo3ZIM3xI/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502074763804756674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1216980094899657600?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1216980094899657600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1216980094899657600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1216980094899657600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1216980094899657600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/08/blackmail.html' title='blackmail?'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/TFtL4dOQh0I/AAAAAAAABSQ/i8pWkp7Izio/s72-c/IMG_1563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4993172834920674597</id><published>2010-07-25T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:34:43.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here it comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;guess who's coming back to the states next weekend!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4993172834920674597?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4993172834920674597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4993172834920674597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4993172834920674597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4993172834920674597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-it-comes.html' title='here it comes...'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7961955273395692289</id><published>2010-05-18T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:15:46.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey marci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;summer 07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we wrote "harris 65 is so flipping sexy" on the mirror in the hallway and conner kept erasing the 'y' off of sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we had fhe at our apartment and i got upset about the seating arrangement of two people and so we skipped fhe and ate ice cream and eventually ended up outside, taking ridiculous pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we made fun of that arrogant kid in our new student orientation group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time you had an abundance of sauces at sonic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we were not-so-secretly twi-tards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall/winter 07-08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time your room was always like -20 degrees and so most of the time we were in there, we were huddled under the blankets on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember those times we'd sit in the kitchen and watch episode after episode after episode of arrested development?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we slept in the same room the last night we were in bowen 12 because we were the only two left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time one of the roommates had a mary kay lady over or something and she did your makeup, and when i got home from class, you came in my room and said something along the lines of "the mary kay lady made me a whore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the maeser man maids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we snuck like eight guys into the apartment past curfew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time i, intelligently, said something like, "her name is krystal hunter! like, she hunts crystals!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall/winter 08-09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time you quoted chris brown lyrics on my facebook wall and i had no idea what you were talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we sat on a rug in the middle of the living room and sang a whole new world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we drank chocolate milk out of champagne glasses and cleaned the carpets at like 1 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we laid on the floor and laughed at pretty much everything we said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time you fingerpainted poinsettias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time we creeped on that attractive guy at the suns game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall/winter 09-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how kate left like 2 billion otter pops in the freezer and we ended up eating them for every meal of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time you argued with people about whether or not dave and zach should play 'we're so far away' during their acoustic set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember what happened labor day weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that time you were a mime and refused to talk to anybody at dj shawny-shawn's halloween dance party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember our fake crushes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7961955273395692289?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7961955273395692289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7961955273395692289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7961955273395692289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7961955273395692289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-marci.html' title='hey marci...'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3579945312665246999</id><published>2010-04-22T17:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:58:25.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>The time has come again for Sarah and I to go our separate ways for the summer, and unfortunately this time, it is a little more permanent. We are no longer going to be roommates, but we are still going to be the BEST of FRIENDS. promise. So while Sarah goes home for spring term, only to come back the same day I leave for the Dominican Republic, we will stay in touch and maybe even keep updating this blog occasionally. But only if you are lucky. and by you i mean me and sarah as I am pretty sure we are the only two people who still read this thing. So Jolioli, congrats on finishing the semester strong, thanks for the extra help on the cleaning check, and I am glad you FINALLY made it onto a plane home. See you in 3ish months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3579945312665246999?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3579945312665246999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3579945312665246999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3579945312665246999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3579945312665246999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6072711747226723337</id><published>2010-04-18T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T19:18:50.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear marci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember that time we used to hang out with each other and incessantly take pictures of ourselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those were the days, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uuO61CeaI/AAAAAAAABHI/RNRcPkwNpqk/s1600/n589818689_275561_877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uuO61CeaI/AAAAAAAABHI/RNRcPkwNpqk/s400/n589818689_275561_877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461650544449976738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uvVKwszMI/AAAAAAAABHg/UmFdti5bRjU/s1600/n707581295_291812_9510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uvVKwszMI/AAAAAAAABHg/UmFdti5bRjU/s400/n707581295_291812_9510.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461651751317589186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uvUiRuOtI/AAAAAAAABHY/oR3slZuef-A/s1600/n707581295_324388_6058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uvUiRuOtI/AAAAAAAABHY/oR3slZuef-A/s400/n707581295_324388_6058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461651740450241234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uvUS2mmqI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ezFF5C6PXmY/s1600/n1167450093_30133483_6081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uvUS2mmqI/AAAAAAAABHQ/ezFF5C6PXmY/s400/n1167450093_30133483_6081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461651736309963426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6072711747226723337?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6072711747226723337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6072711747226723337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6072711747226723337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6072711747226723337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/04/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/S8uuO61CeaI/AAAAAAAABHI/RNRcPkwNpqk/s72-c/n589818689_275561_877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7163700501559748742</id><published>2010-02-06T13:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:42:45.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ImagineCup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey everyone! I have the amazing opportunity of competing in a video competition in Poland, but I need some help! Just go to the site below, watch at least 2 minutes of the film I produced with my friend Jonny, and then like/vote for the video! Then pass it on to all your friends! The more votes we get the better chance we have of going to Poland! Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaginecup.com/Competition/DisplayVideo.aspx?CompetitionId=39&amp;amp;TeamId=21643"&gt;Global Relationships start with the Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7163700501559748742?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7163700501559748742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7163700501559748742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7163700501559748742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7163700501559748742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/02/imaginecup.html' title='ImagineCup'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2198759847424272407</id><published>2010-01-05T20:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:37:23.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie madness</title><content type='html'>Watch this movie. It will change your life, for the better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tyNV6mGIGA"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hubert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like some history, here you go. In one of my classes last semester we did a unit on video, which meant we also got to make movies. So this is the movie that my group made. This was the most fun I have ever had working hard on a school project. Good thing I am in a video class this semester so I just get to make a bunch of movies all the time. I think I want to be a film maker. Not like it's hard, right... Hope you enjoy the movie, we enjoyed making it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2198759847424272407?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2198759847424272407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2198759847424272407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2198759847424272407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2198759847424272407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-madness.html' title='Movie madness'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-9087961616270475742</id><published>2009-12-23T09:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:13:28.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;christmas-ified zac says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO days until christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418465259206328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SzJBcerJwgI/AAAAAAAABAE/OUbm3pmbumw/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-9087961616270475742?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9087961616270475742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=9087961616270475742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9087961616270475742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9087961616270475742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/two.html' title='TWO'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SzJBcerJwgI/AAAAAAAABAE/OUbm3pmbumw/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6028027752593208968</id><published>2009-12-12T22:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:28:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sarah Jolioli's birthday! Her 21st to be exact. I hope you are all geting ready for this exciting landmark in her life. Maybe she will finally have people over to party this year.... ha, fat chance! Love you SJ and I am so excited for our birthday tradition! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SyR69RBlxNI/AAAAAAAAALc/WHfQRPj-hqw/s320/Photo+125.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414587844966859986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6028027752593208968?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6028027752593208968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6028027752593208968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6028027752593208968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6028027752593208968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SyR69RBlxNI/AAAAAAAAALc/WHfQRPj-hqw/s72-c/Photo+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3387632205923646181</id><published>2009-12-11T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:03:49.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear marci</title><content type='html'>dear marci--&lt;br /&gt;i made this for you.&lt;br /&gt;sometime, when we're both home, we'll make better ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyL58pU9ZPI/AAAAAAAAA_0/kxh3v0JFrdA/s1600-h/19da7d9cb12373250.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/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyL58pU9ZPI/AAAAAAAAA_0/kxh3v0JFrdA/s400/19da7d9cb12373250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414164522333988082" 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/5809799299100137698-3387632205923646181?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3387632205923646181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3387632205923646181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3387632205923646181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3387632205923646181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-marci.html' title='dear marci'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyL58pU9ZPI/AAAAAAAAA_0/kxh3v0JFrdA/s72-c/19da7d9cb12373250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7842521093263571</id><published>2009-12-10T22:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:48:32.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little too much fun with faceinhole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh boys, no need to fight.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfs4xEpI/AAAAAAAAA_c/G4OZiR8Oxdg/s1600-h/889e27d9ca17266b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfs4xEpI/AAAAAAAAA_c/G4OZiR8Oxdg/s400/889e27d9ca17266b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413864957910520466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newest member of glee, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfa6NXxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/GKu0TEEU9Z8/s1600-h/40da07d9ca17122975.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/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfa6NXxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/GKu0TEEU9Z8/s400/40da07d9ca17122975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413864953084731154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hanging with jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfCjkKgI/AAAAAAAAA_M/RjI_oWCDHfQ/s1600-h/8bf257d9ca163113223.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/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfCjkKgI/AAAAAAAAA_M/RjI_oWCDHfQ/s400/8bf257d9ca163113223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413864946547304962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry, elena. i get the sweet necklace now.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and your hot boyfriend.&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/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpeqweBII/AAAAAAAAA_E/cmXM6wuruQ0/s1600-h/7c7b67d9ca16361925f.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/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpeqweBII/AAAAAAAAA_E/cmXM6wuruQ0/s400/7c7b67d9ca16361925f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413864940158977154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHaGcr6_II/AAAAAAAAA-8/okl0C2_QyvI/s1600-h/hot+dang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHaGcr6_II/AAAAAAAAA-8/okl0C2_QyvI/s400/hot+dang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413848031390530690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this one's for you, caroline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpgEkFn2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/qHA2IywvaUw/s1600-h/81c7f7d9ca171c2c29b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpgEkFn2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/qHA2IywvaUw/s400/81c7f7d9ca171c2c29b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413864964266237794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7842521093263571?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7842521093263571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7842521093263571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7842521093263571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7842521093263571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-too-much-fun-with-faceinhole.html' title='a little too much fun with faceinhole'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SyHpfs4xEpI/AAAAAAAAA_c/G4OZiR8Oxdg/s72-c/889e27d9ca17266b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8969814592597450502</id><published>2009-12-02T12:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:32:36.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;christmas-ified zac says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23 days until christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SxbAkC1x7CI/AAAAAAAAA84/b1WdBViW-Ts/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SxbAkC1x7CI/AAAAAAAAA84/b1WdBViW-Ts/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410723727802493986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8969814592597450502?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8969814592597450502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8969814592597450502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8969814592597450502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8969814592597450502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-ified-zac-says-23-days-until.html' title='twenty three.'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SxbAkC1x7CI/AAAAAAAAA84/b1WdBViW-Ts/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7070792227117509852</id><published>2009-11-17T18:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:12:26.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i like this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so maybe we laugh harder than we should at this commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyaLAXKoHT4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyaLAXKoHT4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7070792227117509852?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7070792227117509852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7070792227117509852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7070792227117509852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7070792227117509852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-this-one.html' title='i like this one'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8366331898951902000</id><published>2009-10-11T23:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:13:15.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;confession:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still miss freshman year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLInqiPx2I/AAAAAAAAA54/MXXF5eXzlbM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391592287674287970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLInqiPx2I/AAAAAAAAA54/MXXF5eXzlbM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLInObf5tI/AAAAAAAAA5w/id2SvnF93Ew/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391592280129791698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLInObf5tI/AAAAAAAAA5w/id2SvnF93Ew/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591616250284658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLIAlSSinI/AAAAAAAAA5o/rZcZytk0q1Q/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLIABcYifI/AAAAAAAAA5g/p_FmF1i3QnU/s1600-h/woww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591606628944370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLIABcYifI/AAAAAAAAA5g/p_FmF1i3QnU/s400/woww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLH_15U12I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/RMrPMLT9mnY/s1600-h/DSCF1718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591603529111394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLH_15U12I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/RMrPMLT9mnY/s400/DSCF1718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLHrrfh3eI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/2nIVXHceTtE/s1600-h/DSCF1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591257139174882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLHrrfh3eI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/2nIVXHceTtE/s400/DSCF1630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLHqX9kawI/AAAAAAAAA5A/95gxbaoQ9yQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391591234716592898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLHqX9kawI/AAAAAAAAA5A/95gxbaoQ9yQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGlTczj6I/AAAAAAAAA44/j_2wjgDJZI8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590048094457762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGlTczj6I/AAAAAAAAA44/j_2wjgDJZI8/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGkqSzVEI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4_JjnY0FuMY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590037046645826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGkqSzVEI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4_JjnY0FuMY/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGkasbNvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/asceCdICXmw/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590032859150066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGkasbNvI/AAAAAAAAA4o/asceCdICXmw/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGjiVAheI/AAAAAAAAA4g/t3lBhfwuEsw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590017728546274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGjiVAheI/AAAAAAAAA4g/t3lBhfwuEsw/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGjFdfQHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SydwIwpJIAU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590009979486322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLGjFdfQHI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SydwIwpJIAU/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLE0U5tdaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/nj_Cml4TCV0/s1600-h/5737900-R1-014-5A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391588107158910370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLE0U5tdaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/nj_Cml4TCV0/s400/5737900-R1-014-5A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLEz9Ih9SI/AAAAAAAAA4I/iU-c6Vay1Pc/s1600-h/yay+a+better+group+picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391588100778620194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLEz9Ih9SI/AAAAAAAAA4I/iU-c6Vay1Pc/s400/yay+a+better+group+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLEXAunXJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-Je_0nu9fPY/s1600-h/yay,+the+diverse+hair+trio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391587603527457938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLEXAunXJI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-Je_0nu9fPY/s400/yay,+the+diverse+hair+trio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8366331898951902000?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8366331898951902000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8366331898951902000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8366331898951902000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8366331898951902000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession-i-still-miss-freshman-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/StLInqiPx2I/AAAAAAAAA54/MXXF5eXzlbM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6287456864884856933</id><published>2009-10-04T20:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:18:53.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>liiiiike</title><content type='html'>so, its no secret that i absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; when things that i like get really popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i obsessed over twilight for a bit--like TWO YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;edward cullen was my dream man--like TWO YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;i wished vampires were real--like TWO YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything about twilight.&lt;br /&gt;i hate whiny whiny bella.&lt;br /&gt;i hate angsty edward.&lt;br /&gt;i hate fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;"LIIIIKE OMG. EDWARD, BITE MEEEEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;and i especially hate when people say its better than harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;like heck it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i always hope that things that i like don't go mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;and by mainstream, i mean like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAINSTREAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;disgustingly, you-can't-go-anywhere-without-hearing-about-it mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;i hate looking like a trend follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hoping and praying and crossing my fingers that the hunger games doesn't turn into the next twilight.&lt;br /&gt;that girls don't start claiming to be on TEAM PEETA or TEAM GALE.&lt;br /&gt;that girls don't turn into freak shows who only ever talk about peeta and how HOT he is&lt;br /&gt;and that they don't make a TERRIBLE FREAKING MOVIE based on the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i WANT them to make a movie.&lt;br /&gt;but if it ends up like the twilight movie&lt;br /&gt;--and they pick an ugly guy to play peeta (like they did with edward)&lt;br /&gt;--and they pick people who can't act at all (*ahem* KRISTEN STEWART)&lt;br /&gt;i'm boycotting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my choice for peeta?&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM MOSELEY.&lt;br /&gt;he IS peeta mellark.&lt;br /&gt;mmhmmmmm yes please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sslr6yK0j0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Dn9r65qamIU/s1600-h/zx63CKAqRmkrlzx2W9kUqdGXo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sslr6yK0j0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Dn9r65qamIU/s400/zx63CKAqRmkrlzx2W9kUqdGXo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388957086769254210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6287456864884856933?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6287456864884856933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6287456864884856933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6287456864884856933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6287456864884856933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/10/liiiiike.html' title='liiiiike'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sslr6yK0j0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Dn9r65qamIU/s72-c/zx63CKAqRmkrlzx2W9kUqdGXo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-9151422858076045784</id><published>2009-09-30T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:36:20.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere, Like such as...</title><content type='html'>I am in L.O.V.E. with Cory Monteith. There is nothing that can be done about it. I don't care that he is from Canada, I don't care that he is 7 years older than me, I don't care that he used to be a wal-mart greeter (Which reminds me, have you been to &lt;a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SsQjhv9cg-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fUbaMR0KHYU/s1600-h/1242670536.77306.corymonteith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SsQjhv9cg-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fUbaMR0KHYU/s320/1242670536.77306.corymonteith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470116958798818" 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/5809799299100137698-9151422858076045784?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9151422858076045784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=9151422858076045784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9151422858076045784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9151422858076045784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/everywhere-like-such-as.html' title='Everywhere, Like such as...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SsQjhv9cg-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fUbaMR0KHYU/s72-c/1242670536.77306.corymonteith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2261369106858865682</id><published>2009-09-03T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:18:17.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there were 3...</title><content type='html'>Jaimie Lyn got married! The day everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. Ginger and I drove with my friend Jenna to Arizona a couple days before the wedding, with many problems. We started out driving Gin's car but it started having problems between Panguitch and Beaver. So we had to get towed to Beaver and we ended up spending about 6 hours in Beaver, UT, which now has a special place in my heart. We drove back to Provo, got Jenna's car, and drove through the night to arrive in Az around 5 in the morning. The next day we picked up SJ from the airport and it was a party from then on out. Jaimie looked gorgeous, as she always does, and everything went well. So here's to the 3 of us left. Sarah waiting for her missionary, me considering going on a mission, and Ginger working hard at finishing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to say that I am VERY happy for Jaimie and Sean, but I do not like having my best friend get married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2261369106858865682?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2261369106858865682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2261369106858865682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2261369106858865682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2261369106858865682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-then-there-were-3.html' title='and then there were 3...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-5067895592440234519</id><published>2009-08-14T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:56:23.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at last.</title><content type='html'>sarah + marci = reunited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-5067895592440234519?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5067895592440234519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=5067895592440234519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5067895592440234519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5067895592440234519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-last.html' title='at last.'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3272038869184026701</id><published>2009-08-01T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:05:52.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time to Fly Away</title><content type='html'>11 days until &lt;a href="http://gingeraliceinwonderland.blogspot.com"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt; and I embark on an epic road trip&lt;br /&gt;12 days until Sarah flies into Az&lt;br /&gt;13 days until Jaimie Lyn Jones becomes Jaimie Lyn Tanner&lt;br /&gt;29 days until school starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my mom showed my this blog that I am slowly falling in love with.&lt;br /&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/&lt;br /&gt;you should definitely check it out. I love her photography section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3272038869184026701?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3272038869184026701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3272038869184026701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3272038869184026701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3272038869184026701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-about-time-to-fly-away.html' title='It&apos;s About Time to Fly Away'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2504303545826744933</id><published>2009-07-07T10:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:29:16.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;8:00 pm, september 16, pleeeeease hurry your butt up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355754778312852898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SlN2mElwRaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/TUMvSbLbovw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SlN2maMhkTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/8EGm_je08bY/s1600-h/glee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355754784112611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SlN2maMhkTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/8EGm_je08bY/s400/glee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll know where to find me that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2504303545826744933?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2504303545826744933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2504303545826744933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2504303545826744933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2504303545826744933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/07/anticipation.html' title='anticipation'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SlN2mElwRaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/TUMvSbLbovw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-284193637215231981</id><published>2009-06-12T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:54:01.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid people upset me</title><content type='html'>This week in the daily universe, the byu newspaper, there was a letter to the editor about modesty. The person writing the letter was of the opinion that byu should use uniforms and somehow this would magically fix all modesty problems. yeah. anyone else see that this would not in fact fix the modesty issue at byu? has this person never seen gossip girl? even though the kids of the upper east side have to wear uniforms they change them so they barely resemble the uniforms they started out as. and yes, i realize i just used gossip girl to back up my opinion. it is fine. the real issue is that the modesty rules are not ENFORCED. and until they are people are just going to keep dressing immodestly and breaking the honor code. trying to impose stricter rules is not going to fix anything. if people are breaking the rules we have now, why wouldn't they break different ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another letter to the editor talked about how the video games in the basement of the wilk in the bowling alley should be taken out as they depict killing LARGE game animals and this is just wrong because it is wrong to kill animals. the author then presented several examples of general authorities talking about killing SMALL animals, like birds. yeah, he was ridiculous. killing large animals for hunting and killing small animals for no reason are two completely different things! C'mon! it was during my lunch break, while everyone was reading the newspaper and discussing this particular letter that everyone discovered i own a rifle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, please don't be stupid. or you will upset me. k, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-284193637215231981?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/284193637215231981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=284193637215231981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/284193637215231981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/284193637215231981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-people-upset-me.html' title='Stupid people upset me'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6480713688659250762</id><published>2009-06-05T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:44:25.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mlia</title><content type='html'>Today, my girlfriend asked me if I was thinking aout marriage. I did not want to answer, so I tried to chew it over with twix. Time did not stop, and I ate it awkwardly. She just stared. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my grandpa told me he had alzheimers. I've known about it for two years. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took a quiz on Facebook and it told me I am actually black. I looked at my skin and I was still white. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I rode a plane home. There were no snakes on it. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at the store and the store clerk said "If you need anything, I'm Jen." I didn't need anything. She was still Jen. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to tan on the balcony. I took my top off and my neighbor came out and saw me. He's a guy. So am I. We greeted each other. MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a Japanese person spoke to me in Japanese, but I don't speak Japanese. So I said "I don't speak Japanese". MLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I installed a program and it asked if I had read and agreed to the terms and conditions. I hadn't, but I clicked 'yes' anyway. The program didn't know I lied, and began to install. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6480713688659250762?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6480713688659250762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6480713688659250762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6480713688659250762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6480713688659250762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/06/mlia.html' title='mlia'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7607751529696208890</id><published>2009-05-27T20:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:27:55.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey remember that time...</title><content type='html'>When I found a human tooth, down on Delancey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went and saw Mae, paid $5 to go to the acoustic performance after, sat like 4 feet away from dave and zach, and then met them and got pictures with them after the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i went dress shopping with jaimie and her family and jaimie bought the 2nd dress she tried on, only after trying on about a bajillion and a half more dresses before going back for the second one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got asked out on a date by a black man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i accepted the date with the black man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got called to be the family home evening co-chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah those are seriously the only semi-exciting things going on in my life currently. sorry the update was boring but i figured it was time. Here are pictures from the mae concert. it was aMAEzing. fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sh30XUEbtUI/AAAAAAAAACE/1k7o4fRS-Ao/s1600-h/4277_662583161049_17811496_37619042_3316027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sh30XUEbtUI/AAAAAAAAACE/1k7o4fRS-Ao/s320/4277_662583161049_17811496_37619042_3316027_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340693414492747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Elkins (I am a little bit in love. It is fine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sh30k2usOOI/AAAAAAAAACM/qg15Ih9SAx0/s1600-h/4277_662583166039_17811496_37619043_3537102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sh30k2usOOI/AAAAAAAAACM/qg15Ih9SAx0/s320/4277_662583166039_17811496_37619043_3537102_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340693647135095010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Gehring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7607751529696208890?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7607751529696208890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7607751529696208890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7607751529696208890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7607751529696208890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-remember-that-time.html' title='Hey remember that time...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sh30XUEbtUI/AAAAAAAAACE/1k7o4fRS-Ao/s72-c/4277_662583161049_17811496_37619042_3316027_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1395211440726035358</id><published>2009-05-09T12:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:44:38.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dear marci</title><content type='html'>i miss you making your bed at like 10:00 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you forcing me to look at pictures of small children on people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you always somehow needing to be in the bathroom at the exact time i am in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the cody shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you storming into the room in a huff, usually saying something like "can we talk about [insert dramatic topic here]?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss laying in bed on sunday morning telling myself that i will get up and get ready for church if you get up--even though you're thinking the exact same thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss spontaneous lady gaga dance parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss pretending to know who you're talking about when you're trying to tell me important ward gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you telling me that my eyebrows look terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss trying to figure out whose turn it is to buy milk and toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you getting up and walking across the room just to tell me something that you could have easily told me from where you had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you trying to make me go to ward prayer and i miss coming up with excuses not to go.&lt;br /&gt;i miss winning that battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you saying things like "i'm not very good at drawing poinsettias" or "get on my bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you answering every text or phone call, no matter what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being able to tell when you're out on the gk because i can hear your laugh over every other noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME-OW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1395211440726035358?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1395211440726035358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1395211440726035358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1395211440726035358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1395211440726035358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-marci.html' title='dear marci'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6549758973394443003</id><published>2009-05-08T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:02:38.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sarah-</title><content type='html'>I am still failing at trying to keep the room clean&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom misses you&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the cody shrine&lt;br /&gt;Quote wall makes me smile/laugh every time i pass it (he puts the ho in homosexual...)&lt;br /&gt;I miss Lady Gaga dance parties&lt;br /&gt;I miss laying on the floor laughing our heads off at the most ridiculous things&lt;br /&gt;I miss your random seductive looks/dance moves&lt;br /&gt;I miss pouncing on you while you are trying to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;I miss you obsessively checking the mail&lt;br /&gt;I miss computer parties/fbook stalking together&lt;br /&gt;I miss telling you all the ward gossip and you not knowing who anyone is that I am talking about&lt;br /&gt;I miss lazy saturdays with you&lt;br /&gt;I miss sharing cafe nachos with you (even though this could be the reason i have mono)&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jamba visits, distracting you form work&lt;br /&gt;I miss gossip girl texts&lt;br /&gt;I miss pillow talk&lt;br /&gt;I miss pretending to be asleep while waiting for you to wake up for church&lt;br /&gt;I miss your FLAMING red hair :)&lt;br /&gt;I miss your lost obsession&lt;br /&gt;Are you, are you falling for me?&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to provo soon, I am so so so bored without you constantly here with me. I even miss you being on fbook all the time. Also please don't even leave me alone for a whole summer ever again. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6549758973394443003?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6549758973394443003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6549758973394443003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6549758973394443003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6549758973394443003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-sarah.html' title='Dear Sarah-'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3789827665817870706</id><published>2009-04-30T11:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:27:15.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/02/10/google-suggest-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-12555" title="fail-owned-suggest-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/fail-owned-suggest-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajXT9ER7WFo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajXT9ER7WFo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/5809799299100137698-3789827665817870706?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3789827665817870706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3789827665817870706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3789827665817870706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3789827665817870706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/see-more-pwn-and-owned-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7337342072430244956</id><published>2009-04-18T23:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:44:39.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>is your eggo preggo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thepregnancytester.com%2F&amp;amp;h=55ba89dd0449eb07b87df040945bb396" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" s_oid="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thepregnancytester.com%2F&amp;amp;h=55ba89dd0449eb07b87df04" s_oidt="0" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.thepregnancytester.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7337342072430244956?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7337342072430244956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7337342072430244956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7337342072430244956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7337342072430244956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-your-eggo-preggo.html' title='is your eggo preggo?'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4234739433033681776</id><published>2009-04-13T20:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:15:35.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>epic. and a half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;why don't i ever get the memo about things like this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEY PEOPLE WHO ARE IN CHARGE. i want in. bitte?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4234739433033681776?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4234739433033681776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4234739433033681776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4234739433033681776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4234739433033681776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/epic-and-half.html' title='epic. and a half.'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2727966924834268351</id><published>2009-04-13T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:35:51.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness....</title><content type='html'>I was raised the way I was, by my fantastic parents. I like to think that it is going to help prevent me from becoming like the lady at Applebee's. Alison, Jaimie, Kate, and I went to Applebee's for Jaimie's birthday this past weekend. After hitting up Old Navy we were waiting for our name to be called and there was this ridiculous couple behind us. They were all over each other, kissing and making out and all sorts of gross things like that. Here is a little sneak peak into the conversations they were having:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leathery, orange looking lady&lt;/span&gt;: So how many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slightly creepy looking man&lt;/span&gt;: 3. This one on my arm(Lifts up sleeve to show here the tattoo), one on my back, (And then i didn't hear where the other one was. I am considering that to be a blessing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leathery Lady&lt;/span&gt;: How do you feel about piercings?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of the mans response, but after he responded she proceeded to tell him about all the piercings she has, and the piercings she used to have including, but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;Nose piercing&lt;br /&gt;Tongue Piercing - which apparently she had to take out when she had her child&lt;br /&gt;Nipple piercing - no i am not making this up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slightly creepy man&lt;/span&gt;: I'm graduating in 2 weeks - I would like to point out that this was not a young man. Not sure what he was doing with his life up till now but good for you for finishing college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leathery lady&lt;/span&gt;: REALLY?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?!?!?! They are on a date and all over each other and they know like NOTHING about each other. Sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just want to thank my parents for raising me how they did so I will not wake up one day and find myself in this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day of classes left!&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 weeks until Jaimie and I are roommates! Yes Sarah, I will miss you, don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2727966924834268351?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2727966924834268351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2727966924834268351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2727966924834268351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2727966924834268351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-goodness.html' title='Thank goodness....'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2541959732899477159</id><published>2009-04-05T20:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:18:21.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Brother...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I realize that this is a blog that Sarah and I share, but I have been wanting to blog about my brother since his birthday last month so here it is! He is the brother closest to me in age and I have always wanted to be his friend, even when he was mean to me. I love being in college with him now as he sometimes actually lets me be his friend. Isn't he so nice! So in honor of mitchell here are some of my favorite memories, and pictures, of him!&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/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sdlp9T6r_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/QOjYElvLc4M/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sdlp9T6r_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/QOjYElvLc4M/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321400936754314738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he came to BYU right after graduating we didn't really talk all that much. He didn't have a cell phone and he never called home. But he would send me ridiculous pictures of the things he would do. This is from when he let some girls in his ward straighten his hair and then dress him up like he was emo and take a bunch of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SdmoZSDDfOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LO_07inF2IU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;                                             &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SdmoZSDDfOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LO_07inF2IU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SdmoZSDDfOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LO_07inF2IU/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321469587009797346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, when Mitchell had about 10-6 months left on his mission I started writing him a lot more. And it was so great! He was full of great little stories from college and lots and lots of advice, which i appreciated. Also he would send me awesome pictures, like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sdmrv4U2YeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cBO6Ac7rHm0/s1600-h/DSCF3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sdmrv4U2YeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cBO6Ac7rHm0/s320/DSCF3476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321473273776988642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that we are at college together sometimes I get to play with him, which I LOVE. And sometimes he even lets me take pictures with him. But never showing his face. That would be too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I just wanted to say I LOVE YOU MITCHELL! Thanks for being such a great brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2541959732899477159?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2541959732899477159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2541959732899477159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2541959732899477159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2541959732899477159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-brother.html' title='Hey Brother...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/Sdlp9T6r_fI/AAAAAAAAABc/QOjYElvLc4M/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3396367277479997127</id><published>2009-04-02T16:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:21:00.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its like heaven on earth. greasy, fattening heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320233689380126226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVEWkmRfhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vXzfKisa5Ro/s400/steaknshakemeal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i do not understand how the church functions out here without steak n shake. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;back home, trips to steak n shake after any church function (except the ones on sundays) were a MUST. stake dances, saturday evening stake conference sessions, youth conference, institute, mutual, mormon prom. what do people do out here after church events?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that there are other restaurants out here that are probably the equivalent, but i seriously pity all of you who don't have steak n shakes. i went there almost every week that i went to institute this summer. frisco melt, fries, and a chocolate/strawberry side-by-side milkshake. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that it might look like/sound like some kind of sketchy eating establishment, but you have to give it a chance. (and no, ginger, the one in elkhart, indiana does NOT count) its greasy, its ridiculously unhealthy, but its DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its also the place where brady was first called the BLR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnRAnyFI/AAAAAAAAAck/9kglB0-Xj0Q/s1600-h/n1167450093_30018604_7093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237274714589266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnRAnyFI/AAAAAAAAAck/9kglB0-Xj0Q/s400/n1167450093_30018604_7093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thumbs up for steak n shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237274934542994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnR1EApI/AAAAAAAAAcc/octFOCwUkpg/s400/n1167450093_30018601_475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can get sweet free hats like the one naoto is wearing in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnZT2MCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/W-YaxMyFi04/s1600-h/n1167450093_30018600_207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237276942708770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnZT2MCI/AAAAAAAAAcU/W-YaxMyFi04/s400/n1167450093_30018600_207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas break 2007. see? its a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnL1lCHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vhRH-SLIkr8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237273326094450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHnL1lCHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vhRH-SLIkr8/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize that these are all of brady, but he's a camera magnet. this was after some church dance, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHmwA2hDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/QlW3mPseT-w/s1600-h/smallbrady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237265857184818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVHmwA2hDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/QlW3mPseT-w/s400/smallbrady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3396367277479997127?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3396367277479997127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3396367277479997127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3396367277479997127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3396367277479997127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-like-heaven-on-earth-greasy.html' title='its like heaven on earth. greasy, fattening heaven'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SdVEWkmRfhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vXzfKisa5Ro/s72-c/steaknshakemeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4537317773803689817</id><published>2009-03-25T19:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:36:41.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate illegal aliens....</title><content type='html'>So I decided to take a day off from life today, meaning I didn't go to class. Probably not the best idea, but necessary every once in awhile. So after I slept in and watched a couple of episode of Lost (yes i have started watching that, and no, I don't want to talk about it) I decided that my house is kind of disgusting. It needed some major attention. So I rolled up my pajama pants and busted out the cleaning supplies. And the only room that got cleaned was the bathroom. But that is a dang clean bathroom. But you might be wondering what this has to do with illegal aliens. I am getting there. In the middle of my cleaning spree I got a phone call from my mom asking me for my social security number. Long story short there is an illegal alien in California that is trying to use my social security number to get a drivers license. WHAT THE HELL. Go back to Mexico and leave me alone! Let's just say I was ticked. So now I have to call this guy that is investigating the situation and answer questions proving that I don't know this "Miguel" character. fantastic. So that folks, is why I am not a fan of illegal aliens. Okay, maybe that's not the only reason, but that is a discussion for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4537317773803689817?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4537317773803689817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4537317773803689817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4537317773803689817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4537317773803689817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-hate-illegal-aliens.html' title='Why I hate illegal aliens....'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3379272500661822440</id><published>2009-03-10T23:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:54:06.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm LOST</title><content type='html'>yes, its true. i've gone and gotten myself addicted to LOST. i have effectively doomed myself to spending any and all free time i have to laying around in my bed, catching up on all the old seasons. i started watching season 1 last week and am about four episodes away from finishing it. holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good show. i really like all of the characters. but some of the episodes really creep me out for some reason. supernatural stuff scares the living daylights out of me. especially supernatural stuff on an island that you can't get away from. um, hello, creepy!? i think so. i can't bring myself to stop watching it though. i am addicted after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i am in love with matthew fox's character. jack shepherd. mmmmm. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804072415381794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SbdRqSTKySI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kGbxCDUdi10/s400/matthew-fox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and evangeline lilly is GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SbdRqW1gIiI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rbkoqUvGO3E/s1600-h/Evangeline-Lilly--Kate--lost-34290_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804073633128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SbdRqW1gIiI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rbkoqUvGO3E/s400/Evangeline-Lilly--Kate--lost-34290_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and its nice to see dominic monaghan as something other than a hobbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311804352192756738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SbdR6kjSvAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/r-V5uPIcOeo/s400/lost_1024x768_monaghan_01.jpg" border="0" /&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/5809799299100137698-3379272500661822440?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3379272500661822440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3379272500661822440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3379272500661822440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3379272500661822440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-lost.html' title='i&apos;m LOST'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/SbdRqSTKySI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kGbxCDUdi10/s72-c/matthew-fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1183120293552178924</id><published>2009-03-09T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:59:12.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>This week very well may be the death of me. I am so stressed out and I have so much to do. Not good. It took me about 2 hours to get to sleep last night and then once I got to sleep I had stressful dreams. I dreamed that I was at home in Az and I was packing to come back to Utah. But no matter what I did I could not pack in time to make it to the airport for my flight. I was running around my house trying to gather all my stuff and I couldn't beat the clock. I was so anxious and that did not help me sleep at all. So basically I am really tired and have a ton of crap to do today. Oh joy. Also I hate secrets. This is a lie. But they can also be stressful. Especially when you want to be able to tell people or talk to people about it but you can't just yet. Timing is everything. But in the meantime I have to constantly watch what I say around people and it gets hard. Particularly when some people know and others don't. So you have to remember who knows and who doesn't. Yeah, frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;In happy news I got to hang out with some friends from high school last night and it was amazing! Jenna had her birthday party last night and it was so good. I got to see Willi and Kylie and Jenna and I have not seen them in a ling time. It was nice to reminisce about our high school adventures. We also came up with two words to describe each of us and I think that was my favorite part of the evening. We decided that Jaimie is a ridiculous punk and the words chosen for me were compassionately feisty... yeah I'll take it! Anyway, life is good regardless of how stressed I am. I have some decisions to make here pretty soon and I don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1183120293552178924?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1183120293552178924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1183120293552178924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1183120293552178924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1183120293552178924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538647116891617379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PmMxoHxocRM/SxSKstxjVpI/AAAAAAAAAK4/poioNEuZQBM/S220/6489_111025196295_707581295_2714075_164465_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-9064248398561600770</id><published>2009-03-02T20:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:33:00.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for your entertainment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;marci is not only a match maker and everyone's go-to girl for relationship advice, but she is also an exterminator. ladies and gents, i present to you, MARCI THE WASP SLAYER&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92dae47d253a158" 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href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/03/marci-is-not-only-match-maker-and.html' title='for your entertainment...'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3895872166328524965</id><published>2009-02-17T17:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:17:07.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Times</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided it had been far too long since I had last blogged, so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is now February&lt;br /&gt;2. Valentines day was last week and was amazing. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It included a movie with &lt;a href="http://www.jaimielyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jaimie&lt;/a&gt; and Brooke, my first trip to taco time, &lt;a href="http://lauramuffy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; and Whitney's         AWESOME V-Day Party, and playing with &lt;a href="http://gingeraliceinwonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gingeraliceinwonderland.blogspot.com/"&gt;nger&lt;/a&gt;! So good!&lt;br /&gt;3. I went on a date on friday. I know you are all shocked. And HE asked ME out. Will wonders      never cease.&lt;br /&gt;4. I visited Ely for my cousins wedding open house. I just love that little town.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mi Madre and Padre came to visit and fed me. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am ready to start making my cedar chest in woodshop. Which is actually going to be made      out of oak... whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;7. Free dinner from Costa Vida is my favorite! Yes I had that for dinner tonight. Be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am in LOVE with the $5 shade fund raiser sale thing. Fantastic&lt;br /&gt;9. I love love love my major. Especially when have parties, much like the one at Chaela's house     a few weeks back. And I love &lt;a href="http://chae-chae-mcd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chaela&lt;/a&gt; and her and Sydney's obsession with Karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures, hope you enjoy and sorry this was not all that exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SZtfKjeEVnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HgqQUSvViY4/s1600-h/DSCF3451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SZtfKjeEVnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HgqQUSvViY4/s320/DSCF3451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303937621083575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'MORES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SZtfK_EEK1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/OAS7XE1xJE8/s1600-h/DSCF3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SZtfK_EEK1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/OAS7XE1xJE8/s320/DSCF3458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303937628490705746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaela McDonald as Joshua James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is not letting me add more pictures right now so whatevs. peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3895872166328524965?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3895872166328524965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3895872166328524965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3895872166328524965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3895872166328524965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-and-times.html' title='Life and Times'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SZtfKjeEVnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HgqQUSvViY4/s72-c/DSCF3451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8362409524105872212</id><published>2009-01-31T18:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:31:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um, really?</title><content type='html'>ok, seeing a dog on a leash is typical. seeing a kid on a leash isn't quite unheard of, but it still makes you question either what kind of demon wild child has to be held back by a leash or what kinds of parenting skills their parents have. but seeing a CAT ON A LEASH!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CAT!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kid you not. i was walking past the duck pond south of campus today and there were a few couples here and there (since, of course, a duck pond is such a hot spot for couples to go and have a romantic moment...i am proud to say that i have not had any romantic moments at the duck pond). one couple was feeding the ducks, another was just walking around, and another couple was walking their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i watched the little light brown dog, the more i realized how un-dog-like it seemed. it just kind of sat there, on a leash, in between some of these trees. and the fact that it kept staring up one of the trees really confused me. i mean, dogs don't look up trees. they pee on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the 'dog' decided that it wanted to try and climb the tree. that was when i realized that this was no dog. it was a freaking CAT. on a LEASH. this couple was taking their cat for a walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously people? SERIOUSLY? its a stinking cat. putting a cat on a leash is like eating sunscreen. you just don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2008/06/20/nyregion/23743577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8362409524105872212?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8362409524105872212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8362409524105872212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8362409524105872212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8362409524105872212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-really.html' title='um, really?'/><author><name>sarahjoelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qBItnYmDIkg/Sk1qFN4tQgI/AAAAAAAAAt4/l54XXxVy5qI/S220/Photo_235.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7642091844388164463</id><published>2009-01-26T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:09:26.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I found this gem on a friends blog.  And I am a big fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-84anmYGv4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7642091844388164463?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7642091844388164463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7642091844388164463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7642091844388164463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7642091844388164463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2316041554358574512</id><published>2009-01-24T09:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:54:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Lately</title><content type='html'>M Here.&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I am 20. I finally left my teenage years on thursday january 22nd.  WOOHOO!!!  SO now it is time to party.  In fact, tonight I am having my birthday party.  You are all invited.  So i feel like a lot of things have happened just in this past week so this post will be a little scatter brained as i try to put it all in here.  Sunday Gin made a delicious birthday dinner for me. It consisted of homemade pizza and a delicious cake with all the gossip girl characters on it.  She also gave me some amazing presents. She is too good to me. I was super busy all week with school and it finally got to me and I had a break down on wednesday.  Thank goodness that is over. Now for the day I know you all really care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, so I went to work that morning for a couple hours and then decided that I didn't want to be there anymore, although everyone was being very nice to me on account of it being birthday.  So I came home, except I didn't have my key with me, so yeah, I was locked out.  So I went and played with Jaimie for a couple hours before I had to go to class.  It was a lot of fun and I can't wait until I live with that girl.  Then I went to woodshop, which I am taking because I have to for my major.  And in the process of trying to make a dovetail, I managed to sand half of my finger off. Okay so it wasn't half of my finger but it was painful and there was blood. Then I came home and some of my friends came over to see me, which was very kind of them.  Then I went downstairs and watched some gossip girl with Dede and Betsy.  Then I went to bed.  It was a great day and I am so thankful for my great friends who made it such a great day!  I think that is all of the important stuff.  Sorry if this post bored you but it is my birthday week so I get to do whatever I want!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things I saw on campus yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;3 people wearing sunglasses (it was rainy and overcast...)&lt;br /&gt;And one of then was wearing sunglasses in class...&lt;br /&gt;A kid wearing a fanny pack on the library...&lt;br /&gt;A kid taking the library tour and taking pictures of all the different rooms he went into,&lt;br /&gt;maybe he was trying to figure out where the pretty girls studied....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well peace out!  I have to go get ready to go to park city to star gaze :)&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5809799299100137698-2316041554358574512?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2316041554358574512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2316041554358574512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2316041554358574512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2316041554358574512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-lately.html' title='My Life Lately'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8178527484385251694</id><published>2009-01-15T22:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:31:43.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wow, i have been shirking in my blogging duties, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me, please? kthanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make up for it, i will now fill out a survey.&lt;br /&gt;because that's what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18 and find line 4. "Hamlet: Armed, say you?" i look so smart because its hamlet. yeah, i go to college. and i'm reading hamlet. boo-yah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What's there? a water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? the office. although i did have to laugh at andy pushing dwight into the bushes with his prius. classy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is: 10:05 pm.&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time? 10:11...not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? just want you to know - backstreet boys&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? eh, like 30 minutes ago and i was walking home from ginger's.&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at? my blog.&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing? black shorts, front row fanatics t-shirt and some socks. thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night? yes, but i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh? like five minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in? lots of pictures, assorted posters, christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately? probably. i go to byu.&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the last film you saw? bride wars with the MGs. hooray!&lt;br /&gt;16.If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? my way through college, hahaha. then a house and some clothes. and a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know: no.&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? this question is too deep for my puny little mind.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance? um, YES. next question.&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush: is a great man.&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? shoot, i hate this question, because i always change my mind. i like riley.&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? ditto this question. but not riley, haha.&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad? nahh. i like it here.&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want to say to God when you reach the pearly gates? um, hi?&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever made out in a bathroom? nope, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;26. Who was the last person to call you? probably my mom.&lt;br /&gt;27. What is the last beverage you had? milk.&lt;br /&gt;28. When is the last time you cried? probably this past weekend. i was just missing that boy.&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you scared of spiders? yes.&lt;br /&gt;30. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? i wish i could say no, but honestly, i probably would. as long as i could just zoom right back to the future, haha.&lt;br /&gt;31. What are your plans for this weekend? let's see...work, sleep in. more work. grocery shopping hopefully. HOW EXCITING AM I!?&lt;br /&gt;32. Ever been swimming in a lake or river? of course.&lt;br /&gt;33. Last person you drove with in a car? probably ginger.&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you last buy? a donut this morning. cut me some slack, haha. i was starving.&lt;br /&gt;35.What’s irritating you right now? homework/school.&lt;br /&gt;36. What radio station(s) do you listen to? none. who listens to the radio?&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you afraid of the dark? yes. i can admit it.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like Chinese food? when i'm in the right mood. which isn't right now. so don't go springing chinese food on me right now.&lt;br /&gt;39. Is there anyone you wish was still in your life? eh, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you get distracted easily? yes yes and um, YES.&lt;br /&gt;41. Was this the best year of your life? 2008? best and worst. 2007 was pretty good too though.&lt;br /&gt;42. Is it easier to forgive or forget? forgive.&lt;br /&gt;43. Are you jealous of someone? nope.&lt;br /&gt;44. What last made you laugh the hardest? either cody's videos or the office. probably cody.&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever had a dream about people you love dying? honestly, no.&lt;br /&gt;46. Who was the last person you cried in front of? um, marci, i think. but that was like over a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? um, yes. but whatevs, that's over and done.&lt;br /&gt;48. What did you do yesterday? class, finished up TSA things, more class, work, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends.&lt;br /&gt;50. Believe in love at first sight? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other updates:&lt;br /&gt;*my application to the mckay school of education is in. cross your fingers for me!&lt;br /&gt;*cody's 4 month mark is a week from saturday&lt;br /&gt;*i need to start making more money&lt;br /&gt;*is this semester over yet?&lt;br /&gt;*september 29, 2010 is the big day (ok not THE big day...but A very big, monumental day)&lt;br /&gt;*it seems like EVERYONE is engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*ergo, i hate everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*i want chocolate pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8178527484385251694?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8178527484385251694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8178527484385251694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8178527484385251694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8178527484385251694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-slacker.html' title='i am a slacker'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-5524739902580909779</id><published>2009-01-04T17:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:17:12.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why SkyHarbor is the best airport</title><content type='html'>1. FREE Wireless Internet&lt;br /&gt;   How I am bloggin at this very moment&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendly Security People&lt;br /&gt;   They were so nice, joking with me.  And they weren't all uptight about checking my boarding      pass and I.D.  Also they did not make awkward comments about my license picture...&lt;br /&gt;3. It is in Arizona&lt;br /&gt;   Which everyone knows is the best state.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;4. The people watching is SPECTACULAR&lt;br /&gt;   The man sitting across form me has suspiciously shiny nails...  manscaping anyone?&lt;br /&gt;5. I always see someone I know&lt;br /&gt;   Currently I see 2 people I know, and at least 4 others that I know for a fact are going back to     BYU.  The BYU clothing kind of gives it away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really SkyHarbor airport is THE BEST.  If you don't agree with me after reading this post, something is seriously wrong with you and you should see a doctor.  And in 3ish hours I will be back in the bubble. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-5524739902580909779?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5524739902580909779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=5524739902580909779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5524739902580909779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5524739902580909779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2009/01/reasons-why-skyharbor-is-best-airport.html' title='Reasons Why SkyHarbor is the best airport'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4252001855563847139</id><published>2008-12-23T18:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:56:35.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i'm a few days early, but honestly, what are the chances i'll be back to blog on christmas? slim to none. so, if you're reading this on the day i post it, HAPPY CHRISTMAS ADAM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you're reading it on the 24th, HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and if you're reading it anytime between now and the 25th...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and if you're reading it anytime after the 25th, well, you're just too late. sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4252001855563847139?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4252001855563847139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4252001855563847139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4252001855563847139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4252001855563847139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6939289238717110184</id><published>2008-12-15T14:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:19:28.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Electric Bird</title><content type='html'>So here we are, the first day of finals.  It is finally happening, no pun intended.  I have taken 1 final and have 4 more to go.  woohoo...  And now, when I should be in the library studying for my New Testament final so I can take it later today, I am in the SWKT creeping on fbook. (I ended up in here b/c I knew where the vending machines were)  And I have decided finals are ridiculous.  I don't know where a university gets off stressing out thousands of people for a whole week, and making them pay for it!  Out. Of. Control.  But I am not really stressed out.  I have accepted the fact that I am going to have to retake stats, or find a class that will fill the same GE.   SO I am really bored and not wanting to study so I am going to do this little game to occupy myself.  Hope you all enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO - M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?  Marvelous Things - Eisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY? The Heartache Can Wait - Brandi Carlile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Lucky - Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Santa Fe - Newsies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR LIFE PURPOSE? Lord, Make Me an Instrument of The Peace - BYU singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Lighthouse - The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Ramalama - Roisin Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN? Down and Out - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND? Angels We Have Heard on High - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Chemical Bomb - The Aquabats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY? It's only Life - Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? Each Coming Night - Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE? Burning Bridges - The Summer Obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU? Carry Me Home - The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING? Something There - Beauty and The Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL? Excuse - RuRu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST? Desperate - David Archuleta (oh goodness...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET? The Rush - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS? Matches - The Format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?  Concrete Girl - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE? Now or Never - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE THING YOU REGRET? Losing All Control - Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH? Perfect - Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY? Come on! Feel The Illinoise!  - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED? S.O.S - The Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? I Dare You To Move - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU? Last Christmas - Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE? Hotel Song - REgina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW? Our Song - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS? Electric Bird - Sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6939289238717110184?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6939289238717110184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6939289238717110184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6939289238717110184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6939289238717110184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/electric-bird.html' title='Electric Bird'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4251620699546708245</id><published>2008-12-05T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:32:38.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its true/stairway to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is sarah, and i just wanted to take a moment to endorse m's previous blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around this time one year ago, i was just a sad, single girl, pining for a boy. when lo and behold, my roommate marci descended upon the situation, worked a little magic, and WHABAM. the next day, i had a date with the boy. and now, almost 365 days later (yes, that's a year), here i am, still dating that SAME BOY. miracles do happen, ladies and gents. marci can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**my name is sj, and i approve this message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, so, i would like to take this opportunity to blog about the stairway to hell, aka the stairs south of campus. ok, i know that they are necessary since byu is way uphill from everything south of campus, but i can still hate them. especially in the morning. when you're tired. and its cold. and you have an insanely heavy backpack. UGH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, well my initial experiences with these stairs were winter semester and usually took place at night. cody would come and get me from my apartment when he would get home from work, and then we'd walk down to will and justin's apartment, which was in liberty square, which is south of campus. then, on the way home (which was usually between the hours of 1 and 3 a.m....in the freezing cold) we'd get to go up the stairs. usually cody had to pull me up the last few sets because i was about ready to lay down and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;now i get the neverending joy of going up the stairs every weekday for class, and every sunday for church. you would think that after going up the stairs for, oh, FOUR MONTHS, you'd get used to them. NEWSFLASH: you don't. they still suck as much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;joyful will be the day that someone invents outdoor escalators and byu installs them in place of the endless stairs between campus and south campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/STm4VGJd63I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wuU_9WM9bA8/s1600-h/31223290_a82fc3dd89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276451111008332658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/STm4VGJd63I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wuU_9WM9bA8/s320/31223290_a82fc3dd89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4251620699546708245?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4251620699546708245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4251620699546708245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4251620699546708245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4251620699546708245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-truestairway-to-hell.html' title='its true/stairway to hell'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/STm4VGJd63I/AAAAAAAAAJc/wuU_9WM9bA8/s72-c/31223290_a82fc3dd89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6575194460866165268</id><published>2008-12-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:19:12.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matchmaker, Matchmaker make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch</title><content type='html'>M here.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share with you all something I have discovered about myself.  I am a matchmaker.  And I have a few experiences which can back me up on this statement.  And they have all occurred since I have been in college.  And currently I am in the midst of working my magic to get another couple together.  But for some reason I can't seem to set myself up with anyone.  Too bad my powers don't work for me.  Maybe one day I will find someone who has powers like mine and they can find me a man!  Until then, I am content making happy couples out of my friends.  So if you need some help snatching that special guy or girl, let me know.  I should be able to help! This is the season for miracles, so if you think that is what it would take, now is the time folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6575194460866165268?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6575194460866165268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6575194460866165268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6575194460866165268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6575194460866165268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/12/matchmaker-matchmaker-make-me-match.html' title='Matchmaker, Matchmaker make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6532551372848495143</id><published>2008-11-19T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:09:33.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love getting letters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6532551372848495143?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6532551372848495143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6532551372848495143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6532551372848495143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6532551372848495143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/11/attention.html' title='attention'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6242393556455505323</id><published>2008-11-16T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:52:30.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Time is Not Here</title><content type='html'>Usually I don't listen to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, but for some reason, this year I caved.  Regardless of the reason I have found my top 5 favorite Christmas songs for Christmas 2008, in no particular order.  Hope you all enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is You&lt;/span&gt; - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;    All I want for Christmas is you, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Come, O Come Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt; - Joshua James&lt;br /&gt;    I recently discovered Joshua James thanks to my good friend Chaela and I have loved him         ever since, so it was like Christmas came early when I found he had a Christmas album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wintersong&lt;/span&gt; - Sarah McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;    Okay, kind of a sad song, but amazing.  It is so peaceful, I just love it.  That is all I have to say     about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frosty the Snowman&lt;/span&gt; - Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;    This is a fun little version of frosty that I recently found and I love it.  Seriously guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Was the Worst Christmas Ever&lt;/span&gt; - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;    Okay, kind of a weird Christmas song, and a lot of people probably would not classify this as     a Christmas song, but I do since it has Christmas in the title and it talks about presents in the     song (although they are being burned in a wood stove in the song...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carol of the Bells &lt;/span&gt;- The Bird and the Bee&lt;br /&gt;    Probably one of the best free downloads from itunes ever, the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6242393556455505323?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6242393556455505323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6242393556455505323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6242393556455505323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6242393556455505323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-time-is-not-here.html' title='Christmas Time is Not Here'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4290188414175724121</id><published>2008-11-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:04:35.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh byu football and jamba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the byu football team.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;especially the nice guys who actually talk to you when they come into jamba, like fui vakapuna (easily the nicest football player i've ever come in contact with) and max hall (who was asking me for advice today on what jamba he should get).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, i'm in love with like every single one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;except for the jerks, but i can't think of one right now. if i do, i'll get back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;other nice guys honorable mention: david nixon, wayne latu, jj diluigi, and jan jorgensen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4290188414175724121?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4290188414175724121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4290188414175724121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4290188414175724121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4290188414175724121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-byu-football-and-jamba.html' title='oh byu football and jamba'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6581478566522372790</id><published>2008-11-09T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:23:21.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the award goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, KTG gave us an award and since i haven't blogged for awhile, i decided to do it. so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rules Are...&lt;br /&gt;1. Name Five things that you love&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass along the blog award to blogs you love&lt;br /&gt;3. Please link back to my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. winter - snow, christmas, my birthday, cold weather, hot chocolate, sweaters, scarves, sledding, snowmen...does it get any better? i think not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. 11:11 pm. - i make a wish every single night at 11:11 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. the lds version of&lt;/em&gt; pride and prejudice &lt;em&gt;- yes, i know it's lame, and cheesy, and the acting leaves a lot to be desired, but holy cow. it is probably one of my favorite movies of all time, and i never say no to watching it. besides, its filmed in provo, so it makes it that much more interesting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. pictures - i know this one is generic and very broad, but i LOVE pictures. taking pictures, looking at pictures, posting pictures on facebook, getting pictures from missionaries, sending pictures to missionaries, I LOVE PICTURES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. elder cody meredith - i know this one probably could go without saying, but psh, i don't care. i just like to remind everyone. that's all :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am giving this blog award to the following people....&lt;br /&gt;1. smellychelli.blogspot.com (aunt chelli)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. carolinebullough.blogspot.com (caroline&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. babygurlsinger.blogspot.com (alyssa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6581478566522372790?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6581478566522372790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6581478566522372790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6581478566522372790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6581478566522372790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-award-goes-to.html' title='and the award goes to...'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7358068329762433171</id><published>2008-11-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:51:42.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MG's</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are not aware, Sarah is waiting for a missionary.  To help her deal with the fact that Cody is gone for the next almost two years she has joined a facebook group for girl's waiting for missionaries.  They refer to themselves as MG's meaning Missionary's Girl.  So apparently they have occasional get-togethers to talk about their missionaries and how they are all coping.  So they had one of these meetings on tuesday night.  Sarah does not know any of these girls, so understandably, she did not want to go by herself.  But all the the other girls she knows that are waiting for missionaries could not go, so she asked me to go with her, and being the AMAZING friend that I am, I went.  I was kind of worried that these girls would shun me because I am not waiting for a missionary.  So we pretended that I am waiting for a missionary.  We used one of my guy friends who is on his mission as my missionary.  I knew that because I was lying that there would be someone there that I knew.  That's just how my life goes.  So we get there and I don't know anyone, and I am excited about this fact.  I tell the girls that my missionary has been out for almost 13 months and that he is serving in Budapest, Hungary, which would all be true if I was actually waiting for Conner.  Basically I sat on the couch eating and not really talking or anything the entire night.  As I am listening to the conversations around me I hear a name I am very familiar with.  Terri Ann Gibbs.  This is a girl who was an EFY counselor with my siblings, and i have heard her name many times, mostly from Sean Tanner.  Apprently he likes to make fun of her.  So I immediately text my brother, sister, and sean.  And then, Terri brings up EFY.  And I have to say something.  So we make the connection and she starts texting my brother, telling him that I have a missionary.  Great.  So I have to quickly text my brother and tell him to just go with it if she tells him I am waiting for a missionary.  Then I tell Sean the same thing, just in case Terri starts texting him as well.  Then a girl shows up who works at the same place I do and we make that connection.  So I have to lie to these girls and tell them I don't have facebook, and that that is why I am not in the waiting for a missionary group.&lt;br /&gt;That was my night of adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Also I got a call from the guy I am being set up with for the most recent cousins date, which will be taking place on saturday.  He plays the tuba in the BYU marching band.... yeah.  I will let you know how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7358068329762433171?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7358068329762433171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7358068329762433171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7358068329762433171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7358068329762433171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/11/mgs.html' title='MG&apos;s'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2555948590915273044</id><published>2008-11-01T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:35:53.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah is a blogging addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;So because I read my own blog, and sarah is addicted to blogging, I got tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Go to your pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Upload 4th picture from 4th folder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Tag 4 friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my picture:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQyECT7aVEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Tq2bdUUV10Y/s1600-h/DSCF0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQyECT7aVEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Tq2bdUUV10Y/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263727239733335106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my brother Mitchell and my grandparents the day Mitchell went into the MTC over 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Morgan&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;Kate the Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to it people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2555948590915273044?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2555948590915273044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2555948590915273044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2555948590915273044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2555948590915273044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/11/sarah-is-blogging-addict.html' title='Sarah is a blogging addict'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQyECT7aVEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Tq2bdUUV10Y/s72-c/DSCF0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-5393747520242738057</id><published>2008-10-28T18:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:27:05.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm becoming a blog addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stole this from Aunt Chelli's blog:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rules are:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Go to your pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Upload 4th picture from 4th folder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Tag 4 friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha. this is the first picture i got from cody from his mission. charming, isn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262365220631182162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQetSXYXe1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/n6kI2zUgGEo/s320/cody_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;also stealing this idea from aunt chelli (i'm so not creative, i know), but i tag anyone who reads this. that includes you, marci. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-5393747520242738057?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5393747520242738057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=5393747520242738057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5393747520242738057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5393747520242738057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-becoming-blog-addict.html' title='i&apos;m becoming a blog addict'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQetSXYXe1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/n6kI2zUgGEo/s72-c/cody_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6763761714585268544</id><published>2008-10-26T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:35:44.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>best thing ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQJoihrDxGI/AAAAAAAAAII/S4Mn7QU3muU/s320/20597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i did it. i survived the first month of cody's mission. and so did he. haha. only 23 more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, about everyone on the byu football team came into work today (well...except for most of the big names, which was weird since fui vakapuna, harvey unga, and jan jorgensen are in on a pretty regular basis). but guess who did come in. go on, guess. austin collie and david nixon. austin collie is even more attractive in person than in his football picture. who knew that was even possible? so needless to say, i made sure that i was the one who made his jamba. it was probably the best one he's ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and as for david nixon...he is definitely single and on the prowl....like pretty much everyone else at byu (except for the boring married people...and all of the mg's). there i was, just asking him if he knew what he wanted (i was working register) and he out of nowhere, he just started hitting on me. what the h!? the senior captain of the byu football team does not just go around hitting on lowly jamba employees. is there a full moon tonight or something? it was weird. and kind of flattering, but please. i don't need david nixon. i've got elder meredith. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;halloween is in a week. look out provo, here come the spice girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260883502177754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQJprAAEnHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KGso_tmU76c/s320/spice-girls-reform-press.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1981710576778222254?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1981710576778222254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1981710576778222254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1981710576778222254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1981710576778222254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-fridays.html' title='i love fridays.'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQJoihrDxGI/AAAAAAAAAII/S4Mn7QU3muU/s72-c/20597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7956801063778624833</id><published>2008-10-22T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:26:25.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Today was drama all over the place.  It all started when I got to my stats lab.  There are some interesting characters in that section and apparently they are very adamant that they have a computer to sit at.  My personal opinion is that most people at BYU are way too uptight and they need to loosen up.  So there was basically a throw down in my stats lab.  It was awesome.  Then I went to work where most of the new people don't like me, so I was lonely until Guy finally showed up (Yes I have a friend whose name is Guy).  Then while I was at work my sister came over to borrow my crock pot and my roommate almost didn't let her take because she thought it was my other roommate's crock pot.  WTH.  I was not happy.  SO when I finally got home from work my roommate comes up to me and tells me that she was informed by my other roommate that my sister took her crock pot today.  BS.  Apparently her mom told her she bought her a crock pot, but she had never seen said crock pot.  Whatevs.  It is definitely my crockpot and this encounter made me not like my roommates even more.  As if I needed any other reasons....&lt;br /&gt;So that is the end of the drama.  The rest of the day was AMAZING!  When I got home and checked my email I found I had an email form one of my most favoritest people ever, Tyler Hatton.  It was the BEST missionary email I have ever received.  And then, the biggest news of all, I HAVE FOUND A MAJOR!!!  I am so excited about this.  It is Technology and Engineering Education and it is the bomb.com.  If you have questions about it let me because I don't feel like explaining it right now.  Just know that it is BYU's best kept secret major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7956801063778624833?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7956801063778624833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7956801063778624833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7956801063778624833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7956801063778624833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7246008191102655571</id><published>2008-10-21T23:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:05:15.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Guess who we're voting for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SP60dzmzD8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kymfDkSTui4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SP60dzmzD8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kymfDkSTui4/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259839838977462210" 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/5809799299100137698-7246008191102655571?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7246008191102655571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7246008191102655571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7246008191102655571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7246008191102655571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-who-were-voting-for.html' title='Guess who we&apos;re voting for!'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SP60dzmzD8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/kymfDkSTui4/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4635413028424257783</id><published>2008-10-17T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:26:37.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLOMGWTFLDSBBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYbM7qxX-Hw/SOY8n3zCUNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ISCatRajIjo/S1600-R/SSB-Fall-banner(2).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYbM7qxX-Hw/SOY8n3zCUNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ISCatRajIjo/S1600-R/SSB-Fall-banner(2).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'm sure that any of you bloggers who know anything about the big-name blogs have heard of the Seriously So Blessed blog. and for those of you who haven't, go there now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TAMN is my new favorite person, and i can't wait until i'm married to my own JJWT. haha, its pretty much genius. read it. please. i beg you. LOLOMGWTFLDSBBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4635413028424257783?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4635413028424257783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4635413028424257783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4635413028424257783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4635413028424257783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/attention.html' title='LOLOMGWTFLDSBBQ'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mYbM7qxX-Hw/SOY8n3zCUNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ISCatRajIjo/s72-Rc/SSB-Fall-banner(2).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1218650667014557709</id><published>2008-10-16T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:01:31.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy One</title><content type='html'>That is what they call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Sarah works with one of my roommate's really good friends...  and they refer to Sarah and I as the quiet one and the crazy one.  Shouldn't take much for you to figure out which one is Sarah and which one is me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1218650667014557709?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1218650667014557709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1218650667014557709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1218650667014557709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1218650667014557709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-one.html' title='The Crazy One'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3978759748923615165</id><published>2008-10-15T19:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:49:05.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, since this seems like a popular blog trend, i decided to follow the crowd and compile a list of songs that i've been listening to lately. so, um, enjoy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish - skee-lo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-this wonderful piece of music was introduced to me by the one and only elder meredith (before he was 'elder' meredith, of course). it brings back fond memories of his visit to indiana this past summer and driving around ghetto indianapolis trying to figure out how to get into the dang speedway. his ipod was plugged in and he turned this song on (i had never heard it before) and sang at least the first minute, word for word. and if you know the song, you'll realize that it was quite a feat. and if the first line isn't enough to suck you in, you are hopeless. "i wish i was a little bit taller; i wish i was a baller; i wish i had a girl who looked good, i would call her." that's right. download it. now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love story - taylor swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ok, so this one is kind of cliche because &lt;/em&gt;everyone&lt;em&gt; likes this song right now, but really is a good one. taylor swift and carrie underwood are about as far i go into country music. and i didn't even really listen to taylor swift until last summer when my dorm apartment developed an obsession with 'our song.' and i've been in a fairytale, happily-ever-after, love story mood lately, so this only adds to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;disturbia - rihanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-halloween is coming and this is a great halloween song. also, i'm starting to really like rihanna. not sure why, though. i just do. k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the unwinding cable car - anberlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i developed an obsession with anberlin, oh, last week. i had had a brief introduction to them this past summer when cody shared one of their songs with me and i was just so in love with that song, i never even thought about listening to any of their other stuff. so i did one day, and ended up buying their entire 'cities' album. and other than the song cody showed me, this one is my favorite song on the album. its just chill and i like chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hands on me - vanessa carlton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-i've never really been a big vanessa carlton fan. i mean, i like 'a thousand miles' as much as the next person, but i think i heard 'hands on me' at work first and really liked it. so what did i do? i went home and downloaded it, of course. it makes me miss playing the piano though. i CANNOT wait until christmas break when i can go home and play the piano as much as i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3978759748923615165?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3978759748923615165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3978759748923615165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3978759748923615165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3978759748923615165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-playlist.html' title='my playlist'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4069673548140561191</id><published>2008-10-14T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:48:49.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, so i caved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after years of refraining from buying a pair, i finally broke down and bought a pair of boots. the combination of utah winters lasting from october to april and having to walk around in the snow and slush and wet and cold for seven-ish months just got me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPWECot0BDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Hsxuh5OwZ4s/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257253320849097778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPWECot0BDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Hsxuh5OwZ4s/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4069673548140561191?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4069673548140561191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4069673548140561191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4069673548140561191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4069673548140561191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-so-i-caved.html' title='ok, so i caved.'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPWECot0BDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Hsxuh5OwZ4s/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-9152609099475466129</id><published>2008-10-13T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:28:50.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love...</title><content type='html'>life.  I feel like I am so blessed right now and I am so thankful for that.  So here are some things I am blessed with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WONDERFUL family.  I love that 3 of my 4 siblings live in Provo.  It makes my life so much easier and I love having that support while I am here at school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPP0omsPoFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BNyhKRlEUWU/s1600-h/s606080570_3596556_2421.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AMAZING friends.  Jaimie, Sarah, Andrea, Ginger, and Kate, you guys are too good to me.  You are my Utah family and I don't know what I would do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPP1bXbKSpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/18QAkqSHhks/s1600-h/n707581295_370333_8277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPP1bXbKSpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/18QAkqSHhks/s320/n707581295_370333_8277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256815040564710034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;3. EDUCATION.  I love BYU.  I am not a fan of the fall/winter weather, but being here is the best.  I am so lucky to attend a school where I can receive a great education and be surrounded by people who share my beliefs.  And I am taking some bomb classes.&lt;br /&gt;4. GREAT job.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE my job.  It is fantastic.  My boss is amazing, I have some great friends there.  I love going to work, it is like taking a break from real life.  I go, play with my friends, and make money.  And I get to learn all sorts of cool insider things as to how things are made.  It rocks.&lt;br /&gt;5. GOSPEL.  I am so so so blessed to have the gospel in my life.  I feel like I have barely scratched the surface, and I am so excited to learn more.   I could quit school and learn about the gospel (and make books) for the rest of my life and be totally content.&lt;br /&gt;6. ATTITUDE.  Regardless of the things that happen in my life, it has been really hard for me to feel down recently and I LOVE it.  I am so satisfied with life right now and it makes me so happy, and I know that my happy attitude is not all my own doing.  Someone is helping me out and I really really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not all the things I am blessed with but these are the main ones I am seeing in my life right now.  Basically I am just a big fan of life right now, and I know it is because I have the gospel.  Peace and love yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-9152609099475466129?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9152609099475466129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=9152609099475466129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9152609099475466129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9152609099475466129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love.html' title='I Love...'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SPP1bXbKSpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/18QAkqSHhks/s72-c/n707581295_370333_8277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-19078061830977084</id><published>2008-10-05T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:07:56.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>let me just say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, so for a number of reasons (that are listed below), getting married is sounding better and better to me each and every day&lt;br /&gt;1. my marriage prep class&lt;br /&gt;2. the AMAZING talk given by Elder Nelson in the afternoon session of general conference today about celestial marriage&lt;br /&gt;3. the fact i know girls my age who are getting married&lt;br /&gt;4. how i saw my dream wedding colors on a mannequin at allyse's bridal yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOmcg_RqjLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RALQWCbY92o/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253902530859666610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOmcg_RqjLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RALQWCbY92o/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is it ok to be this excited about it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-19078061830977084?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/19078061830977084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=19078061830977084' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/19078061830977084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/19078061830977084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-me-just-say.html' title='let me just say'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOmcg_RqjLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RALQWCbY92o/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-5208565078579308024</id><published>2008-10-04T17:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:14:52.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taken for granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i've been in a very sentimental, nostalgic mood lately, and if you know me, its not like that's anything new. but its been like super strength lately. i feel like i'm on drugs that force me to think about nothing but the past. its kind of a problem. but, looking back, i've realized that i took a lot of things for granted last year. here are a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;me and gin's bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBn1Ol8XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MZ-vAjXid1E/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253450749142495602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBn1Ol8XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MZ-vAjXid1E/s320/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the door of hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBoAAOeHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jDxw_YjqDig/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253450752035027058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBoAAOeHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jDxw_YjqDig/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;just sitting around on nights like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBoRJpwnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/icl_RPwbVGg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253450756637966962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBoRJpwnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/icl_RPwbVGg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;double dates and weekends with this crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBoXCEC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GlRMn3cZV08/s1600-h/n639486446_716656_7370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253450758216747970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBoXCEC8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GlRMn3cZV08/s320/n639486446_716656_7370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;having guy friends my own age (especially these two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgAC36gEcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3YK5beuSp14/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253449014696743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgAC36gEcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3YK5beuSp14/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the view out my bedroom window. i know, it doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;look like anything special, but i just miss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253449021167094194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgADQBJybI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QiC0zJNQAFA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-5208565078579308024?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/5208565078579308024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=5208565078579308024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5208565078579308024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/5208565078579308024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/taken-for-granted.html' title='taken for granted'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOgBn1Ol8XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MZ-vAjXid1E/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-140817278272445373</id><published>2008-10-03T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:41:58.268-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and all it&apos;s headaches'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SObJuP7KQDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dShw53xKXpg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SObJuP7KQDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dShw53xKXpg/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253107811760095282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished one of the worst weeks of my life.  And in actuality it isn't over yet.  Over the course of 5 days I took 3 midterms and wrote 2 papers.  And on monday I am taking another midterm.  I go to class, take notes, study, and still it seems impossible for me to do well on my tests.  I don't understand this.  I think it means I am stupid and that I shouldn't be at college.  But that's just one theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference is this weekend and I am very excited.  I love spending time curled up on the couch listening to the beautiful music of the MoTab and OATs and listening to the Prophet and Apostles speaking.  I have a lot of questions that I am hoping get answered this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am VERY proud of Sarah Joelle Alvey.  She is be so strong and handling Cody being gone so well.  I am glad that she plays with me and that she can be happy still.  It's good to have her back with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two new roommates are weird.  There is no way around it.  That is me being nice about the situation as well, just ask Sarah or Jaimie.  They don't really talk to me or Sarah and I don't know how to be around them.  It is always terribly awkward.  I think we are going to have a roommate meeting and hopefully things will go well after that.  And I really hope they start help cleaning and picking up around the apartment, b/c I CANNOT stand it when it is a mess and I feel like I am the only one who cares about it being clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also props to Sarah for making our blog super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my bookbinding class.  I am almost finished with my first book and once I am I will put up pictures of it.  I feel like this is something I will be doing the rest of my life.  It makes me feel creative, even though I am really not.  I also LOVE my modern dance class.  I have made some friends in there and it is so fun to just dance around and do whatever.  I also really like learning the combinations and feeling like I can dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming and I am not excited.  It is supposed to rain this weekend and it will only get worse.  Although, I am excited to wear cute winter clothes, I am not excited to walk up the stair south of campus to school EVERY DAY.  yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go BYU Cougars!  Our football team is freaking boss this year.  We are owning and I love it.  Even as I write this we are KILLING the Aggies.  I can't wait for next weeks homecoming game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was a random collection of my thoughts.  Hope you enjoyed.  If not, I don't really care.  GO team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-140817278272445373?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/140817278272445373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=140817278272445373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/140817278272445373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/140817278272445373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-finished-one-of-worst-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SObJuP7KQDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dShw53xKXpg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3162418179274993741</id><published>2008-09-30T19:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:22:11.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGKPo2_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wWJ8IjCX0LA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988919715159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGKPo2_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wWJ8IjCX0LA/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGQWj5zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FF10Dq3Hmoc/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988921354807090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGQWj5zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FF10Dq3Hmoc/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGylljMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q6BK49SRc9g/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988930544635074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGylljMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q6BK49SRc9g/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i miss my family too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a lot a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPRVuKkFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KROJ6jAyUw0/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988012262920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPRVuKkFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KROJ6jAyUw0/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPR7y9esI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KSSm__kvwFk/s1600-h/n1167450093_30193510_3122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988022483581634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPR7y9esI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KSSm__kvwFk/s320/n1167450093_30193510_3122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPR3xKigI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fm3jIqpkReM/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988021402307074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPR3xKigI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fm3jIqpkReM/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPSADGgDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6XUoNRR-aXQ/s1600-h/hey+look!+i%27m+a+mexican+cop!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251988023625023538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLPSADGgDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6XUoNRR-aXQ/s320/hey+look!+i%27m+a+mexican+cop!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this one is a given, but i miss cody too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLNCn38H0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wsd3I7uKeNI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251985560414461762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLNCn38H0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wsd3I7uKeNI/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3162418179274993741?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3162418179274993741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3162418179274993741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3162418179274993741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3162418179274993741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/09/problem.html' title='problem.'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SOLQGKPo2_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wWJ8IjCX0LA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-5846446716028769734</id><published>2008-09-24T23:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:46:47.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you had to know it was coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so here i am, at the end of what could very well be the longest day of my life. it seems like its been about a week since i was climbing over people to get a seat in my music 201 class this morning around 9:02 am. and now its 11:45, a little over 12 hours later, and i am so drained. physically, emotionally, mentally. now, i'm not here to whine and moan and complain about how much i miss cody (even though i do miss him, terribly). i won't subject you to that torture. i just want to say a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. i know that everyone and their left-footed dog says this, but mission prep with brother bott is quite possibly the best class you could ever take. i'm not planning on serving a mission, but the things he says are so deep and profound, i get shivers every single day. even after just four weeks of class, this class has already taught me so much and impacted me so deeply, i fully plan on just sitting in on it for at least another semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. school is a really, really good distraction. it is hard to believe that i've been in classes for four weeks already. the days seem long while i'm actually in them, but looking back, time has really picked up since school has started. i just hope that the rest of the semester and next semester, and the next and the next, just blur right by. i am willing to completely submerge myself in schoolwork if thats what it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. i need a better job. don't get me wrong, i don't have a problem working at jamba. but when you only work 12 hours a week for about $7.25 an hour, that just isn't going to cut it. i need to start looking for a more solid job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. i have the best friends anyone could ask for. they've really proved that to me this past week. all of them. cody, caroline, ginger, marci, jaimie, kate the great, andrea, and even brady, who is serving a mission in california. really, they are the absolute best and i wish there was some way i could thank them for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. my family needs to move out west. i miss them. moreso than last year (not that i didn't miss them last year, because i definitely did). sometimes, i wish i could just go home for the weekend...like this coming weekend. i would love to just spend a few days at home. i don't want to wait until Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. i'm one day closer to cody being back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1560083782810798303</id><published>2008-09-24T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:13:43.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What we already knew...</title><content type='html'>is that Clay Aiken is gay.  And it seems that he has finally come to terms with it as well.  That's right folks, in People magazine, set to hit shelves today, Clay Aiken reveals that he is gay.  Surprise.  We all already knew this.  He wasn't very good at hiding it, although fathering a child was a good way of throwing us off his trail for a good 2 seconds.  And yes my life is fantastically boring since I am blogging about Clay Aiken being gay.  Morgan, how are you handling the news?  I remember you going to his concert and wearing that shirt the next day to school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1560083782810798303?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1560083782810798303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1560083782810798303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1560083782810798303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1560083782810798303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-we-already-knew.html' title='What we already knew...'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-57248886379679850</id><published>2008-09-22T23:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:30:36.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>explain this to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, you know that phrase about how if winners never quit, and quitters never win, then who came up with quit while you're ahead? well, what about these two phrases that i've been contemplating recently. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the calm before the storm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things are going to get worse before they get better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, which one is it? does the good come before the bad? or the bad before the good? anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6823152285172726982</id><published>2008-09-02T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:04:04.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byu'/><title type='text'>rise and shout, the cougars are out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its that time again, folks. byu football season! i think that i kind of took it for granted last year because i only went to three of the six home games, but driving into provo a few weeks ago and seeing the stadium there with the mountains in the background just made me so glad that its football season again. and i do enjoy a good football game, but i kind of go more for the atmosphere. all of the fans are just so supercharged and excited. i don't know, its pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so the first game of the season was saturday against northern iowa. and after a crappy third quarter that had cody pouting on the bleachers for a couple minutes and ready to pull his hair out and us sweating our butts off as we baked in the sun, we won the game by a lot. it was fabulous. enjoy some pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzlGMjDhqI/AAAAAAAAADA/3pJnY0Cyqnc/s1600-h/198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241315960962647714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzlGMjDhqI/AAAAAAAAADA/3pJnY0Cyqnc/s320/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzlGleoemI/AAAAAAAAADI/kimkTytLdVQ/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241315967654984290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzlGleoemI/AAAAAAAAADI/kimkTytLdVQ/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzlGwm5sQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/MGmwOBYbkMg/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241315970642456834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzktQleqHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WrISN5E8v2s/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6823152285172726982?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6823152285172726982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6823152285172726982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6823152285172726982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6823152285172726982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/09/rise-and-shout-cougars-are-out.html' title='rise and shout, the cougars are out'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SLzlGMjDhqI/AAAAAAAAADA/3pJnY0Cyqnc/s72-c/198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3806451415377104559</id><published>2008-08-23T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:36:57.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Adventures in Sam's Club</title><content type='html'>Day 2&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous of the cell phone people because they have internet.  Dumb.  I can see it,  but can’t have it.  So close yet so far away.  There are also a bunch of computers to my right, but none of them have internet.  Dumb times 2.  And I think I convinced a lady to buy a mac.  She will lead a better life because of it.&lt;br /&gt;I used the bathroom at sam’s today and it was disgusting.  I wonder if they ever clean that place.  But this small fact of the bathroom being sick made me not so surprised when I was almost all the way back to my kiosk when I finally realized I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe.  All I could do was laugh.  Does that seriously happen?  I thought that only happened in movies or tv shows or something.  I want to see documented cases where this has actually happened in real life.  And I want to know why it is so embarrassing.   It is not my fault the bathroom floor is littered with toilet paper and goodness knows what to make it stick to my shoe.   It grossed me out more than embarrassed me.  This little incident, however, gave me hope and made me think that maybe my life is a comedy and not a tragedy. (Reference to Stranger Than Fiction for those of you who didn’t get that) And who doesn’t need some humor in their life?  I sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a favorite person I watched today.  A lady, a normal customer, trying to pull a vacuum off of a high shelf…  Uh don’t they have those in boxes on the floor for a reason…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a little girl probably about 9 years of age came up and felt the need to inform me that she had lost her mother.  Okay great kid, I don’t work here.  As I started walking around with her, trying desperately to find any one of the thousands of employees who had previously been swarming my kiosk, she started wandering from me.  As she came back towards me I wondered aloud if that was how she had gotten lost.  She said no and informed me that her mothers name was nursie…  I stared at her, speechless.  I couldn’t find an employee soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3806451415377104559?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3806451415377104559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3806451415377104559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3806451415377104559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3806451415377104559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-adventures-in-sams-club.html' title='More Adventures in Sam&apos;s Club'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7329540702857596634</id><published>2008-08-23T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:35:45.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adventures in Sam's Club</title><content type='html'>Here I am standing at a little podium in Sam’s Club, bored out of my mind.  I am working for one for my dad’s clients for the next couple days selling artwork.  Woohoo.  The pieces are absolutely stunning and I am trying to decide which one I want.  But it is slow and people are not always very friendly.  I don’t care if they buy something or not; I am simply trying to be helpful, so when I ask if you have any questions don’t give me attitude.  Simply smile and return my warmth and kindness. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite customer:&lt;br /&gt;‘Do you guys have the Mexico City temple?’&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;‘Why not, do you think it is only for whites?’&lt;br /&gt;Pointing at a picture we have on display of Christ:&lt;br /&gt;“Even Jesus is white, and he isn’t even really white, he’s jewish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that shop at Sam’s are classy.  Another favorite customer was one who, when I told him the price of one of the piece he asked, “What’s the poor farmer discount?”&lt;br /&gt;I could only stare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7329540702857596634?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7329540702857596634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7329540702857596634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7329540702857596634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7329540702857596634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-adventures-in-sams-club.html' title='My Adventures in Sam&apos;s Club'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4311230876038247932</id><published>2008-08-23T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:17:42.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear heavens</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me it isn't so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=W88_0FI3B00"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=W88_0FI3B00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;sarah&lt;/em&gt;&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/5809799299100137698-4311230876038247932?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4311230876038247932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4311230876038247932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4311230876038247932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4311230876038247932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-dear-heavens.html' title='oh dear heavens'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3453191464471079014</id><published>2008-08-15T12:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:23:18.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>easily the best week of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, i just wish i could stop time and make something last a whole lot longer than it actually does. and if i actually could, this week would have lasted forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;k, so here's a rundown of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;saturday night around, ohh, 11:20 pm: picked cody up from the airport with mom and jackson. i was so happy to see him i just couldn't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday: we went to church and heard a phenomenal musical number by caroline and robbie bullough. caroline was generous enough to fill in for me in primary, so cody and i went to sunday school together and then split up for the last hour. went home and went over to potter's bridge and the trail, just to show him around and let him see the noblesville landmark that anyone from out of town has to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGKbvH9_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rNjtSJZdJFU/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808024434472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGKbvH9_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rNjtSJZdJFU/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGKzUYgaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W3mxrE05A7A/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808030764761506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGKzUYgaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W3mxrE05A7A/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGLZ0qluI/AAAAAAAAABA/rmh2pQRuIAw/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808041100711650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGLZ0qluI/AAAAAAAAABA/rmh2pQRuIAw/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we went back for sunday dinner with the fam, then sat around for awhile, watching the olympics and then caroline came over to hang out since she was leaving the next day for utah. so, we sat around (while my worlds collided) and watched some more olympics, then made cody bust out the dvd of his high school's performance of oklahoma so that we could watch his solo part. he is actually quite musically inclined, and even though i'd already seen it, it was still fun to watch. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808921133310050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXG-oMyYGI/AAAAAAAAABI/b2s7mg5Bxq8/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday: went and picked cody up from a family in the ward's house (where he was staying for the duration of his visit) and sat around the house for awhile, watching the olympics and such. then we ran to wal-mart to get a few things and ventured out to the new mall in noblesville to see the batman movie in the imax theater. it was definitely worth the $12.50 admission. then we headed back to the house because cody had a 4:20 tee time for a golf outing with my dad (cody just LOVES to golf...which is the understatement of the century). and my dad beat him this time, although to be fair, cody did have a few disadvantages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tuesday: we got free tickets to the state fair from the newspaper and headed down there to see what kind of things they had deep fried this year. i had been to the state fair once, two summers ago, so i had kind of forgotten about some of it. we wandered around, rode the ferris wheel, looked at some cows and horses, and ate plenty of unhealthy fair food. i had almost an entire elephant ear and cody was bold enough to try deep-fried pepsi (welcome to the indiana state fair). he described it as "donut holes with pepsi sprayed on them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234811603588137890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXJaxH2w6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KaY7sM04ysQ/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;on the ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234811612034903938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXJbQluL4I/AAAAAAAAABY/pXCkrnRba1U/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;view of some of the fair from the ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234811618054169842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXJbnA05PI/AAAAAAAAABg/7rwSn03RXB8/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;deep-fried pepsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234811625510724482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXJcCym44I/AAAAAAAAABo/r1ZZiDd1ZlY/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday: the big day! since we had nothing else really to do, today ended up being the day that i took cody for his first steak n shake experience. it went pretty well. he went with the classic steak n shake meal (double steakburger, two sides, and a shake) while i went for the frisco melt platter. mmm...yummy yummy. i think that he enjoyed it, which definitely made me happy. after, we went over and wandered around the sporting goods store in town so that cody could drool over the golf clubs and hockey sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;we headed back home and mom put us to work and had us make the traditional first day of school cookies. peanut butter chocolate chip this year. they turned out to be the best cookies in the history of ever. i mean, how could they not be? WE made them :]. plus, we jammed out to christmas music as we made them. later, for dinner, mom ordered pizza and we took it over and had a picnic at morse beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLmC5pqqI/AAAAAAAAABw/aaB8tciM7-U/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234813996362214050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLmC5pqqI/AAAAAAAAABw/aaB8tciM7-U/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLmbIyRXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RBnW9UQMHHw/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234814002868143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLmbIyRXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RBnW9UQMHHw/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLm1mbwxI/AAAAAAAAACA/QFUG32tlWwY/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234814009971819282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLm1mbwxI/AAAAAAAAACA/QFUG32tlWwY/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLnj6GDmI/AAAAAAAAACI/Enj8mxonz1A/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234814022402313826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXLnj6GDmI/AAAAAAAAACI/Enj8mxonz1A/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thursday: after discovering the previous day that the actual batmobile from the new batman movies was at the indianapolis children's museum, there was no question what we would be doing this day. mom somehow managed to score discount tickets through AAA, so cody and i piled into little red (my car) and headed down to indy. we got there, ate lunch, and immediately headed for the batmobile. cody drooled over it for awhile and we took a couple pictures, then went to wander around the rest of the museum. we went back once, for a demo or something about the actual car, and then once more to take pictures since there had been kids in the way the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so then we headed out and after a bit of 'exploring' indianapolis, we went to the indianapolis motor speedway museum since i guess thats a necessary stop for everyone that comes to indiana from out of state. so we went in and oohed and aahed over all the cars and took pictures (of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNlGRrWSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-ttb22ysp6w/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234816179111680290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNlGRrWSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-ttb22ysp6w/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNlkm3iXI/AAAAAAAAACg/o5oN99LhPqA/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234816187253623154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNlkm3iXI/AAAAAAAAACg/o5oN99LhPqA/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234816183357643826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNlWF_nDI/AAAAAAAAACY/rXGPzm41nb0/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNmL_fz2I/AAAAAAAAACo/BzGNHsaaCvg/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234816197825908578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNmL_fz2I/AAAAAAAAACo/BzGNHsaaCvg/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNmZM1XUI/AAAAAAAAACw/mI_yVgFo-uU/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234816201371508034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXNmZM1XUI/AAAAAAAAACw/mI_yVgFo-uU/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;then we headed home and sat around for awhile, then headed over to the city park and just walked and talked for awhile, then sat and talked for awhile. then at midnight, i took him over to the house he was staying at, but the door was locked and neither of us wanted to knock on the door, so he just came back and crashed on our couch for the night. then his flight left around noon today and i've missed him ever since. all in all, definitely the best week ever. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3453191464471079014?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3453191464471079014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3453191464471079014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3453191464471079014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/3453191464471079014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/easily-best-week-of-my-life.html' title='easily the best week of my life'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SKXGKbvH9_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rNjtSJZdJFU/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4787973011049283117</id><published>2008-08-12T17:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:20:23.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful, and funny</title><content type='html'>Wow.  So my life is fascinating, at least to me right now.  There have been so many little things occurring in my life that I just have to laugh at.  Otherwise I might cry.  So I am taking the laughing at them approach.  Best part is that they all revolve around work.  Understandably so, since that is all I do with my life during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first incident involves a boy at work.  I may have a crush on this boy and I may have told him this.  And he may have gotten a girlfriend over the past weekend.  Please laugh with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second incident involves another boy but in a different way.  It also involves a girl I work with and her need for drama.  There is a girl that I work with who happens to live by me, so I use to get rides with her to work.  This is very kind of her and I am very appreciative of her.  Then there is this boy at work that she grew up with, who she is basically in love with and who happens to be one of my good friends at the bindery.  So apparently she hates me, and me and all my friends at the bindery think it is because I am friends with this boy.  She claims it is because I am fake and I only use her for rides.  She also told this boy that I am in love with aforementioned boy from work and so I was just using my guy friend to get to this other guy.  Obviously if I am good enough friends with a boy to tell him I like him, I don't really need a middle man, but whatevs.  So this girl hates me because she thinks I am using this boy and she is just jealous that I am friends with him.  And this boy can't stand this girl.  It is quite the situation and I don't really understand how I get put in these situations but yeah.  Please laugh with me once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to mention that my best friend in the whole world is kind of hooking it up with a boy right now, which I totally should have expected because our love lives are inversely related.  If she has a boy in her life and things are going well, then my boy situation is not existent.  And it is the same for her.  Hopefully we grow out of this inverse relationship soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are moving out soon, and I am sad to see them go.  But one of my best friends will be moving in with me and I am excited for this and ready for a change in my life.  As sad as this sounds, I am ready or summer to end.  I am ready for things to progress.  I feel stagnant and I need something to spice my life up.  Maybe lake powell will do the trick.  15 days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I must mention that I am reading Breaking Dawn and I am undecided how I feel about it.  There are some things in it that make me very unhappy.  And not really anything that makes me feel very happy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4787973011049283117?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4787973011049283117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4787973011049283117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4787973011049283117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4787973011049283117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-beautiful-and-funny.html' title='Life is beautiful, and funny'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2279833814771857926</id><published>2008-08-11T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:14:09.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/output/mosaic4426660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/output/mosaic4426660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yay! so cody is here, and has been since about 11:30 pm. on saturday night. and it has been completely wonderful so far, but i'll talk more about that some other time. so cody went golfing with my dad about 45 minutes ago and i suddenly find that i have nothing to do, so i found this on chelli's blog and figured it would kill sometime before cody gets back. :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mosaic Meme:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST: Type your answer to each of the questions below into &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)" href="http://flickr.com/search/?q=" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="156"&gt;Flickr Search&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT: Using only the first page, pick an image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN:Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php" target="_blank" closure_hashcode_="157"&gt;mosaic maker&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hint: I had a hard time uploading my mosiac to Blogger. I saved it to my Flickr acct., but the URL wouldn't work on Blogger (don't know why). I did a right click on the creation, clicked on "properties" and then used the URL that popped up there (it was different). I'm not computer savvy, so I'm not sure why this was different, but it worked! I was glad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. What is your first name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What high school did you go to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Favorite drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Favorite dessert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What do you love most in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. One word to describe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Your flickr name. (kid version: favorite animal?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2279833814771857926?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2279833814771857926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2279833814771857926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2279833814771857926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2279833814771857926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/mosaic.html' title='mosaic'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-558939585472762233</id><published>2008-08-07T22:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:01:05.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I never realized it...</title><content type='html'>but timing is so important in life.  And the Lord's timing is perfect.  I keep telling myself this but it really just doesn't want to stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-558939585472762233?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/558939585472762233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=558939585472762233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/558939585472762233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/558939585472762233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-never-realized-it.html' title='I never realized it...'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-1171378030015665348</id><published>2008-08-04T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:07:24.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a pretty harsh critic sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/151/e/8/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand" height="354" alt="" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/151/e/8/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really. breaking dawn is getting kind of ridiculous and i'm not even finished with it. i would complain about certain parts but my blogging buddy hasn't quite gotten as far, so once she gets farther into it, i'll holler back at you all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember the third pirates of the caribbean movie, how they had to throw in a bunch of crap to tie up all of those loose story ends? and how it just kept getting more and more far-fetched, yet its still one of the movies that you kind of have to like just because of all the mindless action and the really really good soundtrack? well, to me, breaking dawn is like this, except i hate it through and through because there isn't a good soundtrack and there isn't mindless action. there's just mindless nonsense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the twilight series used to be something i really enjoyed, but since they're doing a craptastic job on the movie and the end to the books is turning out to be an epic fail, they've pretty much lost any of the magic i still saw in them (i kind of outgrew the whole rabid obsessed edward cullen fangirl stage a couple months ago when something better came along ;] ). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now that i've ranted and raved enough for about three people, i would just like to say that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CODY IS COMING IN FOUR DAYS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;squeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;also, weird, but i'm going to be back in provo in like 11 days? holy cow. where has the summer gone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1171378030015665348?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1171378030015665348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1171378030015665348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1171378030015665348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/1171378030015665348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-pretty-harsh-critic-sometimes.html' title='i&apos;m a pretty harsh critic sometimes'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6853210174986898095</id><published>2008-07-30T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:48:37.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know none of you will believe me...</title><content type='html'>but i definitely was minding my business just walking through the wilk on my way to get some dinner when who should walk past me?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jean-Marc Genereux &amp;amp; France Mousseau.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah.  for those of you underprivileged, these amazing people are choreographers on my favorite show So You Think You Can Dance.  I was in shock.  I just stood there and all i could to was stare.  I was fascinated but I was too scared to do anything, particularly since Jean-Marc was on his phone speaking french and sounding all important and they were definitely walking with a purpose.  They actually seemed quite intimidating.  so that is my celebrity sighting for the day.&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/5809799299100137698-6853210174986898095?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6853210174986898095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6853210174986898095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6853210174986898095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6853210174986898095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-none-of-you-will-believe-me.html' title='I know none of you will believe me...'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4587961582140977209</id><published>2008-07-28T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:21:09.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid stupid stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;just when i thought they couldn't ruin the movie anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;they go and put edward cullen in a tree. seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="383" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v234/153/58/743495283/n743495283_2885141_1678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4587961582140977209?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4587961582140977209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4587961582140977209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4587961582140977209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4587961582140977209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-stupid-stupid.html' title='stupid stupid stupid'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7142047943500607740</id><published>2008-07-27T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:33:08.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rafting down the river</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I took a little trip down to Moab, went camping and then rafted down the Colorado river.  And let me just tell you, it was beautiful and amazing.  I absolutely loved the scenery.  The sun shining overhead, the gorgeous rock formations and the puffy white clouds all combined in the most amazing picture I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the beautiful scenery there was a slight mishap that I would like to share with you all right now.  About 30 minutes into our 6 hour float down the river members of our party on other rafts attacked and tried to throw everyone on my raft into the murky brown waters.  As the boy sitting in front of me was thrown off, an oar somehow managed to fly into the air and smack me square in the forehead.  Ouch.  Let's just say there were some tears involved and a very grouchy Marci.  As the day progressed I started feeling better and I was able to have fun with the rest of the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway down the river we stopped at a little sandy beach area and cut into the watermelons we had brought along.  It was my first time really playing in sand and I had a little too much fun.  I ended up with Sand in my swimsuit for the rest of the day, but I think that was mostly due to Bruce dumping sand down the back of my swimsuit.  I thoroughly enjoyed my shower when I got home on saturday night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally finished floating down the river we deflated the rafts and headed into downtown Moab, which is way cute and I totally want to go back and go shopping there sometime.  We stopped at the Moab Diner and had dinner, which was delicious.  Then we started the trek home.  When we finally got back to Provo I showered and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up on this morning I had a pounding headache and my entire body was sore.  I stayed home from church and started feeling better, but I have not yet fully recovered.  I still have a constant headache and the bump on my head is still slightly visible.  I don't think I have a concussion but I am not entirely sure as I have felt nauseas throughout the day, and I just feel off.  I just want to better in time for work tomorrow or I will have to stay home as I don't think my head could handle the noise at the bindery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7142047943500607740?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7142047943500607740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7142047943500607740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7142047943500607740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7142047943500607740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/rafting-down-river.html' title='Rafting down the river'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2830339036705452172</id><published>2008-07-24T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:38:59.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>three words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(in 2 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2830339036705452172?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2830339036705452172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2830339036705452172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2830339036705452172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2830339036705452172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-words.html' title='three words'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6477210811954202702</id><published>2008-07-22T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:33:44.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>music to my ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;random fact of the day about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in my opinion, thunder and the byu men's chorus are the two most beautiful sounds on this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;always have been, and always will be. hands down. no questions asked. end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.surfersvillage.com/gal/pictures/Thunder-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226062117006054882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SIazznpFleI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XGG5HWk5XKE/s320/thats+my+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6477210811954202702?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6477210811954202702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6477210811954202702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6477210811954202702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6477210811954202702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-to-my-ears.html' title='music to my ears'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SIazznpFleI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XGG5HWk5XKE/s72-c/thats+my+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7055445159249489662</id><published>2008-07-18T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:46:59.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief'/><title type='text'>sweet relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate to be all preachy and stuff in a blog, but Heavenly Father sure knows what He's doing and knows how to give us just what we need, although it may not be exactly come in the form that we asked for. because this is definitely just what i need to make it through. i can see the light at the end of the tunnel already. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7055445159249489662?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/7055445159249489662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=7055445159249489662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7055445159249489662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/7055445159249489662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-relief.html' title='sweet relief'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8207178332145077220</id><published>2008-07-17T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:10:07.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>I said what I wanted to say</title><content type='html'>I am typically a very outgoing and friendly person.  I love to talk to anyone and everyone and I usually say what is on my mind, which can cause problems sometimes, but it usually turns out okay.  One thing I do not do, however, is tell boys how I feel about them, particularly if I like a boy.  Yet on tuesday night as I found myself hanging out with one of my guy friends I found myself telling him that I liked him, to his face, when the conversation had not even led us to this topic.  I guess I really don't have a filter and whatever I am thinking just kind of comes out.  And surprisingly I am still alive and my life has continued.  Who knew that it wouldn't be the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I had this experience and I am still hoping for the best while expecting the worst.  Oh how I love the ups and downs of life and the emotional mood swings I am blessed with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news.  There are some songs that I am in love with right now.  They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of My League (Steven Speaks):  This song always puts me in a good, especially when I sing along with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Best (Straylight Run):  Thanks to my friend Jackson from work for telling me this was an amazing song, because it really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken (Lifehouse):  This song makes any day better.  Thanks to my roommie Merrilee for letting me steal this CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEIOU (Charlotte Sometimes): Okay really I love any song by her but this one is particularly fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida (Coldplay):  This song puts me in a good mood anytime I listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Minutes (Madonna, Justin Timberlake, and Timbaland): Reminds me of dance parties with Sarah Joelle, which I can not wait until she comes back so we can have them in the room that we will be sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly I have rediscovered how much I love love love Mae.  I never get tired of listening to their music and it reminds me of happy times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I wish I was going to the John Mayer concert.  And I wish someone would set up this date he asked me on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8207178332145077220?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8207178332145077220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8207178332145077220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8207178332145077220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8207178332145077220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-said-what-i-wanted-to-say.html' title='I said what I wanted to say'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4228561307893546002</id><published>2008-07-14T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:44:40.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a weakness for these.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;so, because i am a boring person and don't have anything of any importance to say, i thought i'd just do one of these silly things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Do you like to read? si senor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] What was the last book that you read? twilight. for the 165th time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] Who is your favorite author? jane austen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] What kind of books do you read? whatever the heck i want to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] Do you think that reading is a waste of time? depends on what you're reading ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] What's the last movie that you watched? fun with dick &amp;amp; jane (it was on tv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Who is your favorite actor/actress? john krasinski and reese witherspoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] Do you have a favorite director or producer? um should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] What movies can't you live without? the mormon pride &amp;amp; prejudice. john tucker must die. enchanted. that thing you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] What was the worst movie that you've ever seen? oh there a lot of those. the invasion and secret window to name a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Do you like to swim or would you rather tan? well since i don't tan, i'm going to have to say swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] How does your skin react to the sun? burns then tans/freckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] Do you like the way sand feels between your toes? if its warm sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] Do you enjoy the beach more in the day or in the night? day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] How long has it been since you made a sand castle? looooooooooong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Summer Fling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Have you ever had a summer fling? define fling. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Would you? probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] How did/would you spend your time? pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] What's your ideal summer date? thats tough. come back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] What's your status so far this summer? same as it was during school :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Where do you eat most during the summer? home and steak n shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] What's your favorite ice cream place? i don't have a problem with dairy queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] If you're getting ice cream what do you order? depends on where i am. earnestly chocolate in any form if i'm at the creamery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] Do you eat all three meals during the summer? on weekdays, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] Do you ever forget to eat over the summer? me? forget to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Currently what's your favorite song? inevitable by anberlin :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Do you play your music loud in the car? depends on what i'm listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] Have you been to any shows/concerts so far? nope. i was going to go to carrie underwood at the indiana state fair, but i don't think its going to work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] Will you be going to any? probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] Which of your friends likes the same music as you do? caroline. marci to a certain degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Have you left state this summer? you'd better believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Where do you vist most over break? the west. mainly idaho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] What's your favorite place to vist? anywhere out west. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] Do you have any trips planned? going back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] Do you camp? yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Do you have a job? si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Is it a summer job? basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] How much do you get paid by the hour? nine dollas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] Where would you like to work? not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] Do you like your job? eh, can't complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] Where do you shop most? wherever i find clothes that i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Are you a flip flop whore? not so much. i've black, grey, brown...the basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] What do you think about big girls that wear tiny clothes? gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] What's your favorite thing to wear during the summer? long shorts and a t-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] What's the first thing that you take off when it gets hot? socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[1]] When does school start back up? september 2, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[2]] Are you ready? kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[3]] What year/grade are you entering? sophomore in college. daaang, i am OLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[4]] What's your favorite thing about back to school? clothes. being back at the y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[[5]] Which teacher[s] are you looking forward to having? brother bott!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4228561307893546002?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4228561307893546002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4228561307893546002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4228561307893546002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/4228561307893546002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-weakness-for-these.html' title='i have a weakness for these.'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6810169657624970252</id><published>2008-07-05T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:27:39.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun?</title><content type='html'>I am blessed enough to be in the tiny town of Ely, Nevada this weekend for a fun filled time with my family.  Or that is what I thought was going to happen.  So far most of the family has been offended by one comment or another, my siblings are slightly getting on my nerves, my youngest cousin who is nine acts like the spawn of satan and no one is really getting along, at all.  Good times.  Love the family.  And this is all within 24 hours of being together.  2 more days to go and not enough drugs in the world to make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to comment on Sarah's most recent post.  Miley Cyrus is a confused young women who has probably not had the best role models in her life and whose father most likely isn't helping in raising her to be a fine upstanding citizen, as most of our parents raised us to be.  So I know that I am kind of the pot calling the kettle black, I think that it is not our place to judge her for her misguided attempts at gaining approval of the society, as society in which super thin models and trashy girls gain the most attention.  yeah, I don't know where that came from but there you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully a better one that is not filled with so many family activities.  Also my dad and favorite brother are coming to Ely tomorrow so hopefully that will also provide relief and grant me with some sanity.  Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6810169657624970252?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6810169657624970252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6810169657624970252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6810169657624970252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6810169657624970252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun?'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-2052045013734785620</id><published>2008-06-30T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:20:46.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>go ahead and call me a hater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a68/sahairah/miley-cyrus-k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="274" alt="" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a68/sahairah/miley-cyrus-k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but seriously, does this look like someone who should be a role model for little girls? wait, let me answer that for you. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt; really, people. are you stupid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2052045013734785620?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2052045013734785620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2052045013734785620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2052045013734785620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2052045013734785620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-ahead-and-call-me-hater.html' title='go ahead and call me a hater'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8599953099605818991</id><published>2008-06-17T20:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:06:46.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;two years is a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8599953099605818991?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8599953099605818991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8599953099605818991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8599953099605818991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8599953099605818991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-crap.html' title='holy crap.'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6758562470567244443</id><published>2008-06-05T23:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:31:51.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want the moon and the stars, I want the whole nine yards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SEjLhekz4fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MEL6j8EVNOY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SEjLhekz4fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MEL6j8EVNOY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208636745057559026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently discovered a new artist that I LOVE.  It is Charlotte Sometimes and I am a big fan.  She reminds me a lot of Ingrid Michaelson.  Check her out, she's pretty sweet, and I have my older brother Matthew to thank for introducing me to her.  That is my plug for Charlotte Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news, I get to see Sarah Alvey this weekend!  Holla!  I am so excited to see her and she can't come soon enough.  It will be nice to finally have a friend in Provo.  We are going to have the best time ever.  It will probably only make me sad and wishing that fall semester was here.  Oh well.  It will come soon enough and I should just enjoy the time I have to grow as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;Work is actually going very well.  I feel like I am making friends and it is nice having a steady income.  It is going to be hard ot go back to school in the fall.  I am becoming addicted to making money.&lt;br /&gt;I am also doing very well in my ward, and  feel like I am being accepted and that I am making friends.  I finally had a weekend where I hung out with people from my ward every day this weekend.  It was so fun and I hope that it continues to be fun.  And I just found out that my roommate Brooke is staying for summer term and this makes me very very happy.  It is one friend that I will get to keep, and I can use all the friends I can get.&lt;br /&gt;So basically I am very happy with my life right now.  I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend, but maybe that isn't for me right now.  I don't know.  For now I am content working all day and playing with my new found friends when I come home and on the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6758562470567244443?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6758562470567244443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6758562470567244443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6758562470567244443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6758562470567244443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-moon-and-stars-i-want-whole-nine.html' title='I want the moon and the stars, I want the whole nine yards'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SEjLhekz4fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/MEL6j8EVNOY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-6347555438387080144</id><published>2008-05-27T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:22:45.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray for road trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if i heard someone say that they were actually excited to take a road trip that would require three ten hour days of driving, packed into a minivan with four family members, luggage, food, and a dog, i would probably consider them certifiably insane. but here i am, about three or four days away from a road trip exactly like the one described and i am excited beyond all reasoning. maybe its because i'm getting away from indiana for awhile. maybe its because i won't have to work for two whole weeks. maybe its because i'll be in provo for three or four days (which will be about as sad as it is exciting...). maybe its because i'll get to see marci AND cody. or its all of the above (with particular emphasis on the last one). whatever the reason, i am so ready to pack myself into our honda odyssey with the parentals, abby, jackson, and andy the sheltie and get the heck out of here, i can't even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;think about anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-6347555438387080144?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/6347555438387080144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=6347555438387080144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6347555438387080144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/6347555438387080144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooray-for-road-trips.html' title='hooray for road trips'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-4437324569379228812</id><published>2008-05-25T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:31:36.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The rantings of Marci Wright-do not read</title><content type='html'>I LOVE 3 day weekends.  okay so this is my first 3 day weekend since i have started working and i love it.  best thing EVER.  I have been spending it with my family, which is always a good time for me since i think they are hilarious.  My sister and brother moved up to provo this weekend as they start work as EFY counselors tomorrow.  I am so excited to have them so close.  I do not do well away from everyone, especially now since I don't really have any friends in the state of Utah anymore.  stupid summer.  and this darn utah weather that refuses to warm up.  how am i supposed to get a decent tan if the sun is never shining?  Yeah not possible.  my last complaint is about guys.  why would a guy date a girl that he doesn't even really like.  I will tell you why.  because she is only going to be here for 2 more weeks and then they are breaking up.  which is so dumb.  wasting time, time that could be spent hanging out with and getting to know someone he might actually like and want to have a relationship with.  but i guess that would be the smart thing to do and since when do guys do anything that is smart?  how many months until fall term and my friends come back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-4437324569379228812?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/4437324569379228812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=4437324569379228812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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about byu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(these aren't in any order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. the people - all of them. every single one. even the stupid whores that i hated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. no parents to tell you what to do - i mean, yeah they could tell you what to do, but there was really no way for them to enforce it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. late nights - the latest i've been up since i got home? 12:30. i am such a party animal out here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. the mountains - i forgot how ridiculously flat indiana is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. having roommates - go figure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. jamba juice, cafe rio, and earnestly chocolate ice cream - enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. being able to look up at the y - its kind of silly, but looking up at the y always reminded me that i was actually at byu. that i had done it and gotten accepted. and that i had a lot to be grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. the men's chorus - holy jamalama. what i would give to go to a man choir concert right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. the social life - coming home has just reminded me of how much i didn't have a social life here. and i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. marci, cody, ginger, jaimie [and brady too, even though i can still see him] - i know, i know. this really kind of goes under number one, but these are the people that i was with the most and that i miss the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1529394173424750735?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/1529394173424750735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=1529394173424750735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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make decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you've ever even talked to me before, you'll know that i DO NOT make decisions easily. and normally, i have to have other people help me make them. i don't know why i am so ridiculously indecisive, that's just the way it plays out. and it pretty much sucks. especially right now. see, i've got this decision that is looming on the horizon, like one of those killer summer thunderstorms that you can see from miles away because it turns the sky as black as night. however, i enjoy those kind of storms but i really don't enjoy decision-making. especially big, huge, important decisions that are going to have a drastic effect on my future. and that i have to make on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i swore up and down before that i was never going to put myself in the position where i would have to make a decision like this. but i threw myself headfirst into that trap, knowing full well the consequences. i think however, the experience was worth those consequences. i have been generally been a much happier person over the last number of months than i have been in a long time. i saw this decision coming from the very start, but i felt that it was a small price to pay for the happiness that i experienced along the way. and here i am now, staring it right in the face. if i could go back and redo it all, i would not change a single thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i am terrified to make this decision. i have asked most, if not all, of my closest friends for their advice and wise words. most have had a common theme, but other details have been on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. this has caused me to realize that this is a decision that i &lt;/em&gt;have&lt;em&gt; to make on my own. and that scares me. i'm terrified that i am going to make the wrong decision or screw things up in some way, shape, or form. but i just need to square my shoulders, take a deep breath, and do it. and hope and pray that it was the right thing to do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-1245303413247636505?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-3315314962482066850</id><published>2008-05-07T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:54:07.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo to the male race</title><content type='html'>I hate how things never turn out the way I think they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-3315314962482066850?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/3315314962482066850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=3315314962482066850' title='0 Comments'/><link 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posting all these sad sad things makes me sad.  I am in Provo away from my 2 best friends for the longest amount of time since I have known them.  And I am kind of lonely.  But Sarah's right, 4 months away will be just what we need so we don't kill each other in the fall. &lt;br /&gt;My new ward is... old.  there is no other way to put it.  I am a baby to these people and that makes me feel a little awkward.  I have a meeting with my bishop tonight and I really don't want to go.  I hope it won't be hard to make friends but I am not very hopeful.  I like change, after the fact.  So maybe I can look at this summer semester and be happy with this move and the decision to stay in provo, but right now it makes me sad.  I would love to be in Arizona, soaking up the sun and anxiously anticipating the arrival of my brother from the Ukraine in 14 days and playing with my friends and family.  But here I am working at a job that is not that great with no friends.  This may be the longest 4 months of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-9075447291431060419?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/9075447291431060419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=9075447291431060419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9075447291431060419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/9075447291431060419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/04/sarah-posting-all-these-sad-sad-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-7392720120799951809</id><published>2008-04-28T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:07:05.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>homesick for provo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't think it was possible, but i actually am homesick for somewhere that isn't my real home and for people that aren't my real family. but yet, in a way, provo is my home and these people are my family. i've lived in provo for the past 10 months (with the exception of two 2-week breaks) and i love these people and have been with them through thick and thin. being away for four months is definitely going to be a struggle (as i have been blessed enough to discover these past couple days), but i think it will be good for all of us (well, the girls at least, since the guys are all going to be gone for the next two years...sad, sad day). besides, i'll be visiting provo for a couple days this summer, and i'll see three or four of those people that i love the most. so even though i sometimes feel like i'm suffocating and all alone out here, this summer won't be a total waste. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-7392720120799951809?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;blind date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-orbit sweetmint gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-scandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4 things i hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-hannah montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-the utah poof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-going to the dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-nailfiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 words that describe me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-redhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-conservative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 things that i want right this very second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-a time machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-patrick dempsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1 wish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-that my hair didn't have a mind of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-2864552586600552532?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/2864552586600552532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=2864552586600552532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2864552586600552532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/2864552586600552532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/04/greetings-blog-world.html' title='greetings blog world.'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809799299100137698.post-8279578561449228537</id><published>2008-04-21T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:14:27.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>So I (Marci) have been thinking about life a lot recently.  To the point that it is consuming my life.  Out of control basically.  Yet kind of fitting for what is going on.  I am coming to the end of a semester, and all of my BYU friends are leaving me.  The boys are headed to various places throughout the world to spread the gospel for 2 years while all my girl friends are heading back to their respective states to spend their summers working and making money and spending time with their families.  And me?  I'm staying in the bubble known as Provo, Utah...  yeah sounds like the best summer ever doesn't it... okay maybe not.  So obviously I'm not thrilled with the prospect of 4 months in the bubble without my 2 best friends.  But I did get a job today, so things are starting to look up.  And I am moving on saturday to the cutest apartment.  okay it isn't the cutest apartment, but it is a whole lot better than the prison cell I currently occupy.  And while I am going to miss my friends, let's be honest.  I need my space and time away.  That is the only way I will be able to truly appreciate them.  And as Payton from One Tree Hill likes to remind the world, people always leave.  It is a vicious cycle.  Sometimes they come back and other times, well I think you know.  Okay so maybe a summer in Provo isn't going to be the worst thing ever.  My brother and sister will even be up here so I will get to spend time with them.  And this is how I decided that a summer Provo would be the best thing in my life right now.  And I also decided that life isn't as bad as I sometimes think.  And I also decided this is the beginning of a new Marci.  I am getting a fresh start.  i am moving to a new apartment, I am getting a new job and I get to make all new friends, in an all new ward.  And the weather is bright and warm.  This is going to be my best summer yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809799299100137698-8279578561449228537?l=flossyfriends.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/feeds/8279578561449228537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809799299100137698&amp;postID=8279578561449228537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8279578561449228537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809799299100137698/posts/default/8279578561449228537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flossyfriends.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Marci and Sarah!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13032255381796641076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-kvhL01kA-U/SQ0jaudTzqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ixl0Ob8FXqg/S220/DSCF2179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
