<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 14:59:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ChoirGirl</title><description>sporadic thoughts on what the heck is going on in my life</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-5220897319205810132</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-19T23:38:37.630-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Modeling</category><title>Ready for my closeup!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I finally have the pictures from my photo shoot! There are lots of pictures in the post, but only about half of what was on the disc. I am also on the W Talent website and will be having comp cards made soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shots around downtown Salt Lake City:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUBDe4dm8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/8YmgWjEY1JY/s1600-h/DSCF8984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUBDe4dm8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/8YmgWjEY1JY/s400/DSCF8984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270620098248154050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUBCzDvZNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s8-Jy2Wp7lk/s1600-h/DSCF8985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUBCzDvZNI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s8-Jy2Wp7lk/s400/DSCF8985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270620086484296914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAZk93ZAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7_mwYk2Ao68/s1600-h/DSCF8986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAZk93ZAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7_mwYk2Ao68/s400/DSCF8986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270619378326922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAZYbdQQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/d9jWcuLCkCc/s1600-h/DSCF8993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAZYbdQQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/d9jWcuLCkCc/s400/DSCF8993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270619374961377538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAYo-0KdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OvFLoWXLm0o/s1600-h/DSCF8994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAYo-0KdI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OvFLoWXLm0o/s400/DSCF8994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270619362224777682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAYXYGVKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/D1bsNdwbfJU/s1600-h/DSCF8995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAYXYGVKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/D1bsNdwbfJU/s400/DSCF8995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270619357498987682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAYDqgYEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PmW8TvrjnEE/s1600-h/DSCF9001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUAYDqgYEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/PmW8TvrjnEE/s400/DSCF9001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270619352207482946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_RbuoKNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H5yF9JbmuE8/s1600-h/DSCF9002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_RbuoKNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/H5yF9JbmuE8/s400/DSCF9002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618138896509138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_ROKGDuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jGkLDf_Vgos/s1600-h/DSCF9003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_ROKGDuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jGkLDf_Vgos/s400/DSCF9003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618135253618402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_QnkPcLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sdGCN0pv7jE/s1600-h/DSCF9016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_QnkPcLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sdGCN0pv7jE/s400/DSCF9016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618124894302386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_QRX3jgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r6hiSNeGZYU/s1600-h/DSCF9070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_QRX3jgI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r6hiSNeGZYU/s400/DSCF9070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618118936825346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_QKy68zI/AAAAAAAAAUA/meByX7w8Iy4/s1600-h/xDSCF9009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST_QKy68zI/AAAAAAAAAUA/meByX7w8Iy4/s400/xDSCF9009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270618117171245874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shots at Pioneer Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-FZQjLDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5s6U0xUtFL8/s1600-h/DSCF9081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-FZQjLDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5s6U0xUtFL8/s400/DSCF9081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616832563424306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-Ej9GbEI/AAAAAAAAATw/GeNoRim8cwI/s1600-h/DSCF9085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-Ej9GbEI/AAAAAAAAATw/GeNoRim8cwI/s400/DSCF9085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616818254769218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-ER3GtII/AAAAAAAAATo/-v9Vx1woczw/s1600-h/DSCF9086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-ER3GtII/AAAAAAAAATo/-v9Vx1woczw/s400/DSCF9086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616813397783682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-EHAv3nI/AAAAAAAAATg/xF6PG8Nv6FE/s1600-h/DSCF9089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST-EHAv3nI/AAAAAAAAATg/xF6PG8Nv6FE/s400/DSCF9089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270616810485440114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9FsmlW_I/AAAAAAAAATY/rneQ6hLgdAk/s1600-h/DSCF9090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9FsmlW_I/AAAAAAAAATY/rneQ6hLgdAk/s400/DSCF9090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270615738244488178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9FSobazI/AAAAAAAAATI/aGuL9RydE3E/s1600-h/DSCF9093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9FSobazI/AAAAAAAAATI/aGuL9RydE3E/s400/DSCF9093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270615731272903474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9FIIhF-I/AAAAAAAAATA/aAjWWbSFETg/s1600-h/DSCF9094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9FIIhF-I/AAAAAAAAATA/aAjWWbSFETg/s400/DSCF9094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270615728454703074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9E_o7K9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aU_pdhtl9oA/s1600-h/DSCF9097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST9E_o7K9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aU_pdhtl9oA/s400/DSCF9097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270615726174710738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Headshots (I wasn't crazy about any of the headshots, so we're using one of the pictures with the gray shirt instead):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST8VM8jcSI/AAAAAAAAASw/0c6cDTumRqw/s1600-h/DSCF9173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST8VM8jcSI/AAAAAAAAASw/0c6cDTumRqw/s400/DSCF9173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614905112981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST8UU-0TXI/AAAAAAAAASo/XL4lJqnV87k/s1600-h/DSCF9183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST8UU-0TXI/AAAAAAAAASo/XL4lJqnV87k/s400/DSCF9183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614890090089842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST8T-Av80I/AAAAAAAAASg/0BLZMW-Ftmg/s1600-h/xDSCF9175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST8T-Av80I/AAAAAAAAASg/0BLZMW-Ftmg/s400/xDSCF9175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614883924177730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dress shots (2nd to last one was when the photographer told me to be goofy. I also jumped up and down, but didn't include the picture, because I look ridiculous):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUFwl_QsgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n4tAldH7jIg/s1600-h/DSCF9295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUFwl_QsgI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n4tAldH7jIg/s400/DSCF9295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270625271296340482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7roh4BwI/AAAAAAAAASY/pDKT4sw62u8/s1600-h/DSCF9297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7roh4BwI/AAAAAAAAASY/pDKT4sw62u8/s400/DSCF9297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614190962771714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7rE081mI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fxTZFU-ilQA/s1600-h/DSCF9309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7rE081mI/AAAAAAAAASQ/fxTZFU-ilQA/s400/DSCF9309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614181379102306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7qlnE0qI/AAAAAAAAASI/Am9Bh8ALDW8/s1600-h/DSCF9311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7qlnE0qI/AAAAAAAAASI/Am9Bh8ALDW8/s400/DSCF9311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614172999406242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7qdfu78I/AAAAAAAAASA/KV-yLGioWuU/s1600-h/DSCF9325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7qdfu78I/AAAAAAAAASA/KV-yLGioWuU/s400/DSCF9325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614170821128130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7qLGtsOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bqrttLLUEUg/s1600-h/DSCF9347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SST7qLGtsOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/bqrttLLUEUg/s400/DSCF9347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614165884350690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-5220897319205810132?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ready-for-my-closeup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SSUBDe4dm8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/8YmgWjEY1JY/s72-c/DSCF8984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-8157047865229261606</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T15:27:34.695-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Katy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>John</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Paul</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Nate</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Cara</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Erin</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Halloween</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Justin</category><title>Ghosts, goblins, and things that go bump in the night</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDKpfj-DxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IHSVaO4T3A8/s1600-h/4717760-R1-014-5A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDKpfj-DxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IHSVaO4T3A8/s400/4717760-R1-014-5A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264930778591923986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I participated in several Halloween activities this year. The weekend before Halloween, I went to a pumpkin carving party hosted by Katy and her brother. I carved two pumpkins--one has a haunted house and the other has lots of stars. I stole the pumpkin photos from Katy's Facebook pics, because mine didn't turn out. Hope she doesn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDE4FemuOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0LtkCODKxEU/s1600-h/n203003125_30676613_8683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDE4FemuOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0LtkCODKxEU/s400/n203003125_30676613_8683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264924432218372322" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDFBLc9jbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0nV_c9GRQlo/s1600-h/n203003125_30676611_8055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDFBLc9jbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0nV_c9GRQlo/s400/n203003125_30676611_8055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264924588440915378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Eggett hosted a Latter-Day Celebration costume party at his home the day before Halloween. I only stayed for an hour, because I also had Chorale rehearsal that evening. We carved some more pumpkins and played a charades game while I was there, and I got some fun pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDFrHIb5UI/AAAAAAAAAPo/31m9KHwzAt8/s1600-h/4717760-R1-020-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDFrHIb5UI/AAAAAAAAAPo/31m9KHwzAt8/s400/4717760-R1-020-8A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264925308835587394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDF4j3P2RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NPS_bTbey_s/s1600-h/4717760-R1-023-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDF4j3P2RI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NPS_bTbey_s/s400/4717760-R1-023-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264925539886422290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDGGDVp04I/AAAAAAAAAP4/PtsiAPswcDQ/s1600-h/4717760-R1-018-7A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDGGDVp04I/AAAAAAAAAP4/PtsiAPswcDQ/s400/4717760-R1-018-7A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264925771673752450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy and Nathan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDGTLnyXWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sV2nKIUjbcc/s1600-h/4717760-R1-029-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDGTLnyXWI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sV2nKIUjbcc/s400/4717760-R1-029-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264925997235592546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween night, I went with some friends to see the silent movie "Phantom of the Opera" with live organ. It was the 1925 version with Lon Chaney as the Phantom. My friend, Mike Ohman, was the organist. Most of the audience members were wearing Halloween costumes and there was a little show preceding the movie. It started with a coffin being carried onto the stage amid smoke (dry ice) and spooky music. Then the lid opened and out came Michael Ohman! He even wore a Phantom cape. He went the organ and played impressively and then a couple came out dressed in 1920's outfits and sang a song. The movie itself was great and the audience was very reactive--screaming, booing, hissing, gasping, laughing, etc. It was definitely a fun way to spend Halloween night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cara, John, and me before the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDI---vSgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QOjBTQcnoAc/s1600-h/4717760-R1-016-6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDI---vSgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QOjBTQcnoAc/s400/4717760-R1-016-6A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264928948779698690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me with Justin after the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDJXcApnKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_LxsMICDhHM/s1600-h/4717760-R1-007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDJXcApnKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_LxsMICDhHM/s400/4717760-R1-007-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929368889203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-8157047865229261606?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-participated-in-several-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SRDKpfj-DxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IHSVaO4T3A8/s72-c/4717760-R1-014-5A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-8142742916013250689</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-27T22:05:23.684-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>W Talent</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Modeling</category><title>My day as a model</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my first official photo shoot as a model on Thursday, October 16th, and thought it was about time I posted about it. It's a pretty detailed post, because I'm long winded and like to talk about myself. I was a bit nervous about the shoot, which was a weird feeling, since I usually don't get nervous about things. I was mostly worried that I wouldn't know what I was doing and the people at the agency would wonder why in the world they signed me! I also felt some anxiety about being one of the first plus models to sign with W Talent. It felt like there was a lot of pressure on Jenny and I to be perfect right off the bat. I fretted about my clothes a lot, of course. I want to give a big thank you to Mom, Amy, Melanie, Jenni, Shelley, Josh, and Jenny for helping me decide what to wear. I'll include what I wore for each section of shots, although only the people who helped with the clothes will really know what I'm talking about. :) I took at least two complete outfits for every shot, and then the stylist decided which would photograph best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I scheduled our shoots on the same day so we could go together and be there to support each other. The photographer, Joe, decided to alternate between us instead of shooting just Jenny for three hours and then just me for three hours. It worked out really well, because it gave us time to go to downtown Salt Lake, rather than just doing everything at the agency. It was more tiring that way, though, because there wasn't much time for one of us to rest while the other was being photographed. We spent about the first hour in hair and makeup, which took place here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQY-2BVyJwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EvRRC1HjNzg/s1600-h/about-image+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQY-2BVyJwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EvRRC1HjNzg/s400/about-image+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261962312422663938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing slippery pants and kept sliding around on those weird stools/chairs. Out stylist's name is Danelle, and she followed us around during the shoot, fixing our hair and makeup as we went. I wish I had someone to do that all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first shots, we went right downtown and got pictures around the buildings. I found a picture online that looks an awful lot like the corner where Joe took some photos of Jenny walking down the sidewalk. It might even be the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQY2SZMgxdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CcZMLVzLiAQ/s1600-h/road+in+Salt+Lake+City.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQY2SZMgxdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CcZMLVzLiAQ/s400/road+in+Salt+Lake+City.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261952904257914322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took some pics of me around the corner pretending to open a car door. There were some benches along the sidewalk where he got more shots of Jenny, and then we went down an alley and he took pictures of me in a corner between a building and a gate. I wore a gray shirt with a plaid collar, black dress pants, and gray heels for the downtown shots. My hair was down and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next set, we went to Pioneer Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBYcnGy1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/aU8nj_eS1-8/s1600-h/Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBYcnGy1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/aU8nj_eS1-8/s400/Story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261965102881885010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBhixD8RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/729M73Fgn5o/s1600-h/DSC_6575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBhixD8RI/AAAAAAAAAPI/729M73Fgn5o/s400/DSC_6575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261965259153076498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBzonXdLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mmcqFziEU7M/s1600-h/DSC_6574.JPG"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBzonXdLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mmcqFziEU7M/s1600-h/DSC_6574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQZBzonXdLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mmcqFziEU7M/s400/DSC_6574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261965569960670386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty big park with a playground, basketball court, and lots of trees. There was a fence along one side where we took pictures with my French horn. I actually played my horn in the middle of the park. There are a lot of bums that hang around there, and they were interested in what we were doing. One guy yelled out, "Hey, can I take a picture with you pretty ladies?" Another guy started rapping, "I like big butts ..." as we were walking across the park. I took it as a compliment, because he seemed like he meant it that way. There was a kid around ten who asked me about my French horn. Joe took pictures of Jenny in the playground area, and a guy stopped and asked if we were models from a magazine. I wore a bright pink scoop neck tee with jeans and awesome pink, blue, and white plaid heels. Danelle put a small French braid in the front and down the side of my hair and the rest was straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the park, we went back to the agency for headshots and dressy shots. I wet my hair to make it curly for the second half of the photos and Danelle played it up and sprayed it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. There's a fountain outside behind the agency where I sat for my headshots. I wore a dark purple shirt. The dressy shots were taken in a little studio area inside with a plain white backdrop. I wore a sapphire blue dress with gray heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was actually having my picture taken, I wasn't nervous at all. The photographer was good at directing us and was jokey and friendly. He made me feel very comfortable. I felt like it went well, but I was glad to go eat when it was over! We should be getting our proofs in a week or two. Now I'm worried about what the pictures actually look like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-8142742916013250689?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day-as-model.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQY-2BVyJwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/EvRRC1HjNzg/s72-c/about-image+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-7601470442467250027</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T14:43:36.020-06:00</atom:updated><title>Pic 6</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was tagged from my friend, Katy's blog to post the 6th picture from my 6th picture file and tell about it. I was thinking I wouldn't do it, but then I looked at what the picture would be, and it was too funny to not do it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQIycly-ocI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H2pAcuRkJ9E/s1600-h/06906d2ea71d6078e2999d6055118_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQIycly-ocI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H2pAcuRkJ9E/s400/06906d2ea71d6078e2999d6055118_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260822781485818306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was messing around, creating fake magazine covers with some modeling pics and made this one of Josh. I showed it to him and I think he liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tagging anyone in particular, but if you'd like to post a picture, feel free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-7601470442467250027?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/pic-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SQIycly-ocI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H2pAcuRkJ9E/s72-c/06906d2ea71d6078e2999d6055118_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-8653957720382154779</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-11T18:04:04.082-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>MTC</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Josh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Melanie</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Little Joseph</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>W Talent</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hyrum</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Little Amy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Latter-Day Celebration</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Adam</category><title>Busy as a Buzzing Bee</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's time to stop putting off my blog post. I had to look in my planner to remember what I've been up to for the last month. Here are the highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sunday, September 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObOjj32fSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0-0gu4Wx0_w/s1600-h/JeffreyRHolland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObOjj32fSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0-0gu4Wx0_w/s400/JeffreyRHolland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253113125694504226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I played the organ and piano for the combined Orem Institute choirs at the worldwide broadcast for the Church Educational System. We performed "Nearer, My God, to Thee" and "My Kindness Shall Not Depart from Thee." Elder Jeffrey R. Holland was the speaker, and he specifically requested the songs. He even spoke about them in his talk. The Spirit was incredibly strong during the whole meeting and the songs went very well. You can still watch it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/ces/0,7341,538-1-61-1521,00.html"&gt;lds.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. I'm so grateful to have had such an amazing experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Monday, September 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObPWUPeKlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zVxCNQLLQGY/s1600-h/ce42e790a099d241af1ee0bd67f0b_4101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObPWUPeKlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zVxCNQLLQGY/s400/ce42e790a099d241af1ee0bd67f0b_4101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253113997671934546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Josh and I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wtalent.com/main.php"&gt;W Talent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; to check out an acting class. It was interesting, but I think I would benefit more from the modeling classes than the acting. Neither of us have much time for the classes now anyway, but it was good to see what they were like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friday, September 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObTBzIaiJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZxQslOhLFr0/s1600-h/n761375857_4211512_5523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObTBzIaiJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZxQslOhLFr0/s400/n761375857_4211512_5523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118043233093778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;LDC had an opening social. We played games, got to know each other better, and ate pizza. The picture is from one of those games where you all link hands and try to get untangled without letting go. Our group never got out of the tangled mess. Afterward, some of us went to Jamba Juice to hang out and exchange phone numbers. Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saturday, September 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObTW8dhhDI/AAAAAAAAANA/lFSqaL_4IQA/s1600-h/n849230401_4322364_8168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObTW8dhhDI/AAAAAAAAANA/lFSqaL_4IQA/s400/n849230401_4322364_8168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118406514803762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Welcome, baby Hyrum! Melanie had a brand new baby boy. He is little, but healthy. She called in the afternoon to tell me about it and said everything went well. I love his expression in the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObTnACOJ2I/AAAAAAAAANI/pSuY2HTuRvA/s1600-h/n503207786_896568_7818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObTnACOJ2I/AAAAAAAAANI/pSuY2HTuRvA/s400/n503207786_896568_7818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118682351937378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Later on, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.tucanos.com/"&gt;Tucanos Brazilian Grill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; with a group of girls for Jenny's birthday. We had to wait a long time for a table, but it was really fun once we were seated. We had three male waiters who were very attractive and very flirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sunday, September 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObUBn1Qv1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/3QxdVZmoUE8/s1600-h/n849230401_4279390_2618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObUBn1Qv1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/3QxdVZmoUE8/s400/n849230401_4279390_2618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119139711598418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was little Amy's birthday, so I called her and we talked for about a half hour (she did most of the talking). One of the first things she said was, "I got a little brother for my birthday! It's the best present ever!" She's so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was also Jenny's actual birthday, so she had a dinner at her house. I went with Adam, and Josh met us there, along with Clint, Craig, Karee, Jen, Paola, and lots of other friends. Jenny and I both made yummy enchiladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friday, September 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chorale had a social at the Institute. I don't have my pictures from it yet. We had hot dogs and played some games. Afterward, I had one of the most awkward "dates" ever. A boy asked if I wanted to see Indiana Jones at the dollar theater, and two other boys decided to go along. It made for an interesting night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wednesday, September 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObV_8g_S2I/AAAAAAAAANY/oTtM946wRYA/s1600-h/Zach+and+Gecko+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObV_8g_S2I/AAAAAAAAANY/oTtM946wRYA/s400/Zach+and+Gecko+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253121309927230306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My cousin, Zach, entered the MTC and I went to see him off with his parents. He is going to the California Santa Rosa Mission. I asked if he was nervous, and he said, "No, I'm just excited." He couldn't stop smiling. My aunt was very good. She cried, of course, but wasn't overly clingy, and my uncle just got some tears in his eyes. Afterward, I introduced my aunt and uncle to the MTC President and his wife. They were very gracious and thanked my aunt and uncle for sending their son on a mission. They also said some kind things about me, which was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I also had the first of a week and a half of 7:00 a.m. rehearsals at the MTC. Around 365 missionaries are singing for the &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_conference_%28Latter_Day_Saints%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priesthood Session of General Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could go with them, but it is a men's meeting. I've decided to go to the Institute tomorrow and watch just the songs during the broadcast. It would be sad to have spent all that time rehearsing with the choir and not get to see them perform. A Tabernacle Choir organist will be accompanying them for the meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friday, September 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I had dinner at Josh's place with him, Jenny, and Adam. I cooked spaghetti, Josh made pineapple-coconut drinks, Adam made fancy green beans, and Jenny brought salad. After dinner, we went to see the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Igor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It had funny parts, but I wouldn't say it was an overall great movie. We went back to Josh's after the movie and had fruit salad for dessert. Everybody had a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saturday, September 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I watched the Relief Society Session of General Conference. It was very uplifting, and I especially enjoyed President Uchtdorf's talk. Some of my favorite things he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"The differences between men and women can be quite striking--physically, mentally, and emotionally."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Our splendid sisters sometimes undervalue their abilities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"You don't need money or influence to create something of substance and beauty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"As spirit daughters of our Heavenly Father, happiness is your heritage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saturday, September 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I played for a missionary fireside at the Institute. The Provo mission president was the featured speaker. His wife and a couple of elders spoke before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Monday, September 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObXAdDq_XI/AAAAAAAAANg/x_oOxrkuh7Q/s1600-h/n527880428_1223272_729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObXAdDq_XI/AAAAAAAAANg/x_oOxrkuh7Q/s400/n527880428_1223272_729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253122418174262642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My buddy Paul got back from Basic Training! Yay! It was great to see him. He even bought me lunch. Then we pretended we were monsters! Actually, the picture is from LDC tour and we were imitating the animals behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tuesday, September 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObXVEBwBuI/AAAAAAAAANo/FOGSVrLhCRA/s1600-h/side-mtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObXVEBwBuI/AAAAAAAAANo/FOGSVrLhCRA/s400/side-mtc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253122772232570594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I had four rehearsals and a performance in one day! After the MTC devotional, some members of the Church Music Committee came to hear the elders practice for General Conference. It was the first time practicing with the organ, so I cranked it up and the elders were singing at the tops of their voices. At the end of "Called to Serve," the Committee members clapped and the director turned to me and said, "Nice organ playing!" Then all the missionaries gave me a standing ovation. I couldn't believe it. It was like something you tell someone you dreamed about, only it really happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wednesday, October 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SPE-v0G9kII/AAAAAAAAANw/SQciXEFsxas/s1600-h/n848790108_4350108_7897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SPE-v0G9kII/AAAAAAAAANw/SQciXEFsxas/s400/n848790108_4350108_7897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256051231280697474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went tree climbing with Josh after LDC. Yes, I really did. I can't remember the last time I climbed a tree--it was probably at girls' camp. There are some good climbing trees and little hills in the south part of UVU campus. Cari, a girl from choir, met us about twenty minutes into it and only stayed for a little while. My arms got scraped up, but it was fun. I took a picture of Josh in one of the trees--he was climbing all over like a monkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-8653957720382154779?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-as-buzzing-bee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SObOjj32fSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0-0gu4Wx0_w/s72-c/JeffreyRHolland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-300961015410679928</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T14:28:01.850-06:00</atom:updated><title>Tag, your blog is it!</title><description>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://katyconfessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Katy Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(I changed the rules a little, because I think rules should be bendable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Link the person who tagged you. Mention the rules on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell 6 unspectacular quirky things about you or your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs letting them know they have been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. I spend every night with Chopin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since I'm a musician, you're probably thinking I listen to Chopin while going to sleep at night. Nope. I'm talking about my teddy bear named Chopin that I've slept with since high school. I know, I know ... I'm 34 and still sleep with a teddy bear. I'm just so used to having something tucked under my arm in bed, it's hard to sleep without him. He's very worn out now--one ear has no lining and the stuffing is all squeezed out of his neck. He was bright white, but now he's  more off-white, even though I wash him regularly, and he has a black bow tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. I love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe that's not really quirky, but I know so many women who aren't happy with their hair. I really lucked out in that department. I like how thick it is, and that it's curly, but not so curly I can't straighten it when I want to. It also holds artificial curl well, which really isn't fair, since it's already curly naturally. I've been able to wear it pretty much every length from really short to really long without it looking weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. My life is a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know how people who aren't into musicals claim that in real life, people don't break out in song with accompaniment and dancing? Well, ha, ha on them, because in my family, it really happens! I remember one Christmas I was helping set up the tree, and my mom started singing "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus." Pretty soon, I was at the piano playing, and my dad got out his trumpet, and everyone was singing and dancing around the room.  Yep, we're weird... and AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. I like boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About 95% of the boys I've dated--seriously, casually, and even ones I didn't like much--have been younger than me. And I've dated a lot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Age has never been an issue for me, though I sometimes worry that my being older will make whoever I'm dating feel less manly. There have been times when I've thought a guy just didn't have enough life experience for me, but mostly men are either mature or they aren't, and age has little to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. Nervous? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't get nervous when I perform.  I think it's because I've been doing it all my life, so it feels natural. Even when I played for a world-wide broadcast recently, the choir directors were nervous and I was fine. I always practice and feel well prepared, so I can actually enjoy the performance. It's the most fun thing I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;6. I can't go anywhere without my water bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm addicted to purified water. I have to have a bottle with me at all times--at work, in the car, at the piano (even in performances), on dates, etc. Good thing it's only 15 cents a bottle in the break room at work. Part of the reason I carry a big purse is so I can fit a water bottle in it. It's especially helpful on shopping marathons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blogs I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://sareah.livejournal.com/"&gt;When your heart is involved, it all comes out in moron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://pezao.us/blog/"&gt;Soap Box Podium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://suzieandmike18.blogspot.com/"&gt;News From Wyoming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://bradfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.silverliningsweets.com/"&gt;Melanie's Memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://musimommy.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'm Bloggin' It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-300961015410679928?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-your-blog-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-4118875083179136019</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T14:40:20.899-06:00</atom:updated><title>What have you done with your life?</title><description>I really liked this list from my aunt's blog, because it made me think about what I've done in my life and what I'd still like to do. You just copy the list and bold the things you've done.  It was difficult to refrain from adding comments about certain items on the list, but I somehow managed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;10. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Worn a superhero costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone - verbal or physical&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Won money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;102. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;105. Dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all fours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;br /&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;br /&gt;109. Worn a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;112. Cooked a dish where at least four people asked for the recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;114. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;115. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;br /&gt;116. Danced at a disco&lt;br /&gt;117. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;119. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;120. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;121. Ridden a train&lt;br /&gt;122. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;123. Eaten caviar&lt;br /&gt;124. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;125. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;br /&gt;126. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;127. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Lived in a historic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;129. Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;131. Made a hole-in-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;133. Gone roller skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;135. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;136. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;137. Flown first class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;139. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;140. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;141. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;142. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;143. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;144. Written a love-story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;146. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;147. Written a fan letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;149. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;150. Ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;151. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;152. Been a boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;154. Lied about your weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;155. Gone on a diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;156. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;157. Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;158. Carried your lunch in a lunch box&lt;br /&gt;159. Gotten food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;160. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;162. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;br /&gt;163. Gone to the opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;164. Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;165. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;166. Ridden in a limousine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;168. Can hula or waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;169. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;170. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;172. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;173. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;174. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;175. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;176. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;177. Laughed till your side hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. Straddled the equator&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;180. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;181. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. Spent the night in a hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;183. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;184. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;185. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;186. Donated blood or plasma&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187. Built a camp fire&lt;br /&gt;188. Kept a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;189. Had hives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;191. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;192. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;193. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;194. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;195. Know CPR&lt;br /&gt;196. Ridden in a convertible&lt;br /&gt;197. Found a long lost friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;198. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;199. Shaken hands with a famous person&lt;br /&gt;200. Commented on ChoirGirl's Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been short on time lately and haven't posted for awhile, so this was good quick thing for me to do. I'll be doing a regular post this weekend, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-4118875083179136019?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-have-you-done-with-your-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-6818965707230305496</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T00:03:23.432-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jacob</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Benjamin</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dad</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Little Joseph</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Melanie</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Johnny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Joseph</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Mom</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Little Amy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Levi</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Grandpa</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenni</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Amy</category><title>Grandpa's Birthday</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Joseph, Miriam, and I went to Salt Lake this evening for Grandpa A.'s birthday dinner at Uncle Dan's house. As soon as the front door opened, I knew Grandpa had been cooking from the yummy smells wafting out. He made lasagna and his famous meatballs that no one else seems to be able to duplicate. We also had some fresh fruit and salad. Then we sat and talked and just had fun being together. I made an 8x8 scrapbook of the "Florida" grandkids for Grandpa's birthday gift and decided to scan it and share it on my blog. I scanned two pages to an image, except the title page, so it's how you would see it in the book. If there are photos of you in here and you don't like them, please don't be mad. I just grabbed a bunch of pictures from Facebook and had them printed, because I was very limited on time this week. That's why some of the pictures are kind of blurry. Grandpa liked them all and laughed at some of them. For some reason, he thought the picture of Johnny's face was the funniest. Of course, I had to include a picture at the end of everybody eating. It's the 3rd thing we do best as a family (1st is music and 2nd is talking).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOvyM75nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GjBMATv03YM/s1600-h/Grandpa_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOvyM75nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GjBMATv03YM/s400/Grandpa_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242769130305349234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOlBwqv5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/9NiWYLxqP5g/s1600-h/Grandpa_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOlBwqv5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/9NiWYLxqP5g/s400/Grandpa_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242768945503190930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOUOohGhI/AAAAAAAAALw/qwscXSb6jco/s1600-h/Grandpa_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOUOohGhI/AAAAAAAAALw/qwscXSb6jco/s400/Grandpa_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242768656900889106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOCZ9FhvI/AAAAAAAAALo/rLSlzxAuhcQ/s1600-h/Grandpa_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOCZ9FhvI/AAAAAAAAALo/rLSlzxAuhcQ/s400/Grandpa_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242768350702307058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMINwsC2h3I/AAAAAAAAALg/0vtaMhn5o24/s1600-h/Grandpa_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMINwsC2h3I/AAAAAAAAALg/0vtaMhn5o24/s400/Grandpa_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242768046320682866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMINeoTc1MI/AAAAAAAAALY/0J_v2NXLgPo/s1600-h/Grandpa_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMINeoTc1MI/AAAAAAAAALY/0J_v2NXLgPo/s400/Grandpa_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242767736078914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMINNy_bf-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/J8kDNP3nYS0/s1600-h/Grandpa_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMINNy_bf-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/J8kDNP3nYS0/s400/Grandpa_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242767446889955298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIM9x9R-OI/AAAAAAAAALI/YSHefHmPqGA/s1600-h/Grandpa_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIM9x9R-OI/AAAAAAAAALI/YSHefHmPqGA/s400/Grandpa_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242767171734599906" 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/5704029858638339799-6818965707230305496?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandpas-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SMIOvyM75nI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GjBMATv03YM/s72-c/Grandpa_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-6334266384843246527</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2008 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T00:04:14.393-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>MTC</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Institute Chorale</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Miriam</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Clint</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Craig</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Gardner Village</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Joseph</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Grandpa</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Latter-Day Celebration</category><title>Choir, Choir, Pants on Fire!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLynbTbCiUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SQlJHoIgMUk/s1600-h/n848790108_312961_6020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLynbTbCiUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SQlJHoIgMUk/s400/n848790108_312961_6020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241248153864407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;   Fall choir at the Orem Institute started last Thursday. It felt good to be back in my comfort zone on the piano bench. We had about 250 people there for the first rehearsal, because we're providing the music for the CES Fireside this coming Sunday. You can watch us on BYU TV at 6:00 Mountain Time. They'll show me for sure, since I'll be playing the piano and the organ. I actually had all three choirs yesterday, which rarely happens. The MTC choir rehearsed at 4:15, LDC rehearsed at 6:30 and performed around 7:30, and LDC and Chorale combined for the CES rehearsal at 8:00. I didn't leave the Institute until almost 11:00. I'm still tired from it! It's a good kind of tired, though, because I felt productive and appreciated, and I can't be accused of not sharing my talents. :) LDC auditions are this week and official rehearsals start next week. Here we go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for other things going on, Joseph and Miriam moved back to Provo for school. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLynm-FddGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/msGDS2rV6a4/s1600-h/n656412029_655037_5208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLynm-FddGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/msGDS2rV6a4/s400/n656412029_655037_5208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241248354295182434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   They found an apartment about halfway between my place and BYU and moved in today. They've been staying with me since Wednesday night and it's been crowded, but not too bad. It's nice to have more family in Utah again. Uncle Dan and Aunt Marianne and some of their children live in Salt Lake, but I don't have time to see them very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa A. is visiting Utah for a couple weeks and came to my place with my aunt on Friday night and Joseph and Miriam were there too.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLyn0lXvY2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YRKyFg8Lzw0/s1600-h/n578570587_974902_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLyn0lXvY2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YRKyFg8Lzw0/s400/n578570587_974902_2110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241248588179137378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   It was fun visiting and talking with them. Joseph, Miriam, and I are going to Salt Lake for a day-late birthday party for Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Today was a paid holiday for me, but I decided to work a few hours to get a head start on a busy week. Of course, I had to go shopping with Jenny and Karee first! With all the Labor Day sales going on, I spent less than $40 and got two shirts, a jacket, a hanging lantern/flower holder, a really good smelling sachet, a "BOO!" Halloween sign for my door, some sugar free chocolate for me, and some fudge for Joseph and Miriam. Shopping is one of my favorite hobbies. Too bad it's also the most expensive. I think I did pretty well today, though. If you love shopping too and live around Provo or SLC, you should check out Gardner Village.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLypgjzpFbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Nw5RwUM3hUw/s1600-h/1216SummerPagesmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLypgjzpFbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Nw5RwUM3hUw/s400/1216SummerPagesmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250443185165746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;There are lots of little shops and a restaurant and everything is decorated with cute stuff. That's where I got the things that weren't clothes. Craig and Clint met us there for lunch and then Craig bought an awesome table and chair set for his kitchen at one of the stores. My favorite store is called Anastasia's Attic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLypyYFOY3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AfktZj6SqJo/s1600-h/607893AnastasiasAtticfortheweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLypyYFOY3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/AfktZj6SqJo/s400/607893AnastasiasAtticfortheweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241250749275333490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;  They have lots of girly things like sparkly hair pins, scented sachets, fancy masks, decorative candle snuffers, etc. I got the sparkly "BOO!" sign there.&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/5704029858638339799-6334266384843246527?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/09/choir-choir-pants-on-fire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLynbTbCiUI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SQlJHoIgMUk/s72-c/n848790108_312961_6020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-9060414146905295716</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T23:59:23.824-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>MTC</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Josh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Institute Chorale</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>W Talent</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Brady</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Latter-Day Celebration</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jana</category><title>Last Week of Summer</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The last full week before the Institute choirs start for Fall has passed. There were a lot of things I would've liked to get done in my apartment this summer that just didn't happen. Ah, well. Here's a rundown of my last Summer week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLPXhkZXyAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-JTltFWJ4gw/s1600-h/Ellen+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLPXhkZXyAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-JTltFWJ4gw/s400/Ellen+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238767763267766274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was supposed to practice with Josh for a concert happening Friday, but on his way to my place, he talked to the people in charge and they said they didn't need him anymore. He came over anyway to return some music books and we sat in the living room for about an hour talking and complaining about being tired. I guess it wasn't a bad way to spend my lunch break, although it was disappointing that we didn't get to perform in the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLOyxkpui_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N4-8MEOJfsM/s1600-h/Oaks_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLOyxkpui_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/N4-8MEOJfsM/s400/Oaks_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238727356284046322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The MTC choir sang "Where Can I Turn for Peace?" and I accompanied on piano. Elder Dallin H. Oaks was the speaker. I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLOzCtLRCTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/y2w3z1UyHOY/s1600-h/spa-party-lunch-napkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLOzCtLRCTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/y2w3z1UyHOY/s400/spa-party-lunch-napkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238727650629978418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went to a Mary Kay party at Jenny's house. There were just a few of us, but it was fun trying stuff out and Jenny did a good job of explaining Mary Kay's goals, new products, etc. She is going to do a back to school makeover party at my house this week. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLOzfYpxKWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/37mTiS2cX-U/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+018editbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLOzfYpxKWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/37mTiS2cX-U/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+018editbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238728143336974690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;This was the most fun day of the week. I picked Josh up at UVU and we picked Jenny up at work in Lehi. We went to W Talent to sign papers and talk about options for photo shoots, etc. Josh wanted to check out Nordstrom Rack, because he has a store gift certificate, so we went there after W Talent. He was funny, dancing while he was trying on a bunch of jackets. I was either laughing or smirking and shaking my head at him most of the time we were there. He tried on a really crazy shirt and Jenny took a picture of him and me. Then we went to Wendy's, where a bunch of high school cheerleaders were checking him out when he went to get ketchup or plastic ware or something. Yeah, that's how it goes whenever I'm with Josh. Which leads to ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLO68TQ_GyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NNYdSdcGRVY/s1600-h/sad.jpg.rZd.68666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLO68TQ_GyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NNYdSdcGRVY/s400/sad.jpg.rZd.68666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238736336688454434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Friday was the day I felt invisible. Without going into detail, I'll just say I figured out that sometimes spending time with a hot guy means people pretty much ignore me and only pay attention to him. :(  It was like Thursday was a highly caffeinated drink and Friday was the crash afterward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Friday night, Jenny came over and brought sloppy joes. We ate and tagged yard sale items while watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;About a Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;. That's my favorite Hugh Grant movie. I felt a bit better after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLO7HXGh0YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mvH1Ynn5E-4/s1600-h/6a00d8341c5e4053ef00e54f31db658833-640wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLO7HXGh0YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mvH1Ynn5E-4/s400/6a00d8341c5e4053ef00e54f31db658833-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238736526696894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yard sale at my place! Jenny brought stuff over and we did a combined yard sale. We didn't make much money, but at least we got rid of some things, which I really needed to do. Then we went to Chuck-a-rama. After that, Jana texted me about a goodbye party for Brady before he leaves on his mission, so I went for awhile and then worked late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLO83PL2TqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9GoXf9Nqmtk/s1600-h/n526240729_1245212_4161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLO83PL2TqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9GoXf9Nqmtk/s400/n526240729_1245212_4161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238738448717074082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went to Brady's mission farewell. There was a lunch at his parents' house at 11 and his Sacrament Meeting was at 1. Brady's talk was very good--he's going to be such an amazing missionary. He has this undeniable light in his eyes. Some members of LDC sang "Gentle Voice" after he spoke, and I played for them. It went well. I had MTC rehearsal that afternoon and Brother Eggett directed. We're doing "Behold the Wounds In Jesus' Hands" with organ this week, which I'm really happy about. It's my favorite choir song to play on the organ (Mack Wilberg's "Redeemer of Israel" is a close second). I went to Jenny's for dinner after the rehearsal. She made some really tasty chicken. After dinner, we looked at some more modeling contests we might enter. Oh! I forgot to say that I wasn't chosen as a finalist for the Torrid Model Search. Neither was Jenny. I'm totally fine with it, though. I'm actually a little relieved, because I didn't know how I'd have time to go to California to model for them anyway. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's funny how I thought I'd have all this free time during the summer. I should know myself better by now. I just can't manage to let myself have free time--I always end up filling it somehow!&lt;/span&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/5704029858638339799-9060414146905295716?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-week-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SLPXhkZXyAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-JTltFWJ4gw/s72-c/Ellen+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-5881249298823396890</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T23:22:24.524-06:00</atom:updated><title>BBC's Big Read</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I copied this list from my aunt's blog. I'm interested in anything having to do with reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Big Read ( apparently sponsored by the BBC) reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3) Underline the books you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5) Reprint this list in your own blog so we can try and track down these people who’ve only read 6 and force books upon them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;1. &lt;b&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/b&gt;, JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;2&lt;b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;4.&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;5.&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;6. &lt;b&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/b&gt;, Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/b&gt;, AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four&lt;/b&gt;, George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;9. &lt;b&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/b&gt;, CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/b&gt;, Charlotte Brontë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;, Emily Brontë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;15. &lt;i&gt;The Catcher in the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Rye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;, JD Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;16. &lt;b&gt;The Wind in the Willows&lt;/b&gt;, Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;17. &lt;b&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/b&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;18.&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;Little Women&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Louisa May Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;20. &lt;i&gt;War and Peace&lt;/i&gt;, Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;21. &lt;b&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/b&gt;, Margaret Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;22. &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, &lt;/b&gt;JK Rowling&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, &lt;/b&gt;JK Rowling&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, &lt;/b&gt;JK Rowling&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;/b&gt;Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;/b&gt;Middlemarch, George Eliot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;28. &lt;b&gt;A Prayer For Owen Meany&lt;/b&gt;, John Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;29. &lt;b&gt;The Grapes Of Wrath&lt;/b&gt;, John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;'s Adventures In Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;, Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;34. &lt;b&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/b&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;35. &lt;b&gt;Charlie And The Chocolate Factory&lt;/b&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;36. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Treasure Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;, Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;38.&lt;b&gt; Persuasion&lt;/b&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;39. &lt;i&gt;Dune&lt;/i&gt;, Frank Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;40. &lt;b&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;, Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;41. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anne Of Green Gables&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, LM Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;42.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Watership Down, Richard Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;43. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;44.&lt;b&gt; The Count Of Monte Cristo&lt;/b&gt;, Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;46. &lt;b&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/b&gt;, George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;47.&lt;b&gt; A Christmas Carol&lt;/b&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;48. &lt;i&gt;Far From The Madding Crowd&lt;/i&gt;, Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;51. &lt;b&gt;The &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;, Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;52.&lt;b&gt; Of Mice And Men&lt;/b&gt;, John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;53. The Stand, Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;54.&lt;i&gt; Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt;, Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;56. &lt;b&gt;The BFG&lt;/b&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;58.&lt;b&gt; Black Beauty, &lt;/b&gt;Anna Sewell&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;59&lt;b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Artemis Fowl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Eoin Colfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;62. &lt;b&gt;Memoirs Of A Geisha&lt;/b&gt;, Arthur Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;63. &lt;b&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities&lt;/b&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;64.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;The Thorn Birds&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; Colleen McCollough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;65. Mort, Terry Pratchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;67. &lt;b&gt;The Magus&lt;/b&gt;, John Fowles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;70. &lt;b&gt;Lord Of The Flies&lt;/b&gt;, William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;71. Perfume&lt;b&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; Patrick Süskind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;74.&lt;b&gt; Matilda&lt;/b&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;75. &lt;b&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary&lt;/b&gt;, Helen Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;78. &lt;b&gt;Ulysses&lt;/b&gt;, James Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;79. &lt;b&gt;Bleak House&lt;/b&gt;, Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;81. &lt;i&gt;The Twits&lt;/i&gt;, Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;82. &lt;b&gt;I Capture The Castle&lt;/b&gt;, Dodie Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;83. &lt;b&gt;Holes,&lt;/b&gt; Louis Sachar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;87. &lt;b&gt;Brave New World&lt;/b&gt;, Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;89. Magician, Raymond E Feist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;92. &lt;i&gt;The Clan Of The Cave Bear&lt;/i&gt;, Jean M Auel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;95. Katherine, Anya Seton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;97. &lt;b&gt;Love In The Time Of Cholera&lt;/b&gt;, Gabriel García Márquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;99.&lt;b&gt; The Princess Diaries&lt;/b&gt;, Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;100. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;'s Children, Salman Rushdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Either the publishers of the list don't know much, or I'm not an average adult. Maybe both?&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/5704029858638339799-5881249298823396890?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/08/bbcs-big-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-8849873846080384798</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T17:43:29.233-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Josh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>W Talent</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><title>Model Behavior</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SKXieHVOP2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3-oSRQzvlKM/s1600-h/473ab121c74b3b6a224d3c17183f2144_4101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SKXieHVOP2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3-oSRQzvlKM/s400/473ab121c74b3b6a224d3c17183f2144_4101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234839148880084834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Both Josh and I have pretty much decided to sign with W Talent to do some modeling and acting. I expressed my concerns about not having time to do the classes right now, and the modeling director persuaded me to at least do the photo shoot with comp cards now, and then I can wait until LDC is done again for the summer to do all the classes. In the meantime, I will be listed on their website and can start receiving periodic calls from interested clients. I was on the fence about it right up until the time I talked to her yesterday, and when she suggested I could do the photo shoot and hold off on the classes, I got really excited. That's when I knew I should go ahead and do it. Josh did really well in his interview. They had him do a cold read, which basically means you look at some lines from an ad for a few minutes and then say the lines to the interviewer as though you were doing a commercial. He practiced with me and I couldn't stop laughing (it was for bubble gum flavored toothpaste), so when he did it for real, I had to not look at him. The model director also gave us a tour and had him walk the runway. She asked if he had done it before, because he looked so natural, but it was his first time. We have another appointment on Thursday to do paperwork and schedule our image consultations and photo shoots. Jenny is also going to sign with them. It's so cool that we can all do it together. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. Yay!&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/5704029858638339799-8849873846080384798?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/08/model-behavior.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SKXieHVOP2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3-oSRQzvlKM/s72-c/473ab121c74b3b6a224d3c17183f2144_4101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-5120946435716830321</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T21:03:43.882-06:00</atom:updated><title>Addendum to Monday, August 4th</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ48DwreMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WjgxKutbOJs/s1600-h/n501815155_3354886_1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ48DwreMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WjgxKutbOJs/s400/n501815155_3354886_1104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232685852355605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't believe I forgot that I went to Shelby's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; bridal shower on Monday! We played games and had treats and she was so cute. She told us all about how she and Brandon met, their first date, and how he proposed. Very sweet. Brandon and Shelby were married on Wednesday and their reception is tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-5120946435716830321?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/08/addendum-to-monday-august-4th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ48DwreMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WjgxKutbOJs/s72-c/n501815155_3354886_1104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-8751380566399019901</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T00:00:14.537-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>MTC</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Josh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Miriam</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Clint</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>W Talent</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Craig</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Breaking Dawn</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Joseph</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Modeling</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Amy</category><title>Maybe I CAN do everything... or... maybe not</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ037QNoadI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xmbEPOX7Ps8/s1600-h/n116900651_30164314_8040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ037QNoadI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xmbEPOX7Ps8/s400/n116900651_30164314_8040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232399833178335698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuesday, July 29th: MTC and Picture Picking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is my favorite day of the week, because it's MTC day. The choir sang "Faith of Our Fathers" and I accompanied on the organ. After the MTC, I went back to the office where my friend, Jenny, met me to go through our modeling pictures. We each chose one picture to send for the Torrid Model Search, and around ten pictures each for our portfolios (see previous blog post for portfolio pics). Then we sent the files to Costco to be printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ04xFBadKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ROE7-fSMpn4/s1600-h/n848790108_3684863_565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ04xFBadKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ROE7-fSMpn4/s400/n848790108_3684863_565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232400757887235234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wednesday, July 30th: A Model of Preparedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I picked up the pictures at Costco and then mailed off the ones for Torrid. The post office clerk thought it was neat that I was entering a modeling contest and wished me luck. I went back to the office and organized my portfolio and made a performance resume for the front pocket. I also made some business cards with my picture on them that are pretty cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ05GBQeqrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-y8vgkAazIw/s1600-h/about-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ05GBQeqrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-y8vgkAazIw/s400/about-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232401117653936818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wtalent.com/main.php"&gt;http://www.wtalent.com/main.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thursday, July 31st: I can shake my little tush on the catwalk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;(that's from the song "I'm Too Sexy"--I know my tush isn't actually little)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I met Jenny at her house around 6 p.m. and we traveled to Salt Lake together for an open call at W Talent. When we arrived, they gave each person a form to fill out and a number to wear. I was #10. I figured they must already want me, 'cause they labeled me a "10" right off the bat! There were about thirty people there for the call, I think--some kids, a few boys, one man, a few women, but mostly teenage girls, and all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;. The ones interested in modeling lined up to walk the runway. They actually have a runway in the middle of the studio. It was awesome! They played some club music, and each of us walked to the end of the runway, pivoted right and left, and then spun around and walked back to the start. Jenny went right before me and had a way better walk than all the other people we watched. Must be all her pageant experience. I don't know if my walk was good, because Jenny didn't get to see it, but I think I had a good hip pop at the end of the runway. I was also wearing heels and a lot of other girls weren't, so I think that helped. We went straight from the runway to the photographer, who took four poses. Then we went to the lounge area and watched "Ugly Betty" while we waited for interviews. We each met with Evan, the CEO (very good-looking, btw), who said he really liked that Jenny and I came together and seemed like we were having fun. He kept a choir CD I took with me for a sample of my piano skills and then talked to me for about twenty minutes. He told me they haven't had a lot of opportunities for plus size modeling in Utah yet, but they want to branch out into that area more. Then he apologized for calling me plus size, because he didn't like to categorize people too much, but I said, "It's alright. I'm fine with being plus size." He also told me I shouldn't lose weight, because he thinks I'm gorgeous how I am. Yes, he used the word "gorgeous." They really know how to butter people up in this business! I do want to lose more weight, though. Then Evan had me read some lines for a make-up ad and told me if I were younger he would want to put me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;. I said I was thinking more like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hairspray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and he said, "Yes!" He also asked both Jenny and I who the guy was in some of our pictures. I knew they would like Josh! Evan scheduled an appointment for me to come back the following week (he also scheduled one with Jenny), and then Jenny and I met some hot guys (Clint and Craig) at a restaurant for a late dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ05Uq89HUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZBy-j7Cv3zc/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ05Uq89HUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZBy-j7Cv3zc/s400/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232401369364503874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday, August 1st: Bite Nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday was the release of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, the fourth book in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; series by Stephenie Meyer. Barnes and Noble had a big dress-up party starting at 9:00 p.m., so Jenny and I put on formal dresses and went to enjoy the fun. They had fortune-tellers, trivia games, costume contests, and face-painting. I got "JACOB FAN GIRL" painted on my arm in black and red and Jenny got glitter painted around her eyes. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's okay. I know not everyone is into the books like we are. At 10:00, we went to a diner-type place around the corner for some food. At 10:30, everyone started lining up outside to wait for their books, which the store wouldn't start selling until 12:01. I said, "There's no way I want to stand out here in a formal for two hours!" Suddenly, we remembered that we had bought our Harry Potter books at Smith's (a grocery store) and there hadn't been a big crowd then. Jenny called Smith's and they said they had 80 books and only two people were in line so far. I said, "Let's go!" The guy behind me in line had been eavesdropping on us, so I said I would tell him where we were going if he didn't tell anyone else. He and his girlfriend met us there and waited with us in line, along with another couple of  friends who we told about it. We met a nice mom and daughter there who were the first in line. We had our books and were out the door by 12:05. I'm so glad we didn't wait around at Barnes and Noble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ05rjQ29KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6Dy-C-KuGc/s1600-h/450px-Flag_of_Ghana.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ05rjQ29KI/AAAAAAAAAGA/S6Dy-C-KuGc/s400/450px-Flag_of_Ghana.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232401762437493922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saturday, August 2nd: Gonna rock it up, roll it up, Do it all, have a ball, Saturday Night, Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I went to a fun goodbye party for Daniel, a boy from choir who left this week for a mission in Ghana, West Africa. We ate barbecued hamburgers, talked, played the "What if..." game and the "Snort" game, and then watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I think we all laughed through the whole party. You know how it is when you're with friends and everything becomes funny... good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ06iQRDo4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8BvpZBoiYdQ/s1600-h/reading-rainbow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ06iQRDo4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8BvpZBoiYdQ/s400/reading-rainbow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232402702230856578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunday, August 3rd: Take a look, it's in a book, a reading rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There was no MTC rehearsal on Fast Sunday, so as soon as I got home from church, I started reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Breaking Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and basically only stopped to eat and go to the bathroom until about 3:00 in the morning. I did take a break to watch KBYU for a little while, because my eyes were tired of looking at words! I got about 2/3 of the way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ0-IThZ65I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Rg6cDZwmC7Y/s1600-h/Josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ0-IThZ65I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Rg6cDZwmC7Y/s400/Josh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232406654474644370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Monday, August 4th: Ummmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I think I just worked, because I don't remember doing anything special that day. I talked to Josh about meeting with the talent agency, since they seemed interested in him, and he said he wants to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ0-sJhEt5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GAkdlazyO8k/s1600-h/Mission2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ0-sJhEt5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GAkdlazyO8k/s400/Mission2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407270264190866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tuesday, August 5th: Meanwhile, back at the MTC ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The choir sang "Look at the World" and I accompanied on the piano. I really like that song. I think I'll suggest it for Institute Chorale this year. After the MTC, I went to look at an apartment for Joseph and Miriam. It was already rented, even though it had just been listed that day. Story of our lives right now! I hope we can find something soon 'cause there's not enough room for them to live with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ1D1bCz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K9tHzVY-uh0/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ1D1bCz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K9tHzVY-uh0/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232412927146058866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wednesday, August 6th: Call-Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jenny and I went back to W Talent for our follow-up appointments. They talked to us both together and want to sign us to do modeling and some commercial acting. We would have to pay for our first photo shoot with their photographer, hair stylist, makeup artist, and wardrobe consultant. From the photo shoot, we get a comp card (a kind of flyer that you give to potential clients with pictures of you in four different "looks") and they start a professional portfolio and give you a CD of the pictures. They also have classes to take, but the main modeling classes are on Tuesdays during MTC time. When I explained my conflict, they said they could probably start booking some things from just the photo shoot, but I feel like I need some kind of training, since I have very little experience. The more I think about it, the more I feel like it's not the right thing for me... at least not right now. I get to be in the spotlight enough already and I feel good about my current performance opportunities in the choirs I play for. I set up an appointment with them for Josh and told them I would think about it for a week and let them know when I come back with him. They also asked for our photographer's phone number, because they really liked our portfolios. They might call her if they need a photo assistant for their main photographer. Maybe I should be the agent instead of the talent! I think it would be awesome to do a photo shoot with their photographer and stylists, but I don't want to feel pressured or commit to something that I can't put my whole heart into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;After the meeting, Jenny and I went to see her friend, Clint, sing in a concert of LDS artists for LDS booksellers. Dinner was provided with our tickets and some really good musicians performed. Clint was great, even though he was really nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ1NZKVMkGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4prl7FlJYhs/s1600-h/grey_wolf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ1NZKVMkGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4prl7FlJYhs/s400/grey_wolf1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232423436739711074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thursday, August 7th: The daydawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I got home late Wednesday night, intending to read one chapter of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Breaking Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;and then go to bed. I couldn't put it down. Suddenly, I realized it was starting to get light outside! I only had two chapter to go, so I finished it and caught a few hours of sleep before going to work. I guess it's appropriate that it really was breaking dawn when I neared the end. I'm not going to say much about it, because some of my friends haven't finished. It took me about a day to absorb it all and Amy and I have already discussed the important details. I felt like a zombie all day from lack of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ1PmXjCHgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/a2a8Epn2Dxs/s1600-h/n17827783_35332602_6516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ1PmXjCHgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/a2a8Epn2Dxs/s400/n17827783_35332602_6516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232425862648962562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday, August 8th: Finally the weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It was my friend, Brian's last day at work, because he's leaving to go to law school. Our department had a lunch at noon. I think sometimes food tastes better when it's free. I looked at an apartment for Joseph and Miriam this afternoon. It's in a really old building and was really dirty, but the manager said they are cleaning it this week. It's not as nice as my apartment and it costs more, but we haven't had much luck with anything else yet. We'll see....&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/5704029858638339799-8751380566399019901?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-i-can-do-everything-or-maybe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SJ037QNoadI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xmbEPOX7Ps8/s72-c/n116900651_30164314_8040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-8850198705161589204</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T00:01:23.441-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Josh</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Modeling</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jessica Bateman Photography</category><title>Model Portfolio</title><description>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cswheel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Georgia; 	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The pictures in this post are from a photo shoot taken by Jessica Bateman. Although she's fairly new to the photography business, she was very professional and made all of us involved in the shoot feel comfortable and good about ourselves. The previous model shots I posted ended up not working well as prints, and Jessica was kind enough to do a last minute shoot at an extremely reasonable price and even had Cd's ready within a couple days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The first picture is the one I'm using for the Torrid Model Search. The first twelve will be included in a portfolio I'm taking to an appointment with a talent agency in Salt Lake. I'm not sure what to expect at the appointment, but I thought it can't hurt to try it out. The rest of the pictures are ones I like too, but didn't make the final cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope I don't seem too vain by posting all these photos of myself. I'm excited to have some good, current pictures, and I wanted to give Jessica a plug for doing such a good job. (Thanks also to Josh and Jenny for posing with me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oKKfxJ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/sw-UmPY3_Cw/s1600-h/Ellen+%2825%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oKKfxJ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/sw-UmPY3_Cw/s400/Ellen+%2825%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652953714370546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oKWsGrhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VAiiUPTjKu8/s1600-h/Ellen+%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oKWsGrhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VAiiUPTjKu8/s400/Ellen+%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652956987338258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oK8cp6EI/AAAAAAAAADY/kCnLUdSLLjQ/s1600-h/Ellen+%2830%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oK8cp6EI/AAAAAAAAADY/kCnLUdSLLjQ/s400/Ellen+%2830%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652967123085378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oLopLPwI/AAAAAAAAADg/mXqqOvMzIo0/s1600-h/Ellen+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oLopLPwI/AAAAAAAAADg/mXqqOvMzIo0/s400/Ellen+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652978986761986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oMHYL-pI/AAAAAAAAADo/jnzfd2e-VHU/s1600-h/Ellen+%2829%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oMHYL-pI/AAAAAAAAADo/jnzfd2e-VHU/s400/Ellen+%2829%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228652987237005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pO9_t1eI/AAAAAAAAADw/37546JH3B5E/s1600-h/Ellen+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pO9_t1eI/AAAAAAAAADw/37546JH3B5E/s400/Ellen+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228654135769683426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uAuZZYqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KDHPcS6YpFg/s1600-h/Ellen+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uAuZZYqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KDHPcS6YpFg/s400/Ellen+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659388622398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pP4ulVSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HNl2yespk0I/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+026done5x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pP4ulVSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HNl2yespk0I/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+026done5x7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228654151535514914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pQYHOApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/muQYTR75_3E/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+014edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pQYHOApI/AAAAAAAAAEI/muQYTR75_3E/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+014edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228654159960343186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pQ6PWiCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1sF95lzGc6o/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+018editbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_pQ6PWiCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1sF95lzGc6o/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+018editbw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228654169121261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_qPfWkHzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CcxFHMhxMAo/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_qPfWkHzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CcxFHMhxMAo/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228655244235513650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_qPksDG8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rwKUA6fjw98/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_qPksDG8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/rwKUA6fjw98/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228655245667802050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uARPOD2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VsdqKEYI_zQ/s1600-h/Ellen+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uARPOD2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/VsdqKEYI_zQ/s400/Ellen+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659380795084642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uBNxXs5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ADomkd2Xky4/s1600-h/Ellen+%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uBNxXs5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ADomkd2Xky4/s400/Ellen+%2824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659397044450194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uBtd4H0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jey9Asmddqk/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+015edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uBtd4H0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jey9Asmddqk/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+015edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659405552623426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uCE8ar2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GadHifgK_9E/s1600-h/Jenellen+Shoot+348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_uCE8ar2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/GadHifgK_9E/s400/Jenellen+Shoot+348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228659411854733154" 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/5704029858638339799-8850198705161589204?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/07/model-portfolio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SI_oKKfxJ_I/AAAAAAAAADI/sw-UmPY3_Cw/s72-c/Ellen+%2825%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-1182709662240469870</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T00:02:29.308-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Jenny</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Modeling</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Amy</category><title>I'm a model. You know what I mean ...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am entering the Torrid model search contest this year, along with Amy and my friend, Jenny. Torrid is a store for plus size women and they use all plus size models (you can't even enter the contest if you're smaller than a size 12). Every year, they hold a contest where they accept pictures from women all over the country, and the winners (eight were chosen from the last contest) model clothing and accessories for the store's website. I've decided to post some pictures here, so people can vote on their favorite. They're all similar, but not exactly alike, and some are the same picture twice, the 2nd with the image cropped. Just leave a comment with the number of the picture you like the best. I may be doing another photo shoot later this week to have more to choose from, so you might get to vote again!&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                        #&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQNJoTdUI/AAAAAAAAACI/y0uLhyMfjBA/s1600-h/DSCN2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQNJoTdUI/AAAAAAAAACI/y0uLhyMfjBA/s400/DSCN2542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224967442045039938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQjwbnucI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ytBAdSxNNA/s1600-h/DSCN2542b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQjwbnucI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6ytBAdSxNNA/s400/DSCN2542b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224967830417947074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQwPcvz-I/AAAAAAAAACY/OKO71ZC_e_k/s1600-h/DSCN2544b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQwPcvz-I/AAAAAAAAACY/OKO71ZC_e_k/s400/DSCN2544b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224968044902600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQ3xprt_I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ws_xKHPmaoY/s1600-h/DSCN2544c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQ3xprt_I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ws_xKHPmaoY/s400/DSCN2544c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224968174342748146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRBKHUY5I/AAAAAAAAACo/kv5kHfozv5A/s1600-h/DSCN2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRBKHUY5I/AAAAAAAAACo/kv5kHfozv5A/s400/DSCN2545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224968335528321938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRKHL-FDI/AAAAAAAAACw/vgcvXFcAXSQ/s1600-h/DSCN2545b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRKHL-FDI/AAAAAAAAACw/vgcvXFcAXSQ/s400/DSCN2545b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224968489361347634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;#7  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I just realized there's a toy car in this one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRQ2_fMJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yqt4EytgAiY/s1600-h/DSCN2548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRQ2_fMJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yqt4EytgAiY/s400/DSCN2548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224968605273108626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRcoQeCjI/AAAAAAAAADA/cJwxGtvLc7E/s1600-h/DSCN2548b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILRcoQeCjI/AAAAAAAAADA/cJwxGtvLc7E/s400/DSCN2548b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224968807476234802" 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/5704029858638339799-1182709662240469870?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-entering-torrid-model-search.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SILQNJoTdUI/AAAAAAAAACI/y0uLhyMfjBA/s72-c/DSCN2542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-6605993140103144849</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T23:49:55.136-06:00</atom:updated><title>Technical difficulties</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WARNING: This is a pretty long blog entry, so you might not want to read it all in one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAr3FmrFxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o8bHzXJYmkU/s1600-h/plane_crash_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAr3FmrFxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o8bHzXJYmkU/s200/plane_crash_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224223793146959634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the illustrated story of all the stupid things that happened to me while traveling back to Utah from Florida. It starts out with a happy f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;amily activity and ends with an explosion (of sham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;poo). Our whole family minus one went to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ee Wall-E together before I went to the airport. That was fun. We were all spread out in one row--5 little kids and 11 adults (there would've been 12, but Melanie's husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; had to w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ork), with a couple we didn't know right smack in the middle of us. We thought they would want to move after we sat down, but they just stayed where they were and even passed treats down from one side of the family to the other. The kids behaved really well, except for little Joseph trying to escape out the theater exit once. Af&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ter the movie, we all gathered in front of the theater and everyone hugged me goodbye. Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e Amy started to cry, which made Melanie and me cry too. Then Mom and Dad a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nd Amy took me to the airport. We got there in plenty of time, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we shopped for awhile in the gift shop at the front of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; airport and then they saw me off at the security check. After waiting at the gate for awhile and wondering why we weren't boarding yet, an airline employee announced that something was wrong with the plane's hydraulics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAdS5ZFq8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/yr2Qm5TChDo/s1600-h/hydraulics-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 70px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAdS5ZFq8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/yr2Qm5TChDo/s200/hydraulics-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224207778230676418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and a part would ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to be flown in from Atlanta and installed in the plane before it could take off. Apparently, the landing gear won't work p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;roperly without hydraulics, which is a kind of a big problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/eamatang/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/plane_crash_cake.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/eamatang/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/plane_crash_cake.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another flight leaving at 7:00, but there was no way to get us all on it, so people with international connections got first priority, and then we all got in line so they could rebook us. While waiting, I called Dad and told him what was going on, in case they needed to come back and get me. The airline was actually pretty quick about getting people through the line and tried to be as accomodating as possible. I was rescheduled for a flight the next morning and was offered a hotel, but I told them I would just stay with my parents another night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. They also gave me $14 in meal vouchers that could only be used at restaurants in the Jacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;onville Airport. I should have as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ked them if they could upgrade me to First Class for free, since I didn't need a hotel, but I didn't think of it at the time. Luckily, Dad, Mom, and Amy went to Walmart from the ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;rport, so it wasn't too far for them to pick me up. The airline actually sent my suitcase to Ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ggage Claim, so I could take it with me overnight. Sometimes you have to leave your luggage and hope it shows up at your final destination, so I appreciated having my bag. I didn't mind staying another night, because I got to go swimming with Jenni, Chad, Jacob, Benjamin, Levi, Johnny, Liz, Joseph, Miriam, Amy, and Mom. It was pretty crowded in there, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The next morning, I got up early and Dad took me to the airport. I didn't eat anything before I left, so I could use my vouchers and get free breakfast fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;m the airp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ort. My first flight was on time and pretty smooth, although I had to sit in the middle seat between two big guys. I headed for the airport bathroom after landing in Atlanta, and while in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; the stall, noticed that the zipper on my jeans was broken.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAmeha03II/AAAAAAAAABA/N6aLnVI8c-A/s1600-h/LS016909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAmeha03II/AAAAAAAAABA/N6aLnVI8c-A/s200/LS016909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224217873558592642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; After examining it, I saw that one of the zipper teeth was bent at an odd angle. I thought if I could straighten it out, maybe I could r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;eattach the zipper and get it to work properly again. Being the intelligent college graduate that I am, I tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; bite it and bend it back in place. The zipper tooth didn't budge at all, but my tooth did. Biting the prong made a tiny chip in my left front tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAmrvrgK0I/AAAAAAAAABI/39ZamQUCcDI/s1600-h/tooth2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 36px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAmrvrgK0I/AAAAAAAAABI/39ZamQUCcDI/s200/tooth2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224218100724935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; It's not really noticeabl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;e when you look at it, but I can feel it with my tongue. Yes, I'm a smart one. At least I was wearing a long enough shirt to cover my broken zipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 2 1/2 hour layover in Atlanta, so I got food, browsed some shops, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAnQyBBPjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vIv4oyavkLw/s1600-h/shops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 89px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAnQyBBPjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vIv4oyavkLw/s200/shops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224218737007214130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and read a book that was not very good, but passed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;time. My flight ended up delayed because of bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;weather, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAofe02h0I/AAAAAAAAABY/Mt0Py2nCy8E/s1600-h/Balad+Bad+Weather+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAofe02h0I/AAAAAAAAABY/Mt0Py2nCy8E/s200/Balad+Bad+Weather+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224220089065572162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; so we boarded late and then sat on the plane for awhile, waiting for the rain to ease up so we could take off. About half way through the flight, I started coughing and couldn't stop. I think the guy next to me was sorry he was sitting there. I drank a bunch of water, took some medicine, and ate a couple of cough drops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIApIdcGDnI/AAAAAAAAABg/xV7viq3JSr0/s1600-h/Halls-Sugar-Free-Cough_468BBD61-No+Worries-purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 102px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIApIdcGDnI/AAAAAAAAABg/xV7viq3JSr0/s200/Halls-Sugar-Free-Cough_468BBD61-No+Worries-purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224220793067933298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;before my coughing finally subsided. Because of drinking so much water, I had the wonderful experience of using the airplane bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIApjCQMATI/AAAAAAAAABo/2GH3gmUGpBA/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 84px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIApjCQMATI/AAAAAAAAABo/2GH3gmUGpBA/s200/bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224221249626702130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Nothing like going to the bathroom in a tiny tin box up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the plane landed, I got my luggage (hooray, it wasn't lost!) and headed for the shuttle bus that would take me to the long-term parking lot. I got to my car, paid for parking, and drove straight to work instead of going home. I got there around 7:30, and managed to stay for three hours before I was just too tired and had to go home, even though I still had to work about thirty hours in the next two days (I actually managed to do it, but I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;tired on Sunday). When I got home, I opened my suitcase to start unpacking, and noticed that things seemed a little damp. I opened the front zipper, and there was shampoo all over inside it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIArdFv-r8I/AAAAAAAAABw/f01SIwMSDHc/s1600-h/product-5181245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 87px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIArdFv-r8I/AAAAAAAAABw/f01SIwMSDHc/s200/product-5181245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224223346509393858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It's a good thing I had it in a separate compartment, because I had a bunch of music in the main part of the suitcase that would've been ruined. For some reason, only one shampoo bottle exploded and the others were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my "ordeal" getting home. Nothing really bad happened, just some little annoying things to make my travel experience more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5704029858638339799-6605993140103144849?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SIAr3FmrFxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/o8bHzXJYmkU/s72-c/plane_crash_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704029858638339799.post-5585504629566180287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 07:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-16T02:18:18.064-06:00</atom:updated><title>Why am I doing this?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SH2ut4VeduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQZW9CEY3sU/s1600-h/n848790108_3099373_4660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SH2ut4VeduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQZW9CEY3sU/s200/n848790108_3099373_4660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223523246059452130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been considering blogging for awhile, but have put if off because I'm not sure how consistent I will be with it. There are some things, though, that you don't want to post on Facebook. I mostly just need a spot to vent, since I'm all alone in Utah (family-wise) until Joseph and Miriam come back for school. Right now I'm missing my family, because I've been so busy working I haven't had time until now for withdrawals from my trip to Florida. Hmm... how do you end a blog entry? I guess I'll figure that out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5704029858638339799-5585504629566180287?l=ellenamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ellenamo.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-am-i-doing-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenamo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KWMjbkLOF1A/SH2ut4VeduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OQZW9CEY3sU/s72-c/n848790108_3099373_4660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>