<?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-2058982299359360033</id><updated>2011-12-02T20:55:55.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusually Unusual</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8241043256215716377</id><published>2011-03-29T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:01:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING ABOUT MY NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>When I write a new post, it's not going to show up on your news feed because it's private.. So you'll actually have to go through the effort to check it on your own :( Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8241043256215716377?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8241043256215716377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/warning-about-my-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8241043256215716377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8241043256215716377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/warning-about-my-new-blog.html' title='WARNING ABOUT MY NEW BLOG'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3810246059603416936</id><published>2011-03-29T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:47:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Doods</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog - http://linshay.blogspot.com/ - that I'll be using from now on. And it's private, so if you want to continue reading, post a comment with your email and I'll consider allowing you to the partake of the privacy of this new journal of mine.&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/2058982299359360033-3810246059603416936?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3810246059603416936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/sup-doods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3810246059603416936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3810246059603416936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/sup-doods.html' title='Sup Doods'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7613563962997304203</id><published>2011-03-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T08:50:04.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"BLONDE MOMENT!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5KgpK5DPas/TYjE7VHGnNI/AAAAAAAABX8/x3gerxuHfY8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-22%2Bat%2B9.48.31%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5KgpK5DPas/TYjE7VHGnNI/AAAAAAAABX8/x3gerxuHfY8/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-22%2Bat%2B9.48.31%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586931861311364306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly dislike that phrase. I think it's stupid when people blame their idiocy on "blonde moments". And especially when they're not even blonde, they're pretty much just openly offending all blondes in the process. I do admit, I am pretty dang stupid sometimes, but I'm not going to blame it on the fact that I'm blonde, because that doesn't even make sense! And everyone does stupid things. EVERYONE! Blonde, brunette, red-head, chinese, black. Everyone. Why do blondes have to be the ones to take the credit for universal stupidity?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I do think blonde jokes are funny. Only because they are jokes, and not actually based on an individual. Because, let's be honest.. I think almost every joke I hear is funny (unless it's about Helen Keller, those are just cruel).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So for goodness sakes, man up and take credit for your dumb moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7613563962997304203?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7613563962997304203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/blonde-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7613563962997304203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7613563962997304203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/blonde-moment.html' title='&quot;BLONDE MOMENT!&quot;'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5KgpK5DPas/TYjE7VHGnNI/AAAAAAAABX8/x3gerxuHfY8/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-03-22%2Bat%2B9.48.31%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8690690025928717365</id><published>2011-03-12T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:55:14.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom + Roommates being gone = This post.</title><content type='html'>So, Jon's home. And I really really like it. It's pretty cool, because every now and then, I'm in a situation where I really don't want to be (meaning I'm completely 100% bored).. for example, my Ethics and Values class. So, I'll grab a piece of paper and a pen, and start to write a letter to Jonathan.... WOAH, I DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT ANYMORE! Instead, I grab my PHONE and send him a little text (: And you wanna know the coolest part?! I don't have to wait a week and a half for his response! Magical, just magical. Also, here's another magical point. Before Jon left on his mission, we broke up a total of 3 times? Maybe 4. But that's not the important part. We were best friends, and I loved him to death, but I just felt like there was "something" missing. And it sucked, because I could never pin-point that "something", I just felt that it wasn't right. Plus, there were a few things that I wasn't very happy about... Okay, I'll say it. He was immature. But what can you expect from a 19 year old boy!? I'll admit, I was immature also. And it just wasn't right. Then, 2 years went by, and we were both doing our own thing, and then VOILA! He's home (: We see each other, and it's as if no time had ever passed. We were ourselves, completely comfortable, and still madly in love. His immatureness was gone (for the most part) and I didn't feel that "something" that I felt before. Now, don't get ahead in your thinking and assume that we're getting married next week. (He'll be in Hawaii next week.. We're shooting for the end of May  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RIGlz-rLUw/TXxMLE2ZnKI/AAAAAAAABX0/9LQKGGsEZZM/s1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RIGlz-rLUw/TXxMLE2ZnKI/AAAAAAAABX0/9LQKGGsEZZM/s400/baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583421391196757154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This was the first picture ever taken of us as an official couple]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahaha, just kidding. We're not getting married. But I'm really really happy with the way things are between us. There's a good chance that he'll be in Utah in May for school? But that all depends on the decisions that he's making RIGHT THIS SECOND. Either that, or he goes back to boring old Idaho, where he doesn't know anyone. You know which one I'm rooting for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored my hair. @(#*)@($&amp;amp;#! Crazy, huh? It only took me 20 &amp;amp; 1/2 years of living to get the balls to actually do it, but alas, the deed is done. AND I LOVE IT!! I've wanted to go lighter for quite some time now, but I think in the back of my mind I kept thinking that I had to wait until Jon saw my normal hair ONE more time when he got home before I could do anything drastic.. Which I don't know why I thought that, because when I mentioned that I wanted to do it, his exact response was "Do whatever you want, Babe." REALLY!? I waited two years for that response? Haha, so that night I made an appointment for the Wednesday after I got back from Washington. I was pretty nervous, because who knows of all the things that can go wrong when dying your hair?! When Brittanee finished, I took a shower, and the mirror was all fogged, so I had to wait until I was dressed to go out of my bathroom and find another mirror to look at my hair. HOLY FREAKING CRAP, IT WAS BLONDE! I didn't think it was going to be that blonde, and I felt like I was wearing a wig. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but  it was just because I wasn't used to it. So I blow dried it, straightened it, and realized that it was way pretty! Just maybe not me? Then the next day, I loved it (: It's just perfect, and I can't believe I've waited this long to change my oh-so-boring hair. (Jon thinks it makes me look like I can handle my own business.. which I didn't understand at first. Basically, I look sophisticated, but in a hot way :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show the difference.. These aren't the best pictures to compare, but whatever. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7leO-jUjKHw/TXxJTGvIAzI/AAAAAAAABXc/pbZ7xKRV9iY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-04-15%2Bat%2B14.08%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7leO-jUjKHw/TXxJTGvIAzI/AAAAAAAABXc/pbZ7xKRV9iY/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-04-15%2Bat%2B14.08%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583418230607184690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHli-COUcdw/TXxJyvZmDCI/AAAAAAAABXk/DC4BfXTkYl8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-12%2Bat%2B21.28%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aHli-COUcdw/TXxJyvZmDCI/AAAAAAAABXk/DC4BfXTkYl8/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-12%2Bat%2B21.28%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583418774098676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to California next week!! Me and 7 other girls!! Jealous?!?! Yeah, I would be too if I wasn't me. It's spring break at UVU, and technically, break doesn't start until Wednesday, but we're leaving on Monday (: What's two extra days of school to miss?? Pish posh. And we'll be in Disneyland for 2 full days!! I'm super excited about that.. I have quite amazing memories from that wonderful place! And other events that consume the rest of our week there. And, the best thing about it, is that it's not going to cost more than $300! That's including hotels for 3 nights, gas, food, Disneyland, EVERYTHING!! From Monday-Sunday! We got a BANGIN deal. And then when I get back, only one more week (hopefully) until Zac Morrell moves down here!! My life pretty much rocks, if I do say so myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my life update as of right now..&lt;br /&gt;I need to get off my laptop and start doing homework. :( Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8690690025928717365?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8690690025928717365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/boredom-roommates-being-gone-this-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8690690025928717365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8690690025928717365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/boredom-roommates-being-gone-this-post.html' title='Boredom + Roommates being gone = This post.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RIGlz-rLUw/TXxMLE2ZnKI/AAAAAAAABX0/9LQKGGsEZZM/s72-c/baby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7773275625464129477</id><published>2011-03-05T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:08:34.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in SERIOUS trouble.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I know you all are wondering how everything went in Washington when I got to see my boy.. well, it was amazing! Everything was just the same as it was before he left; No awkwardness, no hesitation to be who we are, it was just us (: More mature, better looking us. And, I got to see him every day from Saturday to Thursday so it was AWESOME!! Except now, the Saturday that I get home, I'm realizing how much of an idiot I am. I thought I was going to be fine in school cause there wasn't any tests or anything big that I was missing.. But oh, don't worry. We just learned all new stuff in math, which we have to take a test on on Monday or Tuesday, and in my Ethics and Values class, which I'm already not doing too well on, we reviewed for our huge huge fatty test that I have to take on Tuesday. Plus, I have to make up a test for my Intro To Education class.. All of this = Shoot my brains out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is not going to be fun. I'm so mad at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, I wouldn't have taken that time that I had with Jonathan to be at school.. Because seeing him was definitely worth it.. kinda.. But why did I have to be so stupid and miss so much school and think I was going to be fine if I didn't touch my homework all week?!!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I go. Wish me luck. Pray for me. Send me little study fairies to help me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7773275625464129477?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7773275625464129477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-in-serious-trouble.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7773275625464129477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7773275625464129477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-in-serious-trouble.html' title='I&apos;m in SERIOUS trouble.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4229966843999816709</id><published>2011-02-26T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:10:52.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's agenda:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FREAKING GET TO SEE JONATHAN KALEO O' KALANI KAMAE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4229966843999816709?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4229966843999816709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/todays-agenda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4229966843999816709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4229966843999816709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/todays-agenda.html' title='Today&apos;s agenda:'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5644403615589435113</id><published>2011-02-17T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:24:04.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Pie Cafe</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm going to blog about my work. Well, more about the people at work. And no, it's not going to be the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First of all, you should know that most of the time that I'm working, I'm on salad. Which entails: cutting lettuce, eggs, cucumbers, broccoli, stocking peas, turkey, can backups and making dressings, plus keeping an eye on the salad bar and making sure that it doesn't get too low for the customers. And yanno, I'm pretty freaking good at what I do. So that's fine. But on the weekdays, I have to leave at 3:30 to get to school in time. The next girl that comes in, doesn't come in until about 6:30, and she isn't the most intelligent person that we have working there. When someone closes the salad bar, they fill up all of the stuff that's on the salad bar (if you've been there, you should know what "stuff" I'm talking about) and then they put it in the fridge nice and orderly so that in the morning, all we have to do is take the stuff out of the fridge and place it on the salad bar: SHA-BANG! It's looking nice. And for some reason, we always have problems with the night salad girls.. So, I helped them out by writing a sign that says: "If you're closing the salad bar, FILL UP THE CROCS!!" (Crocs are the containers that hold all of the food that's on the salad bar) Pretty straight forward sign, right? Self explanatory? Yeah, that's what I thought too. But apparently, we need to be MORE straight forward. Because this morning, NOTHING WAS FULL! And it's irritating to me, because I only have half an hour to get things all set up before we open, and I have other things that I need to do before I start working on prepping the salad area. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO INCOMPETENT?! &lt;br /&gt;-Next girl that happens to have the same name as girl number one, is also quite... stupid? Brainless? Whichever word you choose, it's basically the same thing. I was working on my stuff, as usual, and she comes up to me and asks if she can help. Sure! So there's an empty container and a big square strainer with turkey in it. So I told her to transfer the turkey from the strainer to the container. Now, how would you take care of this situation? Pour turkey into container. Simple. She asks me.. "Uh, how do I do that?" So I said "Pour the turkey into the container." "But how?" OH MY GOSH, YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!! She's also the same girl that didn't know how to cut eggs..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rigsj4aUXCg/TV27rJUW4HI/AAAAAAAABXU/jgj2zyourUg/s1600/egg_slicer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rigsj4aUXCg/TV27rJUW4HI/AAAAAAAABXU/jgj2zyourUg/s400/egg_slicer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574818263664615538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With an egg slicer that looks like this, HOW THE FREAK CAN YOU GET CONFUSED?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might say that because I'm getting irritated with these girls, I won't be a good elementary teacher because guaranteed, those kids aren't always going to do what I tell them. But there's a difference between 6-9 year olds and 20 year olds who should have some common sense by now and also be able to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, what kind of people are we hiring?!?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5644403615589435113?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5644403615589435113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza-pie-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5644403615589435113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5644403615589435113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza-pie-cafe.html' title='Pizza Pie Cafe'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rigsj4aUXCg/TV27rJUW4HI/AAAAAAAABXU/jgj2zyourUg/s72-c/egg_slicer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4886849339649555929</id><published>2011-02-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:25:30.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 + Life</title><content type='html'>Good things happen in 12's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/What_significance_does_the_number_12_have_in_the_Bible"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt; for the "Answers.com" reasons.&lt;br /&gt;-12 Days of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;-There was.. a weird movie named 12 about 12 jurors having to decide the fate of a teenager charged for murdering his stepdad?&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, that's not so good)((Also, I've never seen this movie, I just looked up 12 in google, and that was one of the results))&lt;br /&gt;-There are 12 donuts in a box (:&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest reason of all right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Kaleo O' Kalani Kamae comes home IN 12 DAYS FROM TODAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you could say that I'm pretty freaking excited for the 25th of February (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PLANS:&lt;br /&gt;Fly home on Thursday the 24th, or Friday the 25th, catch up with my beautiful family and some good girl friends, wait for Jonathan to get realeased, AND THEN GO SEE HIM!!! We're hoping that he can convince the Stake President to release him the same day/night that he comes home, by my friend Zac said that it's not the easiest thing to do.. But, not gonna lie, I'm pretty freaking excited to see him, so the sooner the better!! Yes, I've thought about being at the airport with him, but he'll still be a missionary, and I'm not too sure how happy "some" people would be about us breaking the "no touching girls" rule.. So I've decided not to go, but to see him once he gets released. Because the last time I saw him, this was the closest we were able to get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2E6xv-Tdl8/TViuKznKNuI/AAAAAAAABXM/IhbpzJuT3Z8/s1600/DSCI0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2E6xv-Tdl8/TViuKznKNuI/AAAAAAAABXM/IhbpzJuT3Z8/s400/DSCI0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573396039547369186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you, we're going to be a lot closer than that when I see him next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Jon and his parents will leave on March 4th to go back to Hawaii, and I will stay in Warsh until the 6th, and then come back to the freezing cold utah where school and work will be very much calling my name :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN!!!!! I'll be home for a week, and the following Monday, March 14th, me and 7 other girls are road tripping to Vegas for a night and then Cali for the rest of the week!!! Freaking party time!!! The whole trip is going to cost around $300, counting a two day park hopper pass to Disneyland, hotels for 3 days, food for every single meal, The Wax Museum and a few other excursions. Holy freaking good deal, right?!? That's what I said too. It's going to be so much fun!!! And the girls I'm going with are: Holly Kendall, Carly Lockwood, Sarah Oaks (roommates), Jori Donaldson (roommate of Carly and Holly last year), Jessica Campbell, Vanessa Campbell (next door neighbors), and one of the Campbell sister's friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that I have quite the amazing life, and I'd heartily agree (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4886849339649555929?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4886849339649555929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4886849339649555929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4886849339649555929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/12.html' title='12 + Life'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2E6xv-Tdl8/TViuKznKNuI/AAAAAAAABXM/IhbpzJuT3Z8/s72-c/DSCI0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6438827398085620786</id><published>2011-02-06T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:20:14.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've mentioned this before,</title><content type='html'>But I'm legitimately a hypochondriac. So please, if you could, refrain from telling me your health problems, that would save me so much struggling by trying to figure out how to live my life with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also super easily persuaded, and I think I'm the same height as the people I surround myself with, or the same age.. My mind is just so super messed up. And I'm stubborn in the moment of a heated discussion, only to find out that after I've calmed down, I probably just sounded like an idiot because I hardly ever know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shiz monkeys, I've got some issues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-6438827398085620786?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6438827398085620786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-mentioned-this-before.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6438827398085620786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6438827398085620786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-mentioned-this-before.html' title='I&apos;ve mentioned this before,'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7423571440289512611</id><published>2011-02-02T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:35:11.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERRRRRRRRRRRDDDDD</title><content type='html'>You may think this is strange, but I seriously hate the days that I don't have math homework. I love love love love LOVE math!! (Maybe I should be a math major?) And it's not very often that we aren't assigned homework, unless a) he doesn't finish teaching the section all the way through or b) it's Friday, Saturday or Sunday. And I got my results from my first test... 75/80! That's a 94ish% (: The two that I got wrong were the two that I guessed on, so I feel pretty good about that! (Plus, the cute kid, Ronny, got a 72/80! ;)(that was rude.. I'm sorry Ronny) Anyways, tonight is one of those no homework nights. Maybe I'll just do some extra problems from other assignments so I can.. really know what I'm doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7423571440289512611?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7423571440289512611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerrrrrrrrrrrddddd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7423571440289512611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7423571440289512611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerrrrrrrrrrrddddd.html' title='NERRRRRRRRRRRDDDDD'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4026687687597537878</id><published>2011-02-02T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:26:30.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOT TOOOOOOT!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUogBQKFE8I/AAAAAAAABXE/tmPJ_l2oAmY/s1600/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUogBQKFE8I/AAAAAAAABXE/tmPJ_l2oAmY/s400/IMG_3514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569299095086240706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just really think I'm funny. And yanno, "THAT'S FINE!" because I'm not really sure how many other people feel the same way, and SOMEONE'S gotta love me, right? And it's not normally when I'm thinking about saying something and I'm like "Man, I have to say something funny, because that's just who I am" because we all know I don't think before I talk. Hence why I think I'm funny. The things that come out of my mouth sometimes.. WOW do they sound stupid. And a lot of times, someone has to make fun of me for saying something before I actually find the funniness in it, but still. Also, when I write things, like all of these blog posts, and assignments where I'm free to talk like myself.. it's entertaining. I would copy and paste my assignment that I'm working on right now, but then it probably wouldn't be funny. But basically, it's just the same as my blog, so you get the idea. And I'm really good at making funny faces and looking like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm done tooting my own horn, haha. Enjoy my blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm buying a membership to 24Hour Fitness tonight!! I'm EXTHITED!! (&lt;-excited with a lisp)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4026687687597537878?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4026687687597537878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/toot-toooooot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4026687687597537878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4026687687597537878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/toot-toooooot.html' title='TOOT TOOOOOOT!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUogBQKFE8I/AAAAAAAABXE/tmPJ_l2oAmY/s72-c/IMG_3514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2860569242974433076</id><published>2011-02-02T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:31:15.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha.. go to urbandictionary.com and look up your name.. I guarantee mine is going to be funnier than yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUmGwfGQjCI/AAAAAAAABW8/LRQAJZIHvRA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-02%2Bat%2B9.29.37%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUmGwfGQjCI/AAAAAAAABW8/LRQAJZIHvRA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-02%2Bat%2B9.29.37%2BAM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569130581759921186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2860569242974433076?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2860569242974433076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/urban-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2860569242974433076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2860569242974433076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/urban-dictionary.html' title='Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUmGwfGQjCI/AAAAAAAABW8/LRQAJZIHvRA/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-02%2Bat%2B9.29.37%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4024396202961442763</id><published>2011-02-01T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:55:58.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to expound!</title><content type='html'>First thing on the agenda, ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS NOT GAY!!!!!!! (I thought he was.. hence &lt;a href="http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;) But no. I texted Cha Cha, and they told me that he's not.. So I'm very happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've recently begun to realize how much my brain influences my life, and how much more mine does than any other normal human being. Okay, that sounds super retarded, and you're probably thinking "Wow, Shaylin.. I'm pretty sure your brain is nowhere near you when you're going about day-to-day things." Well, okay, you're really correct. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT I'M TRYING TO MAKE! What I'm trying to get across, is that I think I'm a less serious form of a hypochondriac. In high school, whenever a friend told me of a health problem (ie heart palpitations) I was convinced I had it, when I never did. And just recently, Sharsti told me that she was Lactose Intolerant, and then of course I thought I was the same way, bought pills, and I'm not. I'm just retarded. Now, I tell myself that I'm super picky with food.. but am I really? So, I've decided that I'm going to always think that I like whatever I'm eating, and tell myself that I'm not sick and I don't have health problems. So, let's hope it works (: Maybe I'll transform my whole life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Justin Bieber hahahaha. So, I'm not like a super fan, I just really like his music. A lot. I listen to his album probably 2 or 3 times through every day (: And one day, I was at walmart for something, and I just so happened to come across his calendar, so of course I bought it. So he's happily hanging in my room (: But just so you know, it's a joke. I bought the calendar as a joke, and every time I see it on my wall, I laugh. Happy things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4024396202961442763?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4024396202961442763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-to-expound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4024396202961442763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4024396202961442763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-to-expound.html' title='Time to expound!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8309198189620588796</id><published>2011-02-01T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:33:08.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Thoughts for now</title><content type='html'>I honestly wish I could just blog all day long! I feel like I have so many thoughts running through my head and I don't have enough patient people in my life to be talking 24/7.. So, here are some thoughts that I'll expound on when I have more time.. I just don't have enough time right now! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;2. Retraining my brain to thinking that I'm not picky&lt;br /&gt;3. Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... that's not as many as I was thinking it was going to be.. Anyways, I'm going to go do homework, eat breakfast, then get to work. ADIOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8309198189620588796?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8309198189620588796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-honestly-wish-i-could-just-blog-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8309198189620588796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8309198189620588796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-honestly-wish-i-could-just-blog-all.html' title='3 Thoughts for now'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-748021482816801025</id><published>2011-01-31T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:32:48.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIPPIN BALLS</title><content type='html'>Dude, tonight.. I'm super trippin balls. I'm not even sure what mood I'm in, but it's definitely weird..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I highly doubt this is going to make sense to anyone except for me and my roommates (who I know won't read this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an exciting new addition to my life, was super excited about it for about a day, and then found out that it really wasn't all that I talked it up to be. And then I noticed that something that's been in front of my face for a while, is a lot more than I ever realized, and I'm kinda sad that I did "x" because it could either strengthen or hurt "y". Hopefully strengthen.. But would it be awkward? Is this supposed to happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's past my bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-748021482816801025?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/748021482816801025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/dude-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/748021482816801025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/748021482816801025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/dude-tonight.html' title='TRIPPIN BALLS'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5520310497985692899</id><published>2011-01-27T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T17:37:27.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST. DAY. EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Literally, today is thee best day ever! Last night, I went to bed at 11:30, which is VERY VERY good for us, seeing as though the night before, we didn't get in bed until 3:00am. So anyways, I woke up at 7:25 to get ready for work at 8. I brought a packet of Strawberry oatmeal, a piece of bread, and 1/2 cup of milk for my oatmeal, got started working and making my breakfast, and my attitude was amazing today!! I was just so super happy! And last night I asked my Mom if she would so kindly like to help me out with my plane ticket for when I go home next month, and after finding out that it would be about $196.00, she offered to pay $100!!!! YAY! I LOVE MY MOM! Then I got so excited about that at work, so I told my friend Josh, who then told me that he might be able to get me a "buddy pass" because apparently, February is the perfect time to fly! He then went and talked to his parents, who said that I could have the buddy pass, and it would only be $103 round trip to fly home!!!!! After professing my love to him and his parents for doing such a generous thing for me, I went back to work. I finished all my stuff by 3:25, left at 3:30, then got ready for school really quickly and headed to UVU. I got to my math class just a couple minutes after it started, was greeted by the two guys that I usually sit in-between (one of them is in my Ethics &amp;amp; Values class, the other is just cute:) and then cute boy offered me his Australian licorice, which tastes just like Fruit by the Foot (DELICIOUS) and then reviewed for my math test. And he kept offering me the candies, which I accepted each time, and then he told me that I can have as many as I wanted!! YES!! I LOVE when people offer me lots of candy!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Side note, I already love Math probably more than anyone should, so I'm already in a superb mood because a-I'm in math, b-I'm studying for a math test, and the fact that I'm sitting in between two super nice guys.. WHO WOULDN'T BE HAPPY!?!)&lt;/span&gt; As we're leaving the class, I said something to Ethics &amp;amp; Values boy, and then he asked what my name was, and then I found out his name is Danny, and then cute boy was walking right next to me, and I still didn't know his name, so I turned to him and asked what his name was (Ronny) and I told him my name and then we talked a little bit and said goodbye! So I'm completely happy from talking to them (because usually I just keep to myself at school, which I don't know why, because I love being friendly) and I get home and decide to file my taxes because I got my W2s today! So I'm filing, putting the information in, AND I FIND OUT THAT I'M GETTING $1440.00 BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Which means that I can officially go to California for spring break with all the girls!!!! Let me just tell you, I'm in one of thee best moods I think I've ever been in!!! SOOO HAPPY!! PLUS, the day keeps getting even better!! At 7:00, our Relief Society is having a coupon "class" where we learn about couponing and saving money, and then we all get to go to Nickel City (It's an arcade place, where you use nickels for everything) and play Laser Tag, ALL OF WHICH OUR WARD IS PAYING FOR!!!!!!!!! Oh my goodness. Do you agree with me that today is thee best day ever?!!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FREAK YEAH! I LOVE MY LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUIcwgTQ9hI/AAAAAAAABWs/pTLOtoKrIsk/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUIcwgTQ9hI/AAAAAAAABWs/pTLOtoKrIsk/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567043709013390866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my super ecstatic face!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5520310497985692899?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5520310497985692899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5520310497985692899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5520310497985692899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-day-ever.html' title='BEST. DAY. EVER!!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TUIcwgTQ9hI/AAAAAAAABWs/pTLOtoKrIsk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-27%2Bat%2B18.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7502725638513241869</id><published>2011-01-25T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:53:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Life</title><content type='html'>There are so many things going through my mind today, so this post is probably going to be super all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To start off my rambling, it's January 25th, 2011. Holy freak.. when did this happen!? I remember the beginning of 2010 thinking that it was so crazy that we were in a year where you could say "Twenty ten" instead of having to say "two thousand and nine", and I'm pretty sure that was just 2 seconds ago.. Welp, wrong on that one! THAT WAS A WHOLE FREAKING YEAR AGO! This past year, I fear, went by WAYYYYYYY to fast. Probably had thee best summer I've ever had in my life, got super close with my roommates, whom I love so much, passed the year mark with my job (that has never ever ever happened before), went to Mexico for the third time, and many many more things. I feel so much older than I am. Because of Carly and Holly, I think I'm 22.. I'm not. I'm still 20. And I'm still half a year away from even being 21. I'm young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-January 25th has another significance. In exactly one month, Elder Jonathan Kaleo O' Kalani Kamae will have faithfully finished his 2 year mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It's weird to think that on August 16, 2007, Jonathan and I officially started our relationship as a couple, and with just a few hard times and a couple silly break-ups in the process, stayed best friends / boyfriend-girlfriend for a year and a half. And then all of a sudden, he's gone. No face-to-face conversations, no hanging out, no telephone calls.. Only emails and letters for 23 months. And in 31 days, it goes back to how it was 23 months ago. I know that the both of us have changed in so many ways, and it's impossible to know if things will work out between us in the end, and it's probably going to be one of the top 5 awkward moments in our relationship when he comes home, and the 894.58 miles that will be between us while he's at home are going to be quite inconvenient..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm getting my best friend back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sure, I have other super good friends, but he is thee one person that I can tell everything to. Anything and everything. And I won't have to ask questions and have them go forgotten because they're in the middle of a rambling letter that he didn't have time to respond to. We're going to have double-sided conversations again. And for the first week, I won't have to look at pictures to see his face. I won't have to listen to a recording to remember the way he talks. I'm getting my best friend back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is thee most amazing church on this earth. I know for a fact that without it, every single thing in my life would be completely different, and I'm going to assume that it wouldn't be a "good" different either. Joseph Smith did one of the most miraculous things, second to my Savior, to sacrifice all the he had to bring this church back to the earth so that we could all benefit from it. I can't even imagine how much faith and courage that must have taken, but I do know how much faith I have in him and how much I love him for doing it. For some reason I have a hard time expressing my love for the gospel, but just know that it is the number one thing in my life, and I am never going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Ethics &amp;amp; Values class got canceled today (: What a wonderful surprise that little piece of paper outside of the door was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I get to go help out in a 2nd grade class tomorrow from 9-11ish (: And then I have until 4:00 to do whatever I want, because I don't have to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love sweats and slippers. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before on this blog, but if I had to wear one outfit for the rest of my life, it would definitely include sweats and slippers. I really don't think there's anything better. Also, I often wish I could wear guy pants and not look like a lesbian. That would probably also be super comfortable. But this world is just so stupidly judgemental. And, not going to lie, I'd probably convince myself I was a lesbian, and that would be super awkward and terrible.. So, no man pants. Unless it's just around the house, when I have a man to steal pants from (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm listening to John Mayer's Live in LA cd, with the christmas lights on in my room, and it is absolutely magical (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. Basically, I'm just really happy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7502725638513241869?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7502725638513241869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-are-so-many-things-going-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7502725638513241869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7502725638513241869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-are-so-many-things-going-through.html' title='The Heart of Life'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5372094358009799501</id><published>2011-01-22T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:15:03.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession to the confession.</title><content type='html'>I didn't do my homework. I sat on Kaylee and Sean's couch with a blanket, without Franklin and read Twilight. But at least I was doing my laundry at the same time, right?! Which, by the way, I hadn't done since before we left for Mexico.. So over a month? And I did all that laundry in two loads. Thank goodness I haven't had much of a life lately and have just been wearing my work clothes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5372094358009799501?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5372094358009799501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/confession-to-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5372094358009799501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5372094358009799501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/confession-to-confession.html' title='Confession to the confession.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7341080987319279252</id><published>2011-01-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:11:24.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession.</title><content type='html'>All I want to do right now is just sit on the couch, with Franklin and a blanket and read Twilight (for the third time), followed by the last three books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTuOEAc0U-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/m3nyl2uDxCU/s1600/twilight_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTuOEAc0U-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/m3nyl2uDxCU/s400/twilight_book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565197964037870562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I have a lot of homework to do, and I can't justify just sitting there reading a non-homework related book while my homework goes untouched. Maybe I can finish my homework tonight, and then sit and read all night tomorrow?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck (: I'll do my best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7341080987319279252?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7341080987319279252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7341080987319279252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7341080987319279252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/confession.html' title='Confession.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTuOEAc0U-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/m3nyl2uDxCU/s72-c/twilight_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6185995729191961528</id><published>2011-01-21T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:01:03.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marnie bought new boots.</title><content type='html'>And I was with her when she ordered them online. Which means I want to buy new boots. Dang her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how hot hers are though!! She is getting the brown ones (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTqAlLUPw1I/AAAAAAAABWI/cZQzXyP_X0g/s1600/V288278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTqAlLUPw1I/AAAAAAAABWI/cZQzXyP_X0g/s400/V288278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564901665750893394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-6185995729191961528?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6185995729191961528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/marnie-bought-new-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6185995729191961528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6185995729191961528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/marnie-bought-new-boots.html' title='Marnie bought new boots.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTqAlLUPw1I/AAAAAAAABWI/cZQzXyP_X0g/s72-c/V288278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4769959168033404704</id><published>2011-01-18T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:54:51.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Shaylin..</title><content type='html'>I did quite the stupid thing today. I took a nap, and then I couldn't fall asleep. Hence why it's 2:49am and I'm still awake. Which really sucks, because Tuesdays (tomorrow) are my busiest days! I have school from 8:30am-9:20am, work from 10:30am-3:30pm, school/institute from 4:00pm-8:30pm. Then I get to come home and do homework. YIPEE! But for reals. I have to wake up in 5 hours. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least I was productive! In my Ethics and Values class, we have to read a bunch of essays and then write summaries on them. Now, if you know me and my homework habits, I've never ever been good at writing OR summarizing, so this class is a little bit challenging. So, since I read the essay earlier, I wrote my summary! And this time, it only took me like 45 minutes! I'm pretty proud of myself (: Maybe by the end of this semester, I'll be able to write a summary in 15 minutes! Or 10! Or maybe I'm getting wayyyy to ahead of myself. Haha, anyways, I think I'll be able to fall asleep now. And I'm sleeping on the couch tonight so I can actually wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4769959168033404704?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4769959168033404704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-shaylin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4769959168033404704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4769959168033404704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-shaylin.html' title='Oh, Shaylin..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7931551873082633646</id><published>2011-01-17T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:20:05.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30. I FINISHED!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 30 - Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Shaylin Dewey. I am a sister, a daughter, a friend. (I feel like I'm writing one of those poems that we had to write back in Jr. High haha) I am way too impulsive. I am very opinionated on music. I am happy. I am in love with candy. I am incredibly full of laughter. I am excited for this year. I am obsessed with shoes. I am whimsical. I am incapable of going to bed before 2 in my current living situation. I am too shy when I first meet people. I am trying to be more positive. I am very emotional. I am spunky. I am spontaneous. I am easily injured. I am loving. I am me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVMG1muZKI/AAAAAAAABVw/dZ0VM1EM32w/s1600/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVMG1muZKI/AAAAAAAABVw/dZ0VM1EM32w/s400/IMG_3316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563436595038545058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVM69wBPHI/AAAAAAAABWA/PyO3vb0az9I/s1600/IMG_3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVM69wBPHI/AAAAAAAABWA/PyO3vb0az9I/s400/IMG_3186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563437490578209906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVMvX_VG6I/AAAAAAAABV4/p7XGEbE-S_w/s1600/IMG_1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVMvX_VG6I/AAAAAAAABV4/p7XGEbE-S_w/s400/IMG_1943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563437291463318434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7931551873082633646?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7931551873082633646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-30-i-finished.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7931551873082633646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7931551873082633646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-30-i-finished.html' title='Day 30. I FINISHED!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTVMG1muZKI/AAAAAAAABVw/dZ0VM1EM32w/s72-c/IMG_3316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-9073234747819596622</id><published>2011-01-17T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:49:11.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTRygZlnZKI/AAAAAAAABVo/9iE1b4YRHkI/s1600/100_6098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTRygZlnZKI/AAAAAAAABVo/9iE1b4YRHkI/s400/100_6098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563197340659442850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old Washington days.. Back in High School when I didn't have much to worry about, and my car would get written on all the time and my house would get toilet papered like it a requirement. Anyways, this is just one of the random drawings that happened to make it on my car (: I should have taken a picture of when I was "Just Married" or when I had oreos all over my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-9073234747819596622?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/9073234747819596622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/9073234747819596622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/9073234747819596622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-29.html' title='Day 29.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTRygZlnZKI/AAAAAAAABVo/9iE1b4YRHkI/s72-c/100_6098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7641013503823885919</id><published>2011-01-16T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:44:21.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 28 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 14, 2010 (Jonathan's birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPM6RPWQrI/AAAAAAAABVQ/KrVnfsUufi8/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPM6RPWQrI/AAAAAAAABVQ/KrVnfsUufi8/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563015266164949682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 13, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPOSaRDjpI/AAAAAAAABVg/057v-9xbKA0/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-13%2Bat%2B20.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPOSaRDjpI/AAAAAAAABVg/057v-9xbKA0/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-13%2Bat%2B20.03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563016780416519826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, last year feels like 2 seconds ago. I really don't remember, or can't think of how I've changed. Other than in the material ways .. Last year this time, I was living in apartment 307 and now I'm in 209. I was waiting a year for Jon to come home, and now I only have 39 days.. I'm still working at Pizza Pie Cafe (which is thee longest I've ever had a job for!!) I've probably grown spiritually? But not much, which is terrible haha. Well, overall we can tell that I'm quite pathetic. So, that should be all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7641013503823885919?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7641013503823885919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7641013503823885919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7641013503823885919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-28.html' title='Day 28.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPM6RPWQrI/AAAAAAAABVQ/KrVnfsUufi8/s72-c/IMG_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3184330240215816518</id><published>2011-01-16T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:53:21.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 27 - A picture of something your afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPK0sobijI/AAAAAAAABVI/7rGFX4ZY_-8/s1600/s2_top.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPK0sobijI/AAAAAAAABVI/7rGFX4ZY_-8/s400/s2_top.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563012971415439922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely, I'm super afraid of the dark. And I think it's genetic? Cause my Mom and Kaylee are both deathly afraid of it too. Scary stuff out there!! I avoid situations when I have to be alone in the dark.. If I'm with someone else, it's not as bad, but still not ideal. I'm a fan of bright things (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3184330240215816518?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3184330240215816518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3184330240215816518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3184330240215816518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-27.html' title='Day 27.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPK0sobijI/AAAAAAAABVI/7rGFX4ZY_-8/s72-c/s2_top.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7134064100688032185</id><published>2011-01-16T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:48:18.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means alot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPJPlgZKYI/AAAAAAAABVA/uFGdMN2UBCY/s1600/lds_scriptures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPJPlgZKYI/AAAAAAAABVA/uFGdMN2UBCY/s400/lds_scriptures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563011234335893890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first thing that came to mind, and I'm so glad they did. I LOVE the scriptures!! They contain so many interesting stories, and it's our history, and it helps with SOOO many problems that I have in my life!! Whenever I feel like poop, I pick up my scriptures and just start reading. Reason number BEST for reading them: It brings you closer to the Lord. WHO DOESN'T WANT THAT?!?! I wish I could properly express my love for them, but my only suggestion for you to understand how I feel about the scriptures is just pick them up and start reading. Hopefully after a little of reading, you'll agree with me too (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7134064100688032185?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7134064100688032185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7134064100688032185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7134064100688032185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-26.html' title='Day 26.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPJPlgZKYI/AAAAAAAABVA/uFGdMN2UBCY/s72-c/lds_scriptures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2970219284241603178</id><published>2011-01-16T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:42:31.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 25 - Another picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPIQ9Nmj-I/AAAAAAAABU4/PPSk3Ug2K7E/s1600/n605325119_3189305_6811812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPIQ9Nmj-I/AAAAAAAABU4/PPSk3Ug2K7E/s400/n605325119_3189305_6811812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563010158367772642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of these family members (: If only the rest of them had been there, this would be even more epic!! Nothing like a friendly little game of croquet to have some quality family time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2970219284241603178?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2970219284241603178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2970219284241603178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2970219284241603178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-25.html' title='Day 25.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTPIQ9Nmj-I/AAAAAAAABU4/PPSk3Ug2K7E/s72-c/n605325119_3189305_6811812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4905008320252750601</id><published>2011-01-15T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:33:59.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 24 - A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTKdajMYmWI/AAAAAAAABUw/SipMmYK-CuA/s1600/61712_478542685119_605325119_7290721_8369863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTKdajMYmWI/AAAAAAAABUw/SipMmYK-CuA/s400/61712_478542685119_605325119_7290721_8369863_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562681569205328226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. LOVE. THIS. GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;She is my little "dude". She's growing up so fast, she wears make up, she has a cell phone, she is thee most innocent person I've ever met. I seriously love her. And I'm so excited every time I go home to play with her!! I do feel really bad though, because in Mexico she wanted to play tennis, and I just wanted to chill cause it was my last day. But Jace, I promise I'll make it up to you!! And I miss her like crazy! I think about her all the time, and I just wish she was older so that she could move in with me. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; want her to move in with me. I know we'd have so much fun!!! And I'm going home around the 25th of February when Jon comes home, but all the time that I'm not with him, I know for freaking sure that I'll be with my most favorite little sister in the entire world!! I love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gosh, I miss her. I need her here. Ma, can you fly her out here please?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4905008320252750601?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4905008320252750601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-24-picture-of-yourself-and-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4905008320252750601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4905008320252750601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-24-picture-of-yourself-and-family.html' title='Day 24.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTKdajMYmWI/AAAAAAAABUw/SipMmYK-CuA/s72-c/61712_478542685119_605325119_7290721_8369863_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5845891855003954225</id><published>2011-01-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:16:03.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 23 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, for shizzle dizzle, this girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTKaAVxic-I/AAAAAAAABUo/i4YqfxLqEXk/s1600/DSCI0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTKaAVxic-I/AAAAAAAABUo/i4YqfxLqEXk/s400/DSCI0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562677820391584738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her. I haven't always loved her, but I definitely love her now (: I now have to share her with her wonderful husband Sean, which I'm fine with. Anyways, we have so much amazingly fun times, I just love the crap out of her (: Well, not literally. I actually hate that part of her. She's quite amazing! I would encourage you to get to know her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5845891855003954225?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5845891855003954225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5845891855003954225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5845891855003954225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-23.html' title='Day 23.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TTKaAVxic-I/AAAAAAAABUo/i4YqfxLqEXk/s72-c/DSCI0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5137527872951248041</id><published>2010-12-25T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:06:55.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 22 - A picture that confuses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a picture for this one.. I've been trying to look for a picture that conveys a missionary coming home, but apparently that's the one and only thing that you CAN'T find online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the thing that confuses me is : HOW IN THE WORLD DID 2 YEARS GO BY SO FAST?!?! I swear, Jonathan just left.. like, 2 days ago. But no, he comes home in 41 days. I'm excited though (: Anyways, that's all for this one (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5137527872951248041?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5137527872951248041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5137527872951248041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5137527872951248041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-22.html' title='Day 22.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3806834646347724809</id><published>2010-12-25T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:35:21.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbhvm_od1I/AAAAAAAABUc/pzU3qmKS4Aw/s1600/nike-logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbhvm_od1I/AAAAAAAABUc/pzU3qmKS4Aw/s400/nike-logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554875398445627218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike means shoes. Yes, it means a whole butt load of money that I really shouldn't spend, but my GOODNESS do they make me happy!! I. Love. SHOES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3806834646347724809?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3806834646347724809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3806834646347724809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3806834646347724809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-21.html' title='Day 21.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbhvm_od1I/AAAAAAAABUc/pzU3qmKS4Aw/s72-c/nike-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1025517115510767296</id><published>2010-12-25T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:29:41.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Greece and Italy, I want to go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbe2C5lpNI/AAAAAAAABUE/RCmU9Bt6vWY/s1600/Tahiti-Over-Bung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbe2C5lpNI/AAAAAAAABUE/RCmU9Bt6vWY/s400/Tahiti-Over-Bung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554872210480800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbfimaZ6BI/AAAAAAAABUM/CYhnJT1DFTw/s1600/indonesia_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbfimaZ6BI/AAAAAAAABUM/CYhnJT1DFTw/s400/indonesia_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554872975927928850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbgucmepfI/AAAAAAAABUU/QLhsFNNg8NE/s1600/Guana%2BIsland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbgucmepfI/AAAAAAAABUU/QLhsFNNg8NE/s400/Guana%2BIsland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554874278964274674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;More...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1025517115510767296?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1025517115510767296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1025517115510767296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1025517115510767296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-20.html' title='Day 20.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbe2C5lpNI/AAAAAAAABUE/RCmU9Bt6vWY/s72-c/Tahiti-Over-Bung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8662624089711657754</id><published>2010-12-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:13:18.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 19 - A picture of someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my high school friends. I miss how close we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbcjTGDZCI/AAAAAAAABT8/_XzsEesB780/s1600/l_381f2892dbe9018eb4def8e55f212966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbcjTGDZCI/AAAAAAAABT8/_XzsEesB780/s400/l_381f2892dbe9018eb4def8e55f212966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554869689387279394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of these boys are now on missions, and 2 girls are married. Oh, life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8662624089711657754?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8662624089711657754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8662624089711657754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8662624089711657754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-19.html' title='Day 19.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbcjTGDZCI/AAAAAAAABT8/_XzsEesB780/s72-c/l_381f2892dbe9018eb4def8e55f212966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1361466065328713827</id><published>2010-12-25T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:08:56.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 18 - A picture of the cast of your favourite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbaghTrauI/AAAAAAAABTs/CbTvGZ83p64/s1600/psych.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbaghTrauI/AAAAAAAABTs/CbTvGZ83p64/s400/psych.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554867442639661794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psych, watched 5 seasons in a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbbxpfoN4I/AAAAAAAABT0/fRHWC7yOsC8/s1600/a-private-practice-cast-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbbxpfoN4I/AAAAAAAABT0/fRHWC7yOsC8/s400/a-private-practice-cast-pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554868836406671234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Practice (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1361466065328713827?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1361466065328713827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1361466065328713827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1361466065328713827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-18.html' title='Day 18.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbaghTrauI/AAAAAAAABTs/CbTvGZ83p64/s72-c/psych.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2450989939820577210</id><published>2010-12-25T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:59:12.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 17 - Your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but since the first time I heard this, I've been in love with it. No matter when, where, or what mood I'm in, it always makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVZv2mNUmFs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;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/eVZv2mNUmFs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFEHOUSE&lt;br /&gt;"Blind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young but I wasn't naive&lt;br /&gt;I watched helpless as he turned around to leave&lt;br /&gt;And still I have the pain I have to carry&lt;br /&gt;A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like it was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this why&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever wanna leave it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could not believe it&lt;br /&gt;That my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2450989939820577210?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2450989939820577210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2450989939820577210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2450989939820577210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-17.html' title='Day 17.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2892736828740931846</id><published>2010-12-25T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:54:07.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 16 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want to switch lives with Loonette. And I guess I have to state the obvious for my reasons why..&lt;br /&gt;1. She has a HUGE, COMFY COUCH!&lt;br /&gt;2. She gets to wear very comfy (and silly looking) clothes, AND SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;3. She isn't criticized for carrying her doll around (stuffed animal in my case)&lt;br /&gt;4. She gets to sing and dance with the mail man&lt;br /&gt;5. Back to the couch, it has everything known to man in it! EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbW36vn58I/AAAAAAAABTk/AmG_vg4a3ds/s1600/big_comfy_couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbW36vn58I/AAAAAAAABTk/AmG_vg4a3ds/s400/big_comfy_couch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554863446558238658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2892736828740931846?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2892736828740931846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2892736828740931846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2892736828740931846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-16.html' title='Day 16.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TRbW36vn58I/AAAAAAAABTk/AmG_vg4a3ds/s72-c/big_comfy_couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8578227826411556131</id><published>2010-12-25T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:36:58.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico!</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, it was AMAZING! I don't really feel like posting about it right now though, so just know it rocked (: And I had a boyfriend for a week who was completely in love with me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8578227826411556131?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8578227826411556131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8578227826411556131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8578227826411556131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/mexico.html' title='Mexico!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3205430753441396112</id><published>2010-12-14T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:40:21.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to travel the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgqAdwp1UI/AAAAAAAABTU/SyjTy24I_aI/s1600/greece_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgqAdwp1UI/AAAAAAAABTU/SyjTy24I_aI/s400/greece_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550732728211199298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgqgngCyeI/AAAAAAAABTc/z-32GrzzLDw/s1600/rialto-bridge-grand-canal-venice-italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgqgngCyeI/AAAAAAAABTc/z-32GrzzLDw/s400/rialto-bridge-grand-canal-venice-italy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550733280581700066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Greece and Italy in the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is so gorgeous, at least that's what I see in all the pictures. BUT I WANT TO GO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3205430753441396112?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3205430753441396112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3205430753441396112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3205430753441396112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-15.html' title='Day 15.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgqAdwp1UI/AAAAAAAABTU/SyjTy24I_aI/s72-c/greece_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4515841965747741569</id><published>2010-12-14T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:32:05.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 14 - Picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgoXC6IL-I/AAAAAAAABTE/vErO7auhb0g/s1600/74119_10150312989135114_545450113_15542013_1509327_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgoXC6IL-I/AAAAAAAABTE/vErO7auhb0g/s400/74119_10150312989135114_545450113_15542013_1509327_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550730917116915682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family (: Every one of them, and I definitely wouldn't be here without them all. We all have such different personalities, but we go together so well! LOVE YOU FAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4515841965747741569?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4515841965747741569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4515841965747741569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4515841965747741569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-14.html' title='Day 14.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQgoXC6IL-I/AAAAAAAABTE/vErO7auhb0g/s72-c/74119_10150312989135114_545450113_15542013_1509327_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7397620029172858424</id><published>2010-12-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:20:35.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 13 - A picture of something you hate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQglobl3epI/AAAAAAAABS8/0eawlEzS084/s1600/whistling_rufus_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQglobl3epI/AAAAAAAABS8/0eawlEzS084/s400/whistling_rufus_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550727917265713810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHISTLING BUGS THE CRAP OUT OF ME!! A couple guys do it at work ALL THE TIME and I'm about to shoot either their brains out, or mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7397620029172858424?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7397620029172858424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7397620029172858424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7397620029172858424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-13.html' title='Day 13.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQglobl3epI/AAAAAAAABS8/0eawlEzS084/s72-c/whistling_rufus_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6637275589958905256</id><published>2010-12-11T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:07:43.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>I just counted all of the guys (or the ones I can remember) that I've kissed since the beginning of High School until now.. and I have 17.. give or take a couple.. Well, more like just give a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years, 17 guys... Is that bad?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-6637275589958905256?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6637275589958905256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6637275589958905256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6637275589958905256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5054133259218073192</id><published>2010-12-09T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:48:19.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, meet: Franklin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQHT_rVWnhI/AAAAAAAABSs/z3_TMZFy00c/s1600/Cute%25210519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQHT_rVWnhI/AAAAAAAABSs/z3_TMZFy00c/s400/Cute%25210519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548949306814668306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've met before. Well, maybe not, but he's made an appearance on my blog in 5 pictures. But now it's time for the formal introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Franklin&lt;br /&gt;Age: Ten years old (Or possibly 9?)&lt;br /&gt;We first met at the Puyallup Fair in the year 2000. (Or maybe 2001?) He was a prize. Waiting.. wishing for me to win that particular game so we could begin our loving relationship. And, like always, I wasn't a let down. I WON that game. Franklin was named after the cartoon of the Turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQHXWwSquPI/AAAAAAAABS0/a_F9I0VUXp0/s1600/draft_lens2147159module11269994photo_1220238731franklin-705894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQHXWwSquPI/AAAAAAAABS0/a_F9I0VUXp0/s400/draft_lens2147159module11269994photo_1220238731franklin-705894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548953001817454834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, if you knew me back then.. That was my favorite show to watch. LOVED IT. (Still do.. I'm going to watch an episode tonight, now that we're talking about it.) Anyways, he has literally been there for ever sad moment of my life.. since I got him, that is. Back in 9th grade when Scottie cheated on me, Franklin went along with me to the bathroom where I cried and cried and cried. He was there when I found out about my wonderful Aunt Kathy. He was there when Jonathan left for college, and then on his mission. He's there with me every night at bed time to comfort me from any incoming danger or discomfort. I literally don't sleep well at all without him. I'll wake up every hour or so, lost and confused. Franklin is more than just "a stuffed animal". He's one of my best friends (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5054133259218073192?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5054133259218073192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5054133259218073192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5054133259218073192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-12.html' title='Day 12.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQHT_rVWnhI/AAAAAAAABSs/z3_TMZFy00c/s72-c/Cute%25210519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4773091421083637646</id><published>2010-12-08T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:59:01.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 11 - Your celebrity crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll switch things up a bit. I'll do my celebrity girl crush. Not in a lesbian way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARRIE UNDERWOOD! (My oldest brother Ryan is convinced that he could have married her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB9BGMHkAI/AAAAAAAABSk/_FUe6rZPgCY/s1600/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB9BGMHkAI/AAAAAAAABSk/_FUe6rZPgCY/s400/carrie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548572198715232258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely 100 percent gorgeous. AMAZING AMAZING voice. Complete sweetheart. .. That's all I really know about her. But I'm in love with her. And she sings this song so beautifully, while doing such a great thing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/teqF7KbdS_c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;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/teqF7KbdS_c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/2058982299359360033-4773091421083637646?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4773091421083637646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4773091421083637646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4773091421083637646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-11.html' title='Day 11.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB9BGMHkAI/AAAAAAAABSk/_FUe6rZPgCY/s72-c/carrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5516368983368756361</id><published>2010-12-08T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:44:54.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 10 - A picture of someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUDDY! I know I've mentioned this before.. I have QUITE the list of men (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Wayne, Chris Brown, John Mayer, Jonathan Kaleo O' Kalani Kamae &lt;3, Zac Efron.. We'll stop there. But trust me, there's more. I guess we'll have to wait and see what the future holds, eh?! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5ZHhbBlI/AAAAAAAABSM/NeejtlUnvrg/s1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5ZHhbBlI/AAAAAAAABSM/NeejtlUnvrg/s400/zzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548568213343372882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5Y1Z8nuI/AAAAAAAABSE/4EkfR3jiDiY/s1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5Y1Z8nuI/AAAAAAAABSE/4EkfR3jiDiY/s400/zz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548568208480181986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5Yo7WkaI/AAAAAAAABR8/D-JNxT5uYWM/s1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5Yo7WkaI/AAAAAAAABR8/D-JNxT5uYWM/s400/z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548568205130633634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5ZiGQONI/AAAAAAAABSU/pOEgKezvrG0/s1600/jonathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5ZiGQONI/AAAAAAAABSU/pOEgKezvrG0/s400/jonathan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548568220477176018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB6RKIQG0I/AAAAAAAABSc/bB0sGR1atfY/s1600/zzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB6RKIQG0I/AAAAAAAABSc/bB0sGR1atfY/s400/zzzzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548569176115780418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5516368983368756361?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5516368983368756361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5516368983368756361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5516368983368756361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-10.html' title='Day 10.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB5ZHhbBlI/AAAAAAAABSM/NeejtlUnvrg/s72-c/zzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8759519317055543847</id><published>2010-12-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:22:15.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this seems kind of obvious, but my parents have been pulling me through everything in my life, and I'm so so so grateful to them for sticking with me. I don't know what infested my brain as a teenager, but I was NOT pleasant, not even in the least bit. I was a complete snot, a HUGE rebel for no reason, and I felt it necessary to never want to help my Mom or the family with anything? And the amount of make up? Really? Shaylin, you looked like a retard. Anyways, my parents still love me and put up with everything that I do, and they help me out more than I could have ever asked for. I love my parents more than anything in the world. LOVE THEM!! Seriously, the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is such a freaking dork, and she's so creative and funny and let it be known that SHE &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; me to go to my first "toilet papering" adventure. I did not want to go, but she made me.. And the rest is history (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQBsiO5HfxI/AAAAAAAABRc/7ZlRzBoWwS0/s1600/l_29c38eee0a8705c7d17a7fe00d38656b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQBsiO5HfxI/AAAAAAAABRc/7ZlRzBoWwS0/s400/l_29c38eee0a8705c7d17a7fe00d38656b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548554076289466130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad on the other hand, is the most tender hearted human being on the face of this planet. All he does is try to please everyone, gives everything he has to help his family even when he doesn't have much to begin with. I definitely have thee biggest soft spot in my heart for him.. I remember one time and we were playing games and he just wasn't having very good luck and I felt so bad for him that I started crying a little and tried to help him win.. I love my Dad. Love love love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQBzOWxBjSI/AAAAAAAABRs/KtlGPLR-WtQ/s1600/l_10a6707e6f5ed5ae2fe52ca9bfbe3c57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQBzOWxBjSI/AAAAAAAABRs/KtlGPLR-WtQ/s400/l_10a6707e6f5ed5ae2fe52ca9bfbe3c57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548561431387016482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, my step-dad, is amazing. He is immaculately patient with everyone and everything, and he is such a little kid at heart. He's all about family and his "toys". He definitely makes sure that anytime we're home, no matter the season, we have something to do. Boating in the summer, quadding whenever, snowmobiling in the winter.. He's so sweet. And, the first time I met him (back when I was.. 5?), he put me on his shoulders!! Instant connection. :D Never thought I'd be blessed with 2 amazing Dad's, but apparently I'm just super loved from the Man Upstairs!! I love Kevin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB1XLI-DOI/AAAAAAAABR0/JEbbhwV2FlM/s1600/n1075916195_30234257_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQB1XLI-DOI/AAAAAAAABR0/JEbbhwV2FlM/s400/n1075916195_30234257_1318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548563781908303074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say, I LOVE MY FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And (Side-note) Blogging is now my drug.. I'm seriously addicted to posting. But I'm justifying it right now because I'm doing the 30 day challenge, and since I started with Day 01 on Nov 22, I should be on Day 17 today. And I'm not. So technically, I'm just catching up? I'm really sorry if you (whoever you are) is getting irritated with the mass amounts that I post. And how much I ramble. But hey, this is my thing.. I call the shots (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8759519317055543847?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8759519317055543847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8759519317055543847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8759519317055543847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-09.html' title='Day 09.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQBsiO5HfxI/AAAAAAAABRc/7ZlRzBoWwS0/s72-c/l_29c38eee0a8705c7d17a7fe00d38656b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6351760636148875161</id><published>2010-12-08T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:15:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 08.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pictures. Focus on Kaylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQArdyE9yMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/UqnxzG91G5A/s1600/DSCI0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQArdyE9yMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/UqnxzG91G5A/s400/DSCI0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548482531579250882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAtm2FoMlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_z7qtlltHHU/s1600/n605325119_2429023_9681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAtm2FoMlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_z7qtlltHHU/s400/n605325119_2429023_9681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548484886297850450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-6351760636148875161?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6351760636148875161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6351760636148875161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6351760636148875161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-08.html' title='Day 08.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQArdyE9yMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/UqnxzG91G5A/s72-c/DSCI0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3798578108414377579</id><published>2010-12-08T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:03:41.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 07.</title><content type='html'>Day 07 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAqDdocB4I/AAAAAAAABQs/tWKNWLrzwLo/s1600/prophets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAqDdocB4I/AAAAAAAABQs/tWKNWLrzwLo/s400/prophets2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548480979902662530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm on my own, doing things because I want, and not because I'm forced, and finding out who I really am and what I believe in.. These men have THEE greatest significance in my life. They tell me to do something; I'll do it. I know that they are carefully chosen by MY Heavenly Father, who put them on this earth to get His message to the world. I don't ask questions, I just do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, I love The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.. Thanks Mom and Dad for raising me in the gospel (: I'll be forever grateful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3798578108414377579?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3798578108414377579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3798578108414377579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3798578108414377579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-07.html' title='Day 07.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAqDdocB4I/AAAAAAAABQs/tWKNWLrzwLo/s72-c/prophets2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1201479274050073075</id><published>2010-12-08T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:57:09.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 06.</title><content type='html'>Day 06 - A picture that shows your true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAo_0d0SHI/AAAAAAAABQk/-Sie2rUrNQY/s1600/l_55484f869e4878b363036b0d0d942982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAo_0d0SHI/AAAAAAAABQk/-Sie2rUrNQY/s400/l_55484f869e4878b363036b0d0d942982.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548479817801025650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little kid that loves watching Elmo and other various cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I love to jump around and be crazy. &lt;br /&gt;I love to go to different states (This time, 'twas Cali)&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm usually tan... ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1201479274050073075?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1201479274050073075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1201479274050073075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1201479274050073075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-06.html' title='Day 06.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAo_0d0SHI/AAAAAAAABQk/-Sie2rUrNQY/s72-c/l_55484f869e4878b363036b0d0d942982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-811284891838510887</id><published>2010-12-08T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:54:27.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 05.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 05 - A picture of somewhere you've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, any picture that I've ever taken will work for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAnadQybyI/AAAAAAAABQU/Vyzi_rRhW_Q/s1600/24078_406948393763_587538763_5018638_7833990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAnadQybyI/AAAAAAAABQU/Vyzi_rRhW_Q/s400/24078_406948393763_587538763_5018638_7833990_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548478076405575458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.utahkrishnas.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=100&amp;Itemid=190"&gt;The Festival Of Colors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that this is not very far away, seeing as it's in the state that I live in, but it's freaking rad! I've gone twice now, and plan on attending it every year that I can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAoc7JZUuI/AAAAAAAABQc/y4I_DJ7oxuk/s1600/l_c36e1e5b0ccd6dd46c5dcd201fcdaab9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAoc7JZUuI/AAAAAAAABQc/y4I_DJ7oxuk/s400/l_c36e1e5b0ccd6dd46c5dcd201fcdaab9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548479218298999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mexico (: -P.S. I'm going there for a third time next weekend. NEXT WEEKEND PEOPLE! 10 DAYS! (and these little cuties will be there too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-811284891838510887?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/811284891838510887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/811284891838510887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/811284891838510887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-05.html' title='Day 05.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAnadQybyI/AAAAAAAABQU/Vyzi_rRhW_Q/s72-c/24078_406948393763_587538763_5018638_7833990_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5089362288430358841</id><published>2010-12-08T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:37:26.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 04.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 04 - A habit that you wish you didn't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow.. Time to point out the flaws, eh? Well, let's get 'r done then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE- Biting my nails. (No picture. Just disgusting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO- Thinking I'm invincible to where I'll never get sunburnt. Shaylin. Use. Sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAjxY-1FxI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZxjgSi3saGI/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAjxY-1FxI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZxjgSi3saGI/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548474072346990354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE- Having such a solid opinion on some things. (No picture can show this.) But music, either I hate it, or I love it. People, I either love them, or I judge them. The list goes on. But I'm in the process of fixing them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR- Curling my hair. And thinking it looks cute. I do this, every single time I curl my hair. I think it looks good, I go out in public, pictures are taken.. Then I get the shocking news when I see the pictures and think "WHAT THE FREAK CRAWLED AROUND IN MY HAIR?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAmHmBPhEI/AAAAAAAABQM/5Az_CTDEy4E/s1600/DSC_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAmHmBPhEI/AAAAAAAABQM/5Az_CTDEy4E/s400/DSC_0232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548476652827149378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE - Spending money. Yes, I'm a shopaholic. I just can't help it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAyrzs5TSI/AAAAAAAABRE/IX4SdBWqutc/s1600/60205_478542395119_605325119_7290702_5429275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAyrzs5TSI/AAAAAAAABRE/IX4SdBWqutc/s400/60205_478542395119_605325119_7290702_5429275_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548490469114727714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh golly.. we're done with this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5089362288430358841?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5089362288430358841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5089362288430358841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5089362288430358841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-04.html' title='Day 04.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TQAjxY-1FxI/AAAAAAAABQE/ZxjgSi3saGI/s72-c/IMG_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3951798519013758152</id><published>2010-12-08T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:26:54.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need to see this.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Kayla Merten for allowing me to discover this, you now get to see me in my most beautiful, inspiring form.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://theuglydance.com/?v=nlylluuxuf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3951798519013758152?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3951798519013758152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-need-to-see-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3951798519013758152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3951798519013758152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-need-to-see-this.html' title='You need to see this.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2542482551929665762</id><published>2010-12-07T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:10:00.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 03. (I'm in a bloggy mood)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 03 - A picture of you and your craziest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA, I will post 3 pictures of 3 of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craziest&lt;/span&gt; friends. Please don't get this wrong with my best friends. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Although these 3 fall in that category as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, these are in order of when I met them)&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Friend #1:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaylee June Dewey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. AKA my big sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8gozzF8cI/AAAAAAAABPM/pP4-IuWEttc/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8gozzF8cI/AAAAAAAABPM/pP4-IuWEttc/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548189151415103938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends since August 1, 1990.. although not best friends until many years later. She and I have been through more than a lot of ups and downs, fights and tender moments, and best of all, jumping up and down-go crazy days! Every time we get together, it's filled with laughing until we cry, food (usually), and talking like complete retards; but understanding each other completely. I love this girl so incredibly much! Good thing we're related, so I never have to worry about not keeping in touch throughout the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Friend #2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jonathan Kaleo O' Kalani Kamae&lt;/span&gt;.. AKA "The Missionary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8tMTdx50I/AAAAAAAABP0/dJRA5_mXUoI/s1600/yum"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8tMTdx50I/AAAAAAAABP0/dJRA5_mXUoI/s400/yum" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548202955350599490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I met back in Jr. High, but didn't really start talking until our Junior year of High School. After a little while of hanging out, we were an "official" couple on August 16th, 2007. Let me tell you, this kid is INSANE!! I seriously hope he's still crazy-fun when he gets home from his mission, because he was always.. and I mean ALWAYS making me laugh!! Whenever I had some silly idea, he'd go along with it because he's such a sweetheart, but then he'd end up taking it to the next level of extreme-craziness!! He was always ready for spontaneous activities, and could come up with something to do in seconds. (P.S. - He comes home in 80 days!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Friend #3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Carly Ann Lockwood&lt;/span&gt;.. AKA Current Roommate and The Third Sister That I Never Had&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8ul0YQNtI/AAAAAAAABP8/TbuCiwk0rFU/s1600/IMG_3531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8ul0YQNtI/AAAAAAAABP8/TbuCiwk0rFU/s400/IMG_3531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548204493194147538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly and I met around the beginning of 2009, but she had a boyfriend that liked to flirt with Kaylee and I, so she didn't think very highly of me at the time. As the year went on, she realized how cool I was, and how idiotic her boyfriend was! She and I started getting really close probably at the beginning of 2010, and this girl is just a little kid! Which matches my personality perfectly!! She and I do more random things than anyone I've ever met! For example, we ran out of our apartments without shoes on to look at the pretty lightning.. but there were trees in the way, so we walked into the parking lot. But both trees AND apartments were in our way.. We just kept walking, and before we knew it, we were at Pizza Pie Cafe!! Then we ended up on the roof.. That is just one of the billions of moments with her. I'm so glad I met her. She is amazing!! I LOVE HER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2542482551929665762?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2542482551929665762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-im-in-bloggy-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2542482551929665762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2542482551929665762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-im-in-bloggy-mood.html' title='Day 03. (I&apos;m in a bloggy mood)'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8gozzF8cI/AAAAAAAABPM/pP4-IuWEttc/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4251713669201982940</id><published>2010-12-05T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:14:32.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will finish the 30 day challenge.. just not right now.</title><content type='html'>This is random, and quite disgusting. But I haven't shaved my legs in about 2 weeks, because I haven't needed to.. Plus, I just wear tights or leggings every sunday to church. What I don't understand is how men can just be okay with their harry legs! I was wearing long socks today, and the hairs were getting pulled by my socks and now my sweats.. GROSS! Maybe it feels different to guys? Maybe they just don't know what it feels like to have smooth legs? I'm not quite sure the answer, but I do know that I don't like the way this feels, and even though I'm incredibly superfluously tired and I just want to go to bed and it's 12:13am.. I might just go shave my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm sick of homework. And school. Only 13 more days and I'll be in Mexico.. Oh how I can't wait for that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4251713669201982940?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4251713669201982940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-finish-30-day-challenge-just-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4251713669201982940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4251713669201982940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-finish-30-day-challenge-just-not.html' title='I will finish the 30 day challenge.. just not right now.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3836131889512248929</id><published>2010-11-23T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:35:23.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 02.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 02 - A really good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this post is taking me a long time to come up with something.. Meaning the whole "Day After Day" of this challenge has already failed.. whoops/my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now that it's about.. 7 years since I started this challenge, I'll continue with "Day 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My really good memory happened on August 31, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usana Amphitheater. &lt;br /&gt;Megan Marie Sanchez.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;Owl City.&lt;br /&gt;And... John Mayer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8IazdXyjI/AAAAAAAABO0/SthkC5FTfXM/s1600/59196_432710413619_500133619_4879874_120632_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8IazdXyjI/AAAAAAAABO0/SthkC5FTfXM/s400/59196_432710413619_500133619_4879874_120632_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548162522526763570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I was chosen to be able to partake in a little piece of heaven, but I am most definitely grateful for it. This concert was one of the most relaxing, heart warming, bitter, loving, inspirational, fun concerts that I've ever been to. John Mayer is really one of a kind.. Some may say that he's a dirt bag, and quite the whore... But in that moment of his concert, none of that mattered. I love that he was dressed like a comfortable homeless man, just because he wanted to! He doesn't care what other people think. If I didn't believe there was only one God, I would be convinced he was one as well. And his music is every synonym of amazing. Plus the fact that I was there with one of my dearest friends, Megan.. It just made the night one for the books (: I'm oh so happy that I was able to attend such a beautiful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8K6xZFAcI/AAAAAAAABPE/MVOlx_bwO5E/s1600/58780_432709998619_500133619_4879856_5944545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8K6xZFAcI/AAAAAAAABPE/MVOlx_bwO5E/s400/58780_432709998619_500133619_4879856_5944545_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548165270750953922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8K6WYyYSI/AAAAAAAABO8/C4tlHGPffM8/s1600/58780_432710003619_500133619_4879857_6412516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8K6WYyYSI/AAAAAAAABO8/C4tlHGPffM8/s400/58780_432710003619_500133619_4879857_6412516_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548165263501975842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3836131889512248929?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3836131889512248929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3836131889512248929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3836131889512248929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-02.html' title='Day 02.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TP8IazdXyjI/AAAAAAAABO0/SthkC5FTfXM/s72-c/59196_432710413619_500133619_4879874_120632_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4100395664858305307</id><published>2010-11-22T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:07:39.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 01 - Gross picture enclosed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Day 01 - A recent photo of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for the gruesome picture..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TOtFLV2kk6I/AAAAAAAABOs/pytZq2acD-E/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2B21.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TOtFLV2kk6I/AAAAAAAABOs/pytZq2acD-E/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2B21.08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542599827556438946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do my smiley faces backwards (:&lt;br /&gt;2. I have cut my fingers more than 20 times in the past year working at Pizza Pie Cafe (the severeness of each cut varies.. the one above is the worst so far)&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a disco ball mounted on the ceiling in my living room&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm addicted to music!!&lt;br /&gt;5. I often consider participating in the backwards form of polygamy.. I would choose Lil Wayne, Chris Brown, John Mayer, Joshua Radin, Jonathan Kamae, Adam Young, Dave Elkins, and a couple other men for my husbands (:&lt;br /&gt;6. I use the word "faggot" probably way more than is healthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I absolutely love my job, and the people I work with. They're my family!&lt;br /&gt;8. I have no clue what-so-ever of what I want to do in the future concerning my career.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm scared to death of spiders. Even typing the word is making me almost hyperventilate. &lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a big fan of spontaneity. &lt;br /&gt;11. I learn something new everyday. Literally. For example, this morning I learned that "fan" is short for "fanatic"!!&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't wear half of my wardrobe anymore, because I'm either at work, or going to school. Work outfit: Jeans and PPC shirt and hat. School: Sweats (because of yoga). When I get home: Sweats.&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't have a favorite color. I like all bright/vibrant colors.&lt;br /&gt;14. I still sleep with a stuffed animal, and I'm 20 years old. His name is Franklin, and I sleep terribly when I don't have him.&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm super sarcastic, goofy, hyper and hardly ever serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4100395664858305307?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4100395664858305307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-01-shaylin-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4100395664858305307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4100395664858305307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-01-shaylin-style.html' title='Day 01 - Gross picture enclosed.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TOtFLV2kk6I/AAAAAAAABOs/pytZq2acD-E/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-21%2Bat%2B21.08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-348352493968208427</id><published>2010-11-22T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:31:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days</title><content type='html'>Day 01 - A recent photo of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 - A really good memory.&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 - A picture of you and your craziest friend.&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 - A habit that you wish you didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 - A picture of somewhere you've been to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 - A picture that shows your true self.&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A picture of someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - Picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - Your favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of the cast of your favourite show.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picture of someone you miss.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture that confuses you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - Another picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means alot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of something your afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might take this challenge on! &lt;a href="http://taylorswrinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Taylor&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shelbyloudelong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelby&lt;/a&gt; are both doing it.. So why not?! I'm not going to start tonight, because it's 1:30 am and Holly's trying to sleep. But I'll do it soon (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-348352493968208427?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/348352493968208427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/348352493968208427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/348352493968208427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days.html' title='30 Days'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4758414972489437912</id><published>2010-11-17T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:04:57.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few bullet-points of my life right now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First of all&lt;/b&gt;, I cut the tip of my finger off at work today. (almost all the way off.. still attached though! I know, gross.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;, I'm learning so much about Polygamy through a book called "Escape" by Carolyn Jessop.. Very good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third&lt;/b&gt;, Jonathan comes home in 99 days. We're down to freaking double digits. WHEN did time decide to go faster than the speed of light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth&lt;/b&gt;, I definitely have Bieber fever (: -Justin Bieber, that is. I love his music! And no, it's not embarrassing (as my roommate Holly said) I'm proud of it. I don't care how old he is, or how much he sounds like a girl. He's got talent! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifth&lt;/b&gt;, I got a 94/100 on my ASL test today!! And I've gotten "A's" on all 3 of my math tests so far! I have another one to take this weekend, so hopefully it follows the same pattern!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixth&lt;/b&gt;, one of my really good friends, Courtney Dahl, is GETTING MARRIED ON FRIDAY!! I'm so excited for her (: This means I'm a bridesmaid for a third time in one year! Wowza! &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seventh&lt;/b&gt;, Harry Potter 7 part one comes out on Friday - But I'm not going to see it until it dies down a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eighth&lt;/b&gt;, TAYLOR ELAINE SMITH IS NOW ENGAGED!!!!! She's one of my old roommates, and entirely adorable!! I'm in love with her, and I'm so happy for her and Lance (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm done for now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4758414972489437912?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4758414972489437912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-of-al-l-i-cut-tip-of-my-finger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4758414972489437912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4758414972489437912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-of-al-l-i-cut-tip-of-my-finger.html' title='Just a few bullet-points of my life right now..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7158455285097148278</id><published>2010-11-09T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:48:38.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Randoms (:</title><content type='html'>#1- I definitely need to buy some vitamins. I get sick WAYYY more often than I would like.&lt;div&gt;#2- I love my apartment, I love my roommates, and I love cleaning for cleaning checks so our apartment looks and smells fantastic for a little while (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3- Jon comes home in 106 days. Literally. He's coming home on February 25th.. CRAZY!!!! I can't believe I know the actual date now.. It's becoming quite real..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4- Lil Wayne is very much out of jail, thank goodness (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5- I love my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roommates before a white trash party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TNox8ivHVSI/AAAAAAAABOk/ng61ew18zYM/s1600/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TNox8ivHVSI/AAAAAAAABOk/ng61ew18zYM/s400/IMG_2650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537793607991776546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7158455285097148278?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7158455285097148278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/bunch-of-randoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7158455285097148278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7158455285097148278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/11/bunch-of-randoms.html' title='Bunch of Randoms (:'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TNox8ivHVSI/AAAAAAAABOk/ng61ew18zYM/s72-c/IMG_2650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1825222698586987424</id><published>2010-08-05T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T01:23:52.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TFp0yLotHuI/AAAAAAAABOU/jC_7Sp5WFts/s1600/Enrique%2BIglesias%2BEI1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TFp0yLotHuI/AAAAAAAABOU/jC_7Sp5WFts/s400/Enrique%2BIglesias%2BEI1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501838300252282594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. why does Enrique Iglesias have to be gay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1825222698586987424?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1825222698586987424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1825222698586987424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1825222698586987424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TFp0yLotHuI/AAAAAAAABOU/jC_7Sp5WFts/s72-c/Enrique%2BIglesias%2BEI1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-9192182593557560758</id><published>2010-07-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:23:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute (:</title><content type='html'>I just went and had a little "girl date" with Megan, and we saw Letters To Juliet in the dollar theater!! Let me just tell you, that was such a cute movie!! Tiny bit cheesy, but aren't all love movies?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Okay, and maybe I cried a little bit toward the end.. so what?)  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh, I want to make my own love story like that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in such a good mood. I have been all day, and this was just the perfect addition to my happiness! If you haven't seen that movie, please go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the weather has been absolutely gorgeous lately!! It's 9:20pm and still 79 degrees outside! So here I am, on my "balcony" (if you can even call it that) in my tye die sweatshirt enjoying this perfection.&lt;br /&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/2058982299359360033-9192182593557560758?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/9192182593557560758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/9192182593557560758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/9192182593557560758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute.html' title='Cute (:'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8161869294513379475</id><published>2010-07-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:24:48.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO HOO FOR NEW!!</title><content type='html'>NEW BEDSPREAD!! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FINALLY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've hated mine since I bought it.. But Kaylee made me get it because it matched hers, and of course our bedroom couldn't be mismatched.. Anyways, I had enough of it, SO... HERE 'TIS!! Also hung up some more things (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TC7JMPRco8I/AAAAAAAABOE/IDdwpNo2UgA/s1600/IMG_2386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TC7JMPRco8I/AAAAAAAABOE/IDdwpNo2UgA/s400/IMG_2386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489546207906538434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TC7JMf6IY8I/AAAAAAAABOM/Tv3oI1xJRh8/s1600/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TC7JMf6IY8I/AAAAAAAABOM/Tv3oI1xJRh8/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489546212372145090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cute, cheesy, tacky bracelet that Jon made for me (: It means I love you in.. two cool languages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8161869294513379475?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8161869294513379475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/07/woo-hoo-for-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8161869294513379475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8161869294513379475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/07/woo-hoo-for-new.html' title='WOO HOO FOR NEW!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TC7JMPRco8I/AAAAAAAABOE/IDdwpNo2UgA/s72-c/IMG_2386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1122978855938617635</id><published>2010-06-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:57:16.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Pizza Pie Cafe.. I love you</title><content type='html'>We just barley opened a restaurant in Highland, Utah, so I have been going up there to train all the newbies! Yesterday was their first day open and it was quite exciting! I prepped some of the salad in the Provo store, and then Megan and I went up there around 10 and set up all the food for the day and trained the kids when they got in around 4. We didn't end up leaving until 9!! I was working for 13 hours yesterday!! Phew!! I was EXHAUSTED to say the least. We went up and trained again from 9-6 today and it's actually pretty sweet!! All I have to do is show them what to do, and then watch them do it for the rest of the day, making sure they're doing it right and answering any questions they have. And I just stand there. Oh, and the best part about it.... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M GETTING PAID $10 AN HOUR WHENEVER I'M UP IN HIGHLAND!!&lt;/span&gt; Found that out this morning! Best news ever!! Okay.. I lied.. That wasn't the best news. Here it is: I get to wear a blue PPC shirt, and on the back, wanna know what it says? "TRAINER- Teamwork is a bunch of people doing what I say!" FREAK YEAH!! Ever since I started working, back in October and I saw all the Idaho trainers wearing those shirts, and I've been hoping and waiting for the day that I got to wear one.. And my time has come (: I feel all legit and stuff.. It's sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1122978855938617635?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1122978855938617635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-pizza-pie-cafe-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1122978855938617635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1122978855938617635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-pizza-pie-cafe-i-love-you.html' title='Oh Pizza Pie Cafe.. I love you'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5593849232731828075</id><published>2010-06-23T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:37:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY MOLEY!</title><content type='html'>I was incredibly productive yesterday, and it was quite strange. Neither Kaylee or myself really knew what to say about it. I cleaned my entire side of the room, and I really should have taken pictures because it was so disgustingly .. well, disgusting. With Kaylee going to Washington next week, she's moving all of her crap to Aunt Pat's until she gets back in the end of August. Under my bed were three boxes of both of our stuff that we obviously didn't need too desperately, since we hadn't even gotten the boxes out since we moved here last August. So I decided to take everything out from under my bed, sort it out (got rid of two boxes), moved my scrapbook boxes out from under my bed to be my night stand so that I have more room under there. Then Kaylee took all of my clothes out of her dresser, so all of the above, plus more, was on our floor. And yesterday was the day that I organized everything!! The only stuff on the the floor is Kay's crap, and CLOTHES THAT I'M GETTING RID OF! Miracle, huh Mom? Me giving away clothes? And quite a lot of them, too! Here's what it looks like right now, and once I get more on my walls, I'll take more pictures (: I also did ALL of my laundry, folded it and put it away, AND!!!! I registered for Math 1010 and Biology 1010 in the fall at UVU! Finally going back to school! The classes are from 5:00p-8:15p on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so not too bad! Plus, I heard Biology is going to kick my butt, which I'm not too excited about :/ But I'm just happy to be back in school! I just have to find a way to pay for it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TCJGB4zsCuI/AAAAAAAABN0/gHmFpvi4pvs/s1600/IMG_2344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TCJGB4zsCuI/AAAAAAAABN0/gHmFpvi4pvs/s400/IMG_2344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486024294333680354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TCJGCeYG-2I/AAAAAAAABN8/r_ZaR_a7-lA/s1600/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TCJGCeYG-2I/AAAAAAAABN8/r_ZaR_a7-lA/s400/IMG_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486024304418552674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;And tonight.. BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT!!!!! With Carly, Holly, Jori, and Megan!! I have the whole day off  of work to prep for it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5593849232731828075?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5593849232731828075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-moley.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5593849232731828075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5593849232731828075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/holy-moley.html' title='HOLY MOLEY!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TCJGB4zsCuI/AAAAAAAABN0/gHmFpvi4pvs/s72-c/IMG_2344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1300819866561659279</id><published>2010-06-20T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:02:46.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie &amp; Julia</title><content type='html'>Seeing as I'm watching Julie &amp;amp; Julia right now, I would feel it quite inappropriate if I didn't write a blog post. I LOVE THIS MOVIE!! And I love Amy Adams (: She is just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm quite proud of myself for finally finding something that I'm good at... SLACK LINING!! My good friend &lt;a href="http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/06/forget-glasses.html"&gt;Reece Hopkins&lt;/a&gt; taught me how to slack line &lt;a href="http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-from-slack-lining.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;* and I quickly became addicted! Luckily, I have quite the amazing sister and she decided to get me my very own slack line for my birthday! I didn't learn how to set it up by myself until a few weeks ago, but I got Carly addicted, and now we go at least 3 times a week! And she even bought her own!! Anyways, with all of the practice, we're getting very good at it! And I'm realizing that I do better under pressure, when there's a whole group of strangers watching me!! Or when Carly records me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-850bf02728ee42c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D850bf02728ee42c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331294059%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6017E54F689D8746BDF94461967C1C4ADDAC6498.34E0997BC0D6781CA21D8C2EB0F0A94C7B6D9EB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D850bf02728ee42c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsAgtmQ4s8MfEBzStGhdlDAGzEgg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D850bf02728ee42c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331294059%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6017E54F689D8746BDF94461967C1C4ADDAC6498.34E0997BC0D6781CA21D8C2EB0F0A94C7B6D9EB6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D850bf02728ee42c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsAgtmQ4s8MfEBzStGhdlDAGzEgg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*(P.S. at the bottom of that blog post, I said that  someday I'd be able to walk all the way across without anyone's help...  THAT TIME HAS COME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1300819866561659279?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1300819866561659279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/julie-julia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1300819866561659279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1300819866561659279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/julie-julia.html' title='Julie &amp; Julia'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-131361347932575669</id><published>2010-06-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:42:52.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous much?!</title><content type='html'>As previously mentioned, I love The Bachelorette! And since it tricked me yesterday, I watched it today, and on one of the dates, they got to go on top of a roof of some huge building in New York AND JOSHUA RADIN WAS THERE TO PLAY FOR JUST THEM!!!!! I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM, IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY!! So, if you're looking for some good music, go to pandora.com and make a station for Joshua Radin.. Oh, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBhWDfsaKcI/AAAAAAAABNs/L4_4fTjSWeM/s1600/joshua+radin_xxl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBhWDfsaKcI/AAAAAAAABNs/L4_4fTjSWeM/s400/joshua+radin_xxl.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483227164370938306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. I'm so jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-131361347932575669?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/131361347932575669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/jealous-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/131361347932575669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/131361347932575669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/jealous-much.html' title='Jealous much?!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBhWDfsaKcI/AAAAAAAABNs/L4_4fTjSWeM/s72-c/joshua+radin_xxl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2002168296958122618</id><published>2010-06-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:51:06.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to vent.</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda sad that I stopped blogging for such a long time. But alas, here I am (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, people need to stick to their word. Don't tell me you're going to do something, just to blow me off. If you say you're going to be ready at 8:30, I'm expecting you to be ready at 8:30. If you tell me we're going to hang out, that's what I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelorette: If you're going to decide to come on at 7 instead of 8 randomly, LET ME KNOW! Darn-it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2002168296958122618?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2002168296958122618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-vent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2002168296958122618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2002168296958122618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-vent.html' title='Time to vent.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4030642522751911762</id><published>2010-06-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:38:12.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an eventful -begining of summer- I've had (:</title><content type='html'>New roommates, new adventures, new (almost) brother-in-law. &lt;a href="http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-missionary.html"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; only has 8 MONTHS LEFT!! Which yes, the past 16 months have gone by pretty fast, and most of you would say "HOLY CRAP!! THAT'S SO SOON THAT HE'S COMING HOME!" But let me just tell you.. IT CAN'T COME SOON ENOUGH!! He likes to say that I'm the trunkee-est person he's ever met.. haha but I'd rather it be me than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to another situation.. and yes it's okay that I'm doing this.. How do you get a boy to like you that seems to just look past you? And why the freak are there no guys in Provo that have enough balls to ask me out? (Pardon my language.) I'm quite sick of it. No, maybe we're not going to get married, but don't you even want to start to get to know me? Even a little bit? Am I honestly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; weird that you won't even take a few hours to try and get to know me? ALSO, why the heck do guys here feel it appropriate to swear and watch rated R movies?!?!? Do they not realize that it's SUPER SUPER unattractive when they do said things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:04am, and I have to be at work at 8:30.. can someone tell me why I'm awake right now? *I just remembered.. It's because I took a 3 and a half hour nap today... STUPID!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0913354/"&gt;Armored&lt;/a&gt;, and I heard it was going to be so intense and I probably shouldn't watch it alone. So I've had it for almost 2 weeks now (via Netflix) waiting for someone to watch it with me, and when that failed, I finally watched it by myself today. And, honestly, it wasn't even that good. Okay, that's a little harsh. It was good, I just think I was expecting more? And it was only an hour and a half long! So short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Song is in the dollar theater now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M GOING TO THE BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT ON JUNE 23RD!!&lt;/span&gt; And not that I'm counting or anything, but that's in 10 days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer is on August 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AUGUST 16TH WILL BE 3 YEARS SINCE DAY 1 WITH HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an avid watcher of the Bachelor / Bachelorette since last season with Jake, and it's on again tomorrow, AND I'M SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I went to a Real Salt Lake game last week, and we had STELLAR seats!! 7 rows back, to the right, of one of the goals!! And soccer players are little babies. Entertaining to watch, but really, grow up and get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over the place with this post. All in all, I'm having the time of my life here in Provo. I'm so happy with how things are turning out, and how the future is going to get even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Shaylin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaFj7-kzI/AAAAAAAABNE/7RD_FmbYBdM/s1600/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaFj7-kzI/AAAAAAAABNE/7RD_FmbYBdM/s400/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482527910474453810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have glasses now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaFI99fcI/AAAAAAAABM8/1WCxBOPedN4/s1600/IMG_1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaFI99fcI/AAAAAAAABM8/1WCxBOPedN4/s400/IMG_1983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482527903235014082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little Manini (: Jonathan and I are proud parents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaEoH0wVI/AAAAAAAABM0/r2YimestPcQ/s1600/IMG_1938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaEoH0wVI/AAAAAAAABM0/r2YimestPcQ/s400/IMG_1938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482527894418014546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's easter egg dye on my face.. It was a dare! And I got three bags of Jelly beans from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaEdeEJVI/AAAAAAAABMs/WLFydhhoxd0/s1600/P4021551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaEdeEJVI/AAAAAAAABMs/WLFydhhoxd0/s400/P4021551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482527891558507858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oh-So-Wonderful color festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaD052jcI/AAAAAAAABMk/aANtCA0VHLw/s1600/IMG_3192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaD052jcI/AAAAAAAABMk/aANtCA0VHLw/s400/IMG_3192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482527880669203906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXbprO7L2I/AAAAAAAABNc/-0MLmeCT4V0/s1600/IMG_2039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXbprO7L2I/AAAAAAAABNc/-0MLmeCT4V0/s400/IMG_2039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482529630419890018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Holly and Carly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXbpd3lj9I/AAAAAAAABNU/uYmbU3aohSk/s1600/IMG_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXbpd3lj9I/AAAAAAAABNU/uYmbU3aohSk/s400/IMG_3299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482529626832342994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to admit it, but I've put on a few extra pounds :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXboXHxetI/AAAAAAAABNM/9rCWJ6qwWsU/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXboXHxetI/AAAAAAAABNM/9rCWJ6qwWsU/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482529607841315538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought 2 pairs of Toms.. and I love them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXcOQlZbpI/AAAAAAAABNk/xFOYkrxUa_Q/s1600/30406_432587860119_605325119_6065745_3432104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXcOQlZbpI/AAAAAAAABNk/xFOYkrxUa_Q/s400/30406_432587860119_605325119_6065745_3432104_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482530258921549458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4030642522751911762?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4030642522751911762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-eventful-begining-of-summer-ive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4030642522751911762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4030642522751911762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-eventful-begining-of-summer-ive.html' title='What an eventful -begining of summer- I&apos;ve had (:'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/TBXaFj7-kzI/AAAAAAAABNE/7RD_FmbYBdM/s72-c/IMG_1995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6870288846971744990</id><published>2010-03-22T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:14:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life lately</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't even said anything about my new laptop!! I've obviously been needing one for some time now, especially since I'm planning on going to school again this summer, and I don't want to keep borrowing Kaylee's! So I did my taxes and decided to use all of that money plus whatever else it took to get me one! And I decided that if I was going to spend a large amount on a laptop, I might as well get the best! So MacBook Pro it was! I got my taxes back on a Friday, and on Saturday we went to Salt Lake and bought it!! It ended up being close to $2000!!!! I know, expensive. Freaking expensive. I used to have a pretty decent savings, but not anymore! I'm BROKE!! STILL! But I love it! It's so cute, perfect size, AND IT'S MY OWN!! My very own!! So, here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-wqGabI/AAAAAAAABK4/kdrDsPDRDM4/s1600-h/IMG_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-wqGabI/AAAAAAAABK4/kdrDsPDRDM4/s400/IMG_1908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451613924703496626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-aWVQtI/AAAAAAAABKw/kst59nIa9Cc/s1600-h/IMG_1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-aWVQtI/AAAAAAAABKw/kst59nIa9Cc/s400/IMG_1910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451613918715003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-NfLoMI/AAAAAAAABKo/Xx6hjUpcVfI/s1600-h/IMG_1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-NfLoMI/AAAAAAAABKo/Xx6hjUpcVfI/s400/IMG_1913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451613915262460098" 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/2058982299359360033-6870288846971744990?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6870288846971744990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-lately.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6870288846971744990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6870288846971744990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-lately.html' title='My life lately'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/S6gF-wqGabI/AAAAAAAABK4/kdrDsPDRDM4/s72-c/IMG_1908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3782527124337372249</id><published>2010-02-22T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:54:51.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pictures!</title><content type='html'>My good friend Megan took some pictures of me the other day, so go ahead and take a look at her &lt;a href="http://www.lolamemories.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and check them out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3782527124337372249?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3782527124337372249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3782527124337372249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3782527124337372249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-pictures.html' title='New Pictures!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7532234277930768817</id><published>2010-01-31T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:08:25.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm living the life!</title><content type='html'>I just need to brag about my awesomely amazing "fan-crappin-tastic"* day I had today!! Woke up at 7:50, got myself woken up for WATER AEROBICS with Megan Marapodi from 8:30-9:30. Came home, got a little bit ready, and went apartment decoration shopping with Kaylee at Tai Pan Trading, (while doing some apartment shopping, I also bought thee cutest purse in the world) put up the decorations, ate spaghetti and french bread while watching Wayne's World.. Fell asleep for like 20 minutes. Then I woke up and got ready, Megan came over and we went to the Timpanogos Temple, came home and showered (much needed) and then went to Megan's and watched Post Grad and While You Were Sleeping!!!! I LOVE THOSE MOVIES!! I have the most awesome people in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all (: Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's from Post Grad. And is now my favorite conjunction in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7532234277930768817?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7532234277930768817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-living-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7532234277930768817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7532234277930768817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-living-life.html' title='I&apos;m living the life!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3311058137534397029</id><published>2010-01-23T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:52:34.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've forgotten..</title><content type='html'>I can't remember hardly anything anymore. It's been 11 months and 24 days since I've seen him, and I can't even remember what it feels like when he holds my hand, brushes my hair out of my face, kisses my forehead, or even just to have him sitting next to me in the Draper Temple, not being able to touch me because he was already set apart as a missionary. I can't remember it at all! It's as if he was just a dream.. AND I HATE THAT!! I spent so much time with him, and to have it all be so foreign to me absolutely breaks my heart. I'm trying to keep myself occupied to make time go by faster, but time just keeps on crawling. It's going to get better (: It will, I know it.. It just &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3311058137534397029?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3311058137534397029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-forgotten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3311058137534397029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3311058137534397029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-forgotten.html' title='I&apos;ve forgotten..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8842266807931140686</id><published>2010-01-20T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:55:19.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick, and it sucks.</title><content type='html'>There's nothing worse than waking up at 6:30am knowing you're about to throw up. And knowing there's nothing you can do to avoid it. I took the day off from work (good thing, cause I threw up 2 more times) and I've been laying in bed all night. I was able to watch some of the TV shows that I needed to get caught up on, but I'm sick of it now. And I really need to be sleeping right now, but blogging just sounded so much better? I'm not going into work tomorrow, but hopefully I'll be able to re-coop and get myself together for Friday so that I'll at least get 2 days of work in this week! Jeeze Louise! Your prayers wouldn't hurt... Well, Franklin and I are calling it a day. Hopefully I can sleep better than I have been all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8842266807931140686?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8842266807931140686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick-and-it-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8842266807931140686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8842266807931140686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick-and-it-sucks.html' title='I&apos;m sick, and it sucks.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7067033656636899815</id><published>2009-12-30T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:45:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very inspired right now.. to cook, to create, to write a blog post.. so many things!! I think it's because I just watched Julie&amp;Julia again tonight with Holly and Kaylee.. That is such a good movie!! Unfortunately, Kaylee is not going to let me stay on the computer very long, because she's tired and wants to fall asleep to a movie. Speaking of computers though, I have decided that it's about time that I look into buying a laptop of my own (: So keep your eyes open for any good deals for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7067033656636899815?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7067033656636899815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7067033656636899815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7067033656636899815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-3855696960191440253</id><published>2009-12-21T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:07:13.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December21?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already the 21st of December. Where has the time gone?! I'm so excited to be going home in 1 and a half days!!! Being in Washington for Thanksgiving AND Christmas this year.. man, I'm lucky (: And at 11:00 on Christmas day, I GET TO TALK TO JONATHAN!!!!!!!! And he sent my Christmas package there, so I get to open that when I'm there too!! This trip will be so much fun, I CAN'T WAIT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of the pictures that I sent to Elder Kamae &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;(P.S., I MADE those yellow elephant PJ's for him!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhMX85TsI/AAAAAAAABKA/VKIJasADwWY/s1600-h/IMG_8857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhMX85TsI/AAAAAAAABKA/VKIJasADwWY/s400/IMG_8857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417937216942460610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhLy3CEiI/AAAAAAAABJ4/XqjeHIAvFT0/s1600-h/IMG_8925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhLy3CEiI/AAAAAAAABJ4/XqjeHIAvFT0/s400/IMG_8925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417937206985757218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhLjLAz6I/AAAAAAAABJw/4jlEW0QZNiU/s1600-h/IMG_8852_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhLjLAz6I/AAAAAAAABJw/4jlEW0QZNiU/s400/IMG_8852_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417937202774593442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhLPyMsvI/AAAAAAAABJo/u2OdCn7wL84/s1600-h/IMG_8844_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhLPyMsvI/AAAAAAAABJo/u2OdCn7wL84/s400/IMG_8844_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417937197570241266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhKpgJAgI/AAAAAAAABJg/K53UtVea0ZM/s1600-h/IMG_8832_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhKpgJAgI/AAAAAAAABJg/K53UtVea0ZM/s400/IMG_8832_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417937187293954562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-3855696960191440253?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/3855696960191440253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-its-already-21st-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3855696960191440253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/3855696960191440253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believe-its-already-21st-of.html' title='December21?'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SzBhMX85TsI/AAAAAAAABKA/VKIJasADwWY/s72-c/IMG_8857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4176772275413897823</id><published>2009-12-17T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:38:50.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What!? Is this a new post!??!?!!!??</title><content type='html'>Why yes.. yes it is!! And honestly.. nothing had really happened in the past two and a half months.. other than just working 8 to 4 every day at good ol' Pizza Pie Cafe! And I love it!! I'm always doing something, and I absolutely LOVE everyone that I work with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, JONATHAN HAS ALREADY BEEN OUT FOR 10 MONTHS TODAY!!! TEN FREAKING MONTHS!!!!! I can't believe how fast it's gone so far! I sent out his Christmas/birthday package yesterday, and the mail lady told me that he should get it by this weekend or Monday at the latest!! I'm so excited!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going along with that, Jon told me that all he wants for Christmas is a tie, and a lot of pictures of me! So I decided to go downtown Provo and take some pictures!! So I'll share a few when I get them from Lindsey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saturday, and I get to sleep in cause I don't have to be at work until 10:30 (: Life is just great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4176772275413897823?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4176772275413897823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-this-new-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4176772275413897823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4176772275413897823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-this-new-post.html' title='What!? Is this a new post!??!?!!!??'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4766984303696000754</id><published>2009-10-23T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:42:18.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops! Here's the poem!</title><content type='html'>My name is Shaylin, I like to have fun&lt;br /&gt;If you see my hair, it won't be in a bun.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are green, just like the grass&lt;br /&gt;And I have the ability to shake them really fast.&lt;br /&gt;If we had to compare heights, I'd say I'm taller,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm two feet shorter than a baller.&lt;br /&gt;My energy level is hot like a fire&lt;br /&gt;And you won't be disappointed if you hire...&lt;br /&gt;ME! Because I won't let you down,&lt;br /&gt;So please don't hire that other clown.&lt;br /&gt;Pick me! Pick me! You won't regret it&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you don't hire me, you'll surely have a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Shaylin Dewey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4766984303696000754?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4766984303696000754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoops-heres-poem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4766984303696000754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4766984303696000754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoops-heres-poem.html' title='Whoops! Here&apos;s the poem!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2981609522745501510</id><published>2009-10-20T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:02:14.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A NEW JOB!!</title><content type='html'>(Loooong post about how I got the job and so forth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St48v3HTlLI/AAAAAAAABHE/28DdpEKUtgM/s1600-h/Craigos_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St48v3HTlLI/AAAAAAAABHE/28DdpEKUtgM/s400/Craigos_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394816196582544562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at a place called Pizza Pie Cafe which is a buffet type restaurant with salad, pizza and pasta. I am the cutie behind the pasta bar!! It's a full time job (but only paying minimum :/ but it's better than nothing!) and it's fun so far!! How I got the job was actually pretty awesome! I took the day off yesterday from Synergy because on Sunday night I was not feeling well at all! Thought I had a fever, and all my bones were in pain. So I slept in until 10:45am when I get a phone call from someone I didn't know. I answer, and they ask if I want to come in for an interview at either 11:30 or sometime after 2. So I said 11:30 would be great, and I jumped out of bed and got ready super fast. Didn't eat breakfast cause I didn't think the interview would take too long. So I get in my car and drive for 1&amp;1/2 minutes, then get out (yeah, it's that close to my apartment!!) I walk in and start talking to the girls while I was waiting for the manager to come out, and they told me that if I was able to work all the time (which I am) that I should just suck up like crazy!! ((P.S. this is the place that I had to write a poem about myself, on the back of the application.. I'll put it at the end of this post)) So he comes out and we sit down and start talking, and he's asking me a few of the normal questions, and he was looking at my application, and when he got down to the part where it asks for previous experience I wrote "I have worked in customer service (blah blah) and I love to eat pizza!" So he was like "Oh, you like pizza? Alright, HIRED!!.. Alright, anyways.." and got back to the interview. Then he offered me a part time busing job, and I was so excited! He asked when I'd be able to start and I told him "right now!" So he told me to go buy some shoes, put jeans on and come right back! Then I asked how many hours that would be a week, and then he said "well.. are you looking for a full time job?" (Sure! Whatever you have!) "Alright.. well, we have a pasta and sauce maker position available.. do you think you'd be able to do that?" (Sure! As long as someone teaches me how!!) "Okay.. go buy some shoes really fast, and come right back. Is that alright with you? Are you willing to work today?" (OF COURSE!!!) So I did just that!! My first interview from turning in around 30 applications, and I got the job right away!!!! Ah, I love it. And I'm learning very quickly, if I do say so myself!! I basically just served pasta yesterday, and learned a FREAKING TON here and there.. Then this morning I made the pasta, and sort of saw how to make the sauces, and I learned a lot more today!! (As well as making a huuuge pond of water in the back room!! Whoops!! :) And I'm pretty sure I get to learn exactly how to make the sauces tomorrow!! It keeps me very busy, and I love it, but when I get home, everything from my hips down, KILLLSSS like crazy!! But it's alright!! Worth it! Anyways, enough is enough. Here are some pictures of the gorgeous outfit I get to wear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6HClTqR1I/AAAAAAAABHs/eC0pLeSYDJ4/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6HClTqR1I/AAAAAAAABHs/eC0pLeSYDJ4/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897882080495442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6G4kCbbcI/AAAAAAAABHk/zxJt_TDQYEY/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6G4kCbbcI/AAAAAAAABHk/zxJt_TDQYEY/s400/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897709941091778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6GiTS76-I/AAAAAAAABHc/J5DgQWPBqxg/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6GiTS76-I/AAAAAAAABHc/J5DgQWPBqxg/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897327489805282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6GdDCMqkI/AAAAAAAABHU/vz2ItWqTlB0/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6GdDCMqkI/AAAAAAAABHU/vz2ItWqTlB0/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897237225286210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6GI1WbbKI/AAAAAAAABHM/sf44l7I5l-o/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St6GI1WbbKI/AAAAAAAABHM/sf44l7I5l-o/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394896889954659490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2981609522745501510?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2981609522745501510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-new-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2981609522745501510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2981609522745501510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-new-job.html' title='I HAVE A NEW JOB!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/St48v3HTlLI/AAAAAAAABHE/28DdpEKUtgM/s72-c/Craigos_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8086913691552123867</id><published>2009-10-16T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:37:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, here it is (: It's finished!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Stjzucu6IRI/AAAAAAAABG8/XDXFDVlCZGI/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Stjzucu6IRI/AAAAAAAABG8/XDXFDVlCZGI/s400/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393328533088641298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/pg.asp?cmd=display&amp;layout_id=1541407"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the up close and detailed pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8086913691552123867?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8086913691552123867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-here-it-is-its-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8086913691552123867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8086913691552123867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/ah-here-it-is-its-finished.html' title='Ah, here it is (: It&apos;s finished!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Stjzucu6IRI/AAAAAAAABG8/XDXFDVlCZGI/s72-c/IMG_1503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2029474798060236991</id><published>2009-10-15T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:58:11.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNEAK PEAK!</title><content type='html'>I'm still finishing up a couple main parts to this page, but I LOVE IT SO FAR!! I'll show you the finished product when it gets to that point, but here is just a couple pieces of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StgK8P0uWSI/AAAAAAAABGs/iVZJkK2lEiA/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StgK8P0uWSI/AAAAAAAABGs/iVZJkK2lEiA/s400/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393072583932270882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StgK8iO5IiI/AAAAAAAABG0/Oe5WkzAif2A/s1600-h/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StgK8iO5IiI/AAAAAAAABG0/Oe5WkzAif2A/s400/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393072588873867810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2029474798060236991?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2029474798060236991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneak-peak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2029474798060236991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2029474798060236991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/sneak-peak.html' title='SNEAK PEAK!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StgK8P0uWSI/AAAAAAAABGs/iVZJkK2lEiA/s72-c/IMG_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6939517022945918351</id><published>2009-10-15T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:26:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy</title><content type='html'>I never was an etsy looker until today.. I won't tell you the reason why I decided to look today (cause it's a surprise!!) But I love it!! I then directed my search to a blank book that I could use for a journal to put a ton of quotes in, like in A Walk To Remember (which, by the way is an AMAZING movie, and I absolutely adore Mandy Moore in everything she does)((and that's wayyy off subject)) and I found these lovelies..is that a word? (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdYbRGBiMI/AAAAAAAABGE/Gukp62fD_Oc/s1600-h/elephantbook.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdYbRGBiMI/AAAAAAAABGE/Gukp62fD_Oc/s400/elephantbook.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876304267839682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdYb9Qb2lI/AAAAAAAABGM/oU5pB0g3UrQ/s1600-h/leatherjournal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdYb9Qb2lI/AAAAAAAABGM/oU5pB0g3UrQ/s400/leatherjournal.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876316122667602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=31171579&amp;ref=cat1_list_8"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt; (because I have an obsession with elephants) and  &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=29842454&amp;ref=cat1_list_20"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt; (and more from number two &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7718102"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) And they are so cheap!!! $2&amp;3?!? I'm really really tempted to get them. And yes, I know they're small.. What are your thoughts? Should I get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdbOS06kfI/AAAAAAAABGk/0AIOcJt4MTo/s1600-h/blackjournal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdbOS06kfI/AAAAAAAABGk/0AIOcJt4MTo/s400/blackjournal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392879379929534962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdbN_fQ-TI/AAAAAAAABGc/8K3vJTe2KjI/s1600-h/goconfidently.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdbN_fQ-TI/AAAAAAAABGc/8K3vJTe2KjI/s400/goconfidently.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392879374738454834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdbNREExVI/AAAAAAAABGU/N27QHF4MPFU/s1600-h/embossed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdbNREExVI/AAAAAAAABGU/N27QHF4MPFU/s400/embossed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392879362276377938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;a href="http://gifts.barnesandnoble.com/Home-gift/Basic-Black-Lined-Journal/e/9780641586040/?itm=22"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://gifts.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?EAN=9781590352236&amp;x="&gt;that one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://gifts.barnesandnoble.com/Home-gift/Embossed-Crest-and-Fleur-de-Lis-Cognac-Italian-Leather-Journal-6x8/e/9780641768934/?itm=43"&gt;the other one&lt;/a&gt; from Barnes&amp;Noble.. so many decisions!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-6939517022945918351?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6939517022945918351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/etsy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6939517022945918351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6939517022945918351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/etsy.html' title='Etsy'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StdYbRGBiMI/AAAAAAAABGE/Gukp62fD_Oc/s72-c/elephantbook.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8864198461279562554</id><published>2009-10-15T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:21:19.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kind of music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mT69zOTNa8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/mT69zOTNa8Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely beautiful. No, beautiful doesn't quite describe it. Just.. enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want more music like this, go to Pandora.com and create a radio station and type in Barcelona. All of the music that comes up is heaven to my ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8864198461279562554?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8864198461279562554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-kind-of-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8864198461279562554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8864198461279562554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-kind-of-music.html' title='My kind of music!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5813877702628953017</id><published>2009-10-13T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:48:19.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M REALLY FAMOUS THIS TIME!</title><content type='html'>See? I'm on &lt;a href="http://americancrafts.typepad.com/studio/2009/10/weve-got-another-wonderful-letterbox-layout-to-share-with-you-today-this-one-comes-from-in-house-design-team-member-linds.html"&gt;American Craft&lt;/a&gt;'s blog today (: Haha thanks, &lt;a href="http://noonzer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5813877702628953017?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5813877702628953017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-really-famous-this-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5813877702628953017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5813877702628953017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-really-famous-this-time.html' title='I&apos;M REALLY FAMOUS THIS TIME!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7314567627661311447</id><published>2009-10-12T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:28:06.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BCAM</title><content type='html'>Kay and I were painting picture frames the other day and I had some extra paint on my plate, so I was just messing around and came up with this. And it just so happens to be Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so it's perfect! It doesn't look good by any means, or pretty or anything, just thought I'd share, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StN1Cim9JwI/AAAAAAAABEg/_rjvtBo35XQ/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StN1Cim9JwI/AAAAAAAABEg/_rjvtBo35XQ/s400/IMG_1465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391781865403000578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7314567627661311447?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7314567627661311447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/bcam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7314567627661311447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7314567627661311447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/bcam.html' title='BCAM'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/StN1Cim9JwI/AAAAAAAABEg/_rjvtBo35XQ/s72-c/IMG_1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4968118633192456378</id><published>2009-10-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:41:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>has never, ever been fun. But now it's necessary for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SspL0nwdG5I/AAAAAAAABEA/hau9F4IBcAc/s1600-h/jobhunt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SspL0nwdG5I/AAAAAAAABEA/hau9F4IBcAc/s400/jobhunt.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389203271499717522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be employed with my current company after the 15th of this month, and as much as it sucks that I'm losing my $12 an hour with an awesome boss and great flexibility, it's also a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stressed out quite often by some of the "boys" (over 30 yr. old) that I work with, it's a 45+ minute drive to and from, I'm always completely bored out of my mind, and it just doesn't feel right working here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not too worried about it, because I know that I'm doing everything that I'm supposed to and everything that I can to find a new job. Plus, my boss is so awesome and won't leave me without being able to support myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start praying that I can find a new job fairly quickly though!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4968118633192456378?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4968118633192456378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4968118633192456378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4968118633192456378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SspL0nwdG5I/AAAAAAAABEA/hau9F4IBcAc/s72-c/jobhunt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5345590339968946781</id><published>2009-10-01T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:20:08.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready</title><content type='html'>for a family. Starting with a husband, of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5345590339968946781?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5345590339968946781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5345590339968946781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5345590339968946781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m ready'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2909624546467861546</id><published>2009-09-27T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:40:38.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HEADER!!!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love it?!?! John Duncan made it for me, and I LOVE IT!!!!! Absolutely love love love it!! John is the one that made &lt;a href="http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-john.html"&gt;this picture&lt;/a&gt; all cool looking too, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm back from Mexico! I had a freaking blast!!! Hopefully I'll have pictures up sometime soon, but if not.. well, that sucks haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work :/ Kill me now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2909624546467861546?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2909624546467861546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-header.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2909624546467861546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2909624546467861546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-header.html' title='NEW HEADER!!!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5928462208251170069</id><published>2009-09-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:03:03.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #100</title><content type='html'>And I think this is a worthy post for the 100th post! Tomorrow, at this time, I will be on my cruise to Mexico!!! Packing time :/ I HAVE TO HURRY!! Be back Saturday night with tons of pictures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5928462208251170069?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5928462208251170069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-100.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5928462208251170069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5928462208251170069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/post-100.html' title='Post #100'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1492870607064584848</id><published>2009-09-18T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:13:32.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURVE.</title><content type='html'>My inspiration. My happy place. My comforter. My desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrPLlTZOCrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Er-YVsWNI-E/s1600-h/curve-cologne-spray-02771459705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382869821359524530" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrPLlTZOCrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Er-YVsWNI-E/s400/curve-cologne-spray-02771459705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this cologne for Jonathan on our One Year anniversary last August.. LOVE IT! Being the sweetheart that he is, he gave it to me when he left on his mission. For the past little while, I've sprayed one squirt onto my bed every night, just because. When I'm sad, I spray it and cuddle up with &lt;a href="http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-friends-new-thoughts-new-me.html"&gt;Franklin.&lt;/a&gt; When I miss &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, or when I'm about to be creative, I wear it as if it's my perfume. (I try not to do it too much though, cause people often think that's kind of weird that I'm wearing cologne..?) Whatever. I don't care (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I SHOULD BE GETTING A LETTER TODAY/TOMORROW WITH PICTURES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. MOM SENT KAY AND I A PACKAGE!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1492870607064584848?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1492870607064584848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/curve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1492870607064584848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1492870607064584848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/curve.html' title='CURVE.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrPLlTZOCrI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Er-YVsWNI-E/s72-c/curve-cologne-spray-02771459705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7314322407997469587</id><published>2009-09-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:32:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing... and painful :/</title><content type='html'>There's a girl that lives in the Bran that throws some sort of food party every week. Yesterday was ice cream sundae day (: !! YES! Unfortunately though, the time comes when you have to cease stuffing your face with that deliciousness and leave the party. When you walk out of her apartment, there are a few stairs that you have to walk up, and then a few you walk down.. Well I wasn't paying very close attention and went to grab my phone and didn't see the stairs to go down. I missed two steps, landed on the edge of the third and BIFFED IT! So I hurried and got up, looking around to see if anyone had just witnessed that, and when didn't see anyone, I walked off pretty fast.. I went to my downstairs apartment (Holly, Jori, Carly &amp; Lindsey's apartment) and just told them the story. Then I found all of my owies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVOY5DwMI/AAAAAAAAA00/wp5XbgNJxjc/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVOY5DwMI/AAAAAAAAA00/wp5XbgNJxjc/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382458210349465794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVNxLK05I/AAAAAAAAA0k/qOOaUp7H3T4/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVNxLK05I/AAAAAAAAA0k/qOOaUp7H3T4/s400/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382458199688008594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVOMsfegI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zzCUcGkKj9o/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVOMsfegI/AAAAAAAAA0s/zzCUcGkKj9o/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382458207075531266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scraped up my wrist and it hurts worse than it looks! Somehow scraped up my shin too? AND MY TOES! I JUUUUSSSTTT PAINTED THEM 2 HOURS BEFORE THIS! Gosh dangit. I was so mad about that! Poor little toesies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was leaving the girls' apartment, I tripped on at least 2 things, almost falling flat on my face. But because I have such awesome reflexes and balance, I stayed alive.. My goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7314322407997469587?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7314322407997469587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/embarassing-and-painful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7314322407997469587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7314322407997469587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/embarassing-and-painful.html' title='Embarassing... and painful :/'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SrJVOY5DwMI/AAAAAAAAA00/wp5XbgNJxjc/s72-c/IMG_1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6635478912645184904</id><published>2009-09-16T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:27:13.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And-</title><content type='html'>If I could have any job in the world, this would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Dj-4RYjbdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/8Dj-4RYjbdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/2058982299359360033-6635478912645184904?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6635478912645184904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6635478912645184904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6635478912645184904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/and.html' title='And-'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-7775315875296485044</id><published>2009-09-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:19:05.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons..</title><content type='html'>..these days are so stupid! What happened to the good ol' cartoons like these?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IWL3olEoJGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/IWL3olEoJGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Arthur&lt;br /&gt;2. Dexter's Laboratory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. That's 70 Show&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bananas In Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;5. Recess&lt;br /&gt;6. The Woody Woodpecker Show&lt;br /&gt;7. Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;8. Malcom In The Middle&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Pippy Longstocking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to find somewhere that has them and give them to my children whenever that time comes. Because I'm sure the cartoons that are on when they're growing up will be 20 times worse than what's on right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-7775315875296485044?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/7775315875296485044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/cartoons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7775315875296485044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/7775315875296485044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-995123909602975082</id><published>2009-09-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:50:39.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey and the stupid white sock..</title><content type='html'>Cool title, huh? It could be a good children's book title if I substituted the word "stupid" with something less harsh (: Well, I made a trip to the bank yesterday to grab some coin rolls so I could count all the money that Zoey had been keeping for me! A few months ago, I had a $20 bill that I found, but I had no use for it at the time. So what did I do? PUT IT IN ZOEY! And thank goodness I did, because now I REALLLLY need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_goEQLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/DMnKu2E7QRU/s1600-h/IMG_1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_goEQLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/DMnKu2E7QRU/s400/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767058672010114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_goVae5VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PkeA2m0cj4U/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_goVae5VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/PkeA2m0cj4U/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767063278642514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_go73UY4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/wydYYI6d3RQ/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_go73UY4I/AAAAAAAAA0E/wydYYI6d3RQ/s400/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767073600136066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_gpCxTvvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/27ULkeSLYFI/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_gpCxTvvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/27ULkeSLYFI/s400/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381767075453976306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it may not look like much, but there was actually $53.45 in there!! YES, YES, YES!!! This is the money I'm allowing myself to spend in Mexico! Hopefully I won't need more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the stupid sock. I never ever ever wear white socks.. and the one day that I do, this is what I get:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_hh3abHoI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k0LduSWnGQM/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_hh3abHoI/AAAAAAAAA0U/k0LduSWnGQM/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381768051657744002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HOLE! RIGHT WHERE MY BIG TOE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SO WARM AND COMFY! But noooooo. I have learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have won this time, white socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-995123909602975082?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/995123909602975082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoey-and-stupid-white-sock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/995123909602975082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/995123909602975082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoey-and-stupid-white-sock.html' title='Zoey and the stupid white sock..'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq_goEQLQ4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/DMnKu2E7QRU/s72-c/IMG_1012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-5933434182694142227</id><published>2009-09-14T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:46:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an announcement:</title><content type='html'>AND I'M SO EXCITED TO TELL YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First point of business, Mr. Piggy now has a name!! And is now a girl!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq64esUOJEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/n0r8qsg6ghM/s1600-h/zoey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq64esUOJEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/n0r8qsg6ghM/s400/zoey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381441442185880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Zoey the ZebraPig (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp;AND&amp;&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my car.. formerly known as "The Grouch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq635gIDHnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/edHi2O9cXug/s1600-h/humperdink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq635gIDHnI/AAAAAAAAAzk/edHi2O9cXug/s400/humperdink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381440803258441330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a name change has been called for.. are you ready for it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS NAME IS NOW &lt;strong&gt;HUMPERDINK&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Direct quote from Kaylee: "HUMPERDINK!?!?!?! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! I want to ride in your car everyday now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.. he is the coolest of cool(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-5933434182694142227?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/5933434182694142227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-announcement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5933434182694142227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/5933434182694142227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-announcement.html' title='I have an announcement:'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq64esUOJEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/n0r8qsg6ghM/s72-c/zoey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-8290336645772769580</id><published>2009-09-14T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:48:54.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I'd share</title><content type='html'>the song that Bishop McCurdy had us listen to yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRTUOUS, FAITHFUL AND WISE By TUCKER HANSEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen of God so clean so pure, Chosen to give birth to our Lord, Worthy to carry God's gift to the world, Mary, your burden was your reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she know she was the mother of God, When she held him in the straw? Did He see in her eyes, her courage, her faith? Did He look up in wonder and awe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll stand before her Son, With head held high, she'll look in his eyes. He'll thank her for being his mother on earth, For being virtuous, faithful and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you are a daughter of God? Do you know He knows your name? And like Mary before, He's looking to you, To prepare yourself the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll stand before the Lord, With head held high, you'll look in His eyes. He'll thank you for being a mother on earth, For being virtuous, faithful, and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prepare myself now to be worth that day, By being virtuous, faithful, and wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq6B2Y0LOFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3cad7-tc7c0/s1600-h/nativity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq6B2Y0LOFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3cad7-tc7c0/s400/nativity.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381381376128530514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-8290336645772769580?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/8290336645772769580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought-id-share.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8290336645772769580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/8290336645772769580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought-id-share.html' title='Just thought I&apos;d share'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/Sq6B2Y0LOFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3cad7-tc7c0/s72-c/nativity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-4480870570738914237</id><published>2009-09-11T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:03:51.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>is NOT going well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just want to go home, lay in bed with 7 cartons of ice cream lined up on a table beside me (so I don't get cold, of course), watch cute chick flicks and cry. Then fall asleep forever. It's &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;time.. if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have amazing friends who give up going to a paint club and tell me we'll just stay home and have a girls night and watch movies all night.. Thanks, Courtney (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news: It's Friday. Which means I don't have to deal with annoying co-workers for two whole days once I leave here today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNNDDDDD I will be on a cruise ship in 10 days, 2 hours, 43 minutes and 25 seconds (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-4480870570738914237?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/4480870570738914237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4480870570738914237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/4480870570738914237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1291247424087391154</id><published>2009-09-10T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:28:46.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOOTBALL STARTS TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee Titans VS. Pittsburgh Steelers&lt;br /&gt;Who do I want to win? Psh, I don't take sides.&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SOOOOO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Eric &amp;amp; Maegan's to watch, kick off is at 6:30. Kay and I are bringing 7-layer dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best night ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1291247424087391154?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1291247424087391154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-starts-tonight-im-sooooo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1291247424087391154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1291247424087391154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-starts-tonight-im-sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-2369098410085874049</id><published>2009-09-03T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:46:55.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so inspired!</title><content type='html'>I got a letter from Jonathan earlier this week with a quote by President Gordon B. Hinckley titled, LOOK FOR THE SUNLIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;"I am asking that we stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight. I am suggesting that as we go through life, we 'accentuate the possitive'. I am asking that we look a little deeper for the good.. look for the sunlight through the clouds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SqAjtjvNVoI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OhQqPBLmSo0/s1600-h/presidentgordonbhinckley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377337220674705026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SqAjtjvNVoI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OhQqPBLmSo0/s400/presidentgordonbhinckley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely amazing. He was one awesome man of God, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's keeping me with the spirit that I'm feeling so strongly was Institute last night. I'll post about it on my &lt;a href="http://shaylinsinstitutejournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;institute blog&lt;/a&gt; later on, but it was stupendous, to say the least! I'm in love with that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-2369098410085874049?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/2369098410085874049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-so-inspired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2369098410085874049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/2369098410085874049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-so-inspired.html' title='I am so inspired!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SqAjtjvNVoI/AAAAAAAAAu4/OhQqPBLmSo0/s72-c/presidentgordonbhinckley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-6476606464393058905</id><published>2009-08-31T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:11:18.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello Wonderful Sunday!</title><content type='html'>New apartment (which is still not finished :/ ), new city, and best of all, A NEW WARD! If I had to chose one word to describe it so far, it would be: G O R G E O U S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woke up at 10:53am by a phone call from Linds saying she had pancakes ready downstairs (:&lt;br /&gt;-Got ready, left for church around 12:40 for our 1 o'clock church, giving us a few minutes to find the church&lt;br /&gt;-Sat down in the chapel, looked around and of the few people that were there, I already spotted three or four hotties!&lt;br /&gt;-A few minutes passed, the the cute boys kept on comin.. Holly turned to me and said "The guys just keep pouring in!"&lt;br /&gt;And it was true!! I'm guessing there is 80% guys in the ward, 20% girls. LOVE THOSE ODDS!! Not to mention that 60% of those guys are deliciously gorgeous (:&lt;br /&gt;-Instead of the normal church sessions, we had our sacrament meeting which went 10minutes or so over, and then we all stayed in the Chapel for the next two hours, going up one at a time and saying our name, address, what we're doing in Utah, our roommates, and one "claim of fame", which made it really easy to look at everyone! Our bishopric got up just for a little bit, and I'm really excited for this ward. It seems so fun and crazy! We're going to the bishop's house tonight for FHE where there will be steaks, other food, pool party, and FUN!! I'm living the life, right?! (;&lt;br /&gt;-Then Linds and I tried scoping out some good trees to slack line somewhere at the Bran, but with no luck just went down to UVU. I completely failed at getting my slack line set up, so with the help of Reece, we realized I needed just a few more things to get the most out of my slack line experience. Nevertheless, we did walk on it for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;-We came back to the apartment and decided to go on a walk by the river with Kaylee, Carly, Seth and Holly!! It was so cute (:&lt;br /&gt;-At 9, we went to ward prayer and ended up staying about half an hour later just talking to some new found friends, and made dinner plans with them for next Sunday!! All we (the girls) have to do is bring dessert.. how easy is that?&lt;br /&gt;-Then a few people came over to our apartment for a game night! Kaylee drove everyone that came over, and there was a total of 8 in her Mazda 6! One guy (Kyle) was in the trunk, I was slewn across Linds, halfway on Kay as she was driving, and Shea, Jeff, Julie and Holly were squished in the back seat!&lt;br /&gt;-We chose Phase10 which was a good and bad decision. It is a VERY long game, and I had theeeee worst headache, but I love that game so I didn't want to quit and go to bed. Plus, they were cracking me up!! When commenting on Shea's "floor dancing" skills, which were hilarious, he said "I don't know what specific dance moves, I just do what the music tells me to!"&lt;br /&gt;-Like I said, it's a long game. It seemed like it was taking ages to finish, so Shea and I started cheating (; Kyle was getting so mad, but it was still funny. FINALLLLY, after sliding Shae three wilds, he won the game at 1 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;-Then it was bed time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, EXTREMELY good Sunday (: I can't wait for tonight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-6476606464393058905?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/6476606464393058905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-hello-wonderful-sunday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6476606464393058905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/6476606464393058905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-hello-wonderful-sunday.html' title='Oh, hello Wonderful Sunday!'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1752742161726027509</id><published>2009-08-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:39:25.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;23 FREAKING DAYS UNTIL OUR CRUISE TO ENSENADA AND CABO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited. I went last April with the fam, but now it's time to go with Swiss(Kaylee) and some other girls!! It's from the 21st-25th.. Oh, I can't wait (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHfJC5GqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bZwFwc-6sdI/s1600-h/l_a0c9da4c15d122595e0ead6ea0d11802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054386852076194" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHfJC5GqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bZwFwc-6sdI/s400/l_a0c9da4c15d122595e0ead6ea0d11802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHe2xlgAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/eH5e7o-Szm4/s1600-h/l_91793a14a07e4d908cc1ce208cf497b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054381947650050" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHe2xlgAI/AAAAAAAAAuo/eH5e7o-Szm4/s400/l_91793a14a07e4d908cc1ce208cf497b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHeJIVZKI/AAAAAAAAAug/5S5IDk17xJs/s1600-h/l_8e5424e0381893bb8b7f828a39446c27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054369695032482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHeJIVZKI/AAAAAAAAAug/5S5IDk17xJs/s400/l_8e5424e0381893bb8b7f828a39446c27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHd5_QJNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MYL3o0JdqWM/s1600-h/l_af6272c5027f04cd530644382db055b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375054365630407890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHd5_QJNI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MYL3o0JdqWM/s400/l_af6272c5027f04cd530644382db055b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1752742161726027509?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1752742161726027509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/08/23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1752742161726027509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1752742161726027509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/08/23.html' title='23.'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SpgHfJC5GqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bZwFwc-6sdI/s72-c/l_a0c9da4c15d122595e0ead6ea0d11802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2058982299359360033.post-1392523857980023710</id><published>2009-08-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:31:09.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Institute</title><content type='html'>My institute class started last night!! And one of the "elements" that we have to complete, is to "Keep a journal of careful notes during the class" and although I forgot to bring paper to write things down yesterday, I got a few things. But I decided to make a separate blog of everything that happens in there, and my feelings and what not!! Feel free to look at it, follow it, ignore it, whatever! But it's there mainly for me, and to keep myself inspired, so maybe it will inspire you as well? Just &lt;a href="http://shaylinsinstitutejournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2058982299359360033-1392523857980023710?l=shaylindewey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/feeds/1392523857980023710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/08/institute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1392523857980023710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2058982299359360033/posts/default/1392523857980023710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaylindewey.blogspot.com/2009/08/institute.html' title='Institute'/><author><name>Shaylin &amp;amp; Cody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693841888907173257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W3u2SykGFeY/SjARQibQGJI/AAAAAAAAAag/fkW-wHQYlGc/S220/shyn.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
