<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:22:19.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-4485164937933301680</id><published>2012-01-27T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:22:19.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up Appearances</title><content type='html'>Over the last month, Johnny and I have been watching a British sitcom called "Keeping up Appearances." It is a show about a British married woman who tries to live or show she is from upper class (or almost like royalty) while living middle-class. For example of this, her last name is Bucket but she tries to pass it off as Bouquet. She has three sisters, which one is rich and the other two are living more lower class. Through the different episodes, she is always trying to hide that her family is from a lower class and she attempts to look better than everyone else, but at the end of each episode things end in ways that she feared. This show goes along with what we were taking about in class this week: Social class. It amazed me how many people care about what class you are in when you are surrounded with people in different social classes. Not to mention, people constantly try to "keep up their appearances." Growing up, I heard about the social classes but never cared because I was mainly surrounded by people who were about the same type of class. I haven't ran into my life where I treated differently because of my class. We watched a few different videos about the social classes in how people can tell which one people are in. What surprised me the most was about a single-mother named Tammy who is poor and about  children. She walks 10 miles to and from work at Burger King just to provide for her family. She doesn't have a car or license. Her son is ashamed at how his family lives and tries to act like he was better than his family just by simply the way he dresses better. (It reminded me of Keeping up Appearances). I personally think that we shouldn't allow our social class define who we are or need to be. We are all Children of God. Yes there are people who have higher or lower income, more or less resources, but it is more or less what we do with our resources, whether we waste it away or use it wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-4485164937933301680?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4485164937933301680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=4485164937933301680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4485164937933301680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4485164937933301680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2012/01/keeping-up-appearances.html' title='Keeping up Appearances'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-472005789534181641</id><published>2012-01-20T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:19:36.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where We Stand</title><content type='html'>Have you ever really thought about the relationship you have with each member of your family? Did you realize that's each relationship is different? Today in family relations, we were talking about each of our family system and coming to realize the relationship that not only I would have with each member but my parents and siblings as well. It became interesting to understand the type of relationship and boundaries that is set in my family. Here is an example of this. Johnny and I likes making sounds in a sense to communicate(getting attention) but also to have some fun. I wouldn't expect family members to do the same because at times, it doesn't make sense to them when it does to us. There are things both Johnny and I do that I wouldn't do with the other members of my family(the same goes for everyone else). That's not a bad thing and here is why. Each of us is different with personalities and characters that reacts differently to each other. Sure, there are some people who doesn't get along with their family members but just because the boundaries seem set, it doesn't mean it won't change over time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-472005789534181641?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/472005789534181641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=472005789534181641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/472005789534181641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/472005789534181641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-we-stand.html' title='Where We Stand'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-5455104034178266332</id><published>2012-01-12T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:32:02.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We Learn</title><content type='html'>When taking classes, you start find how different classes intertwine with the same material. This is how my week has been between research, management and theory. This week in class, we've been talking about family research (not family history) in how we need to be careful when we read a study/research. Often times, there can a lot of indications that could have an impact of whether the study is accurate or not or even be bias. One thing that stood out to me in class yesterday was how difficult it is to do family research when the word "family" could mean many things to different people and not to mention that every family is different. What has made me sad that there are people in this nation that are trying to change the definition of "marriage" in the Constitution so anything could go. Even if that ever happens, no one can really change the true definition of "marriage" because the Lord has continually said over and over again that marriage is only between a man and a woman. To me, that is an eternal law and definition. We were created the way we are for a great purpose, but there are many distractions today that a lot of us forgotten it, have no desire or believes some thing is more important. I believe for this reason, that family research has been growing is because people want to understand why marriages are failing so quickly and how they can improve their own. One thing that I have understood in both my theory class and family relations is that there are a lot of factors in having a successful marriage not just one. The reason is because when we focus on one thing, we'll tend to forget the other things that we still need to continually tend and to nurture. I came to another discovery in class, which was a realization of how many jobs, fields of study or professions have families as the target. The reason they target families is because family is important to everyone whether it's the family they grew up with or the one they've created. Everyone wants to make sure their children grows in family environment with good education and of course to be successful. These jobs/professions spend a lot of money to do research about the family in to gain understanding and to help those struggling with their marriage and why. I didn't think about this earlier, but this country/world would be nothing if there were no families. Families are the key to everything in why we do the things we do whether we are single or married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-5455104034178266332?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5455104034178266332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=5455104034178266332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5455104034178266332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5455104034178266332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-we-learn.html' title='The Things We Learn'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-2174586124324229815</id><published>2012-01-04T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:38:53.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Relations</title><content type='html'>For those who has been reading my blog for a while(my family), I will be using my blog for my family relations class for this semester. I'll be writing weekly about my thoughts and opinions from things we are studying about family relations. For those from my class, let me introduce myself. :) My name is Rebecca Carl. I am a Marriage and Family Studies Major. In other words, I learning skills and gaining knowledge to mainly help me to be a mother/wife and one day be a marriage therapist. I am the youngest in my family. I have 5 siblings (1 brother and 4 sisters) who are all married and have children. There are many things I enjoy such as dancing, drawing, scrapbooking, doing things outdoors, play the violin and much more. I mostly enjoy spending time with husband and teasing him as he teases me. I met my husband my first week of college at BYU-Idaho during Summer Session of 2009. He served a mission in Honduras and enjoys different languages. He was in my first FHE group. When we were introducing ourselves, he made a comment that he enjoyed ballroom dancing as well(since I mentioned I love ballroom dancing). We became best friends intently. From that point on, we looked out for each other, could tell everything to each other and hung out with our friends. He could make me smile and laugh very easily. We were always there for each other through the difficult times. It took us about two years, but a little over two months ago, we(at last)got married in the Salt Lake Temple and been enjoying life together. Hope you all enjoy my blog these next few months. Please free to comment. Enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-2174586124324229815?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2174586124324229815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=2174586124324229815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2174586124324229815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2174586124324229815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-relations.html' title='Family Relations'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-2491058888513501063</id><published>2011-03-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:06:57.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Spring</title><content type='html'>There is only four more weeks of the winter semester left. I am getting excited for spring semester to be rolling. Other than the fact that I love spring, there is no secret as to why I am even more excited than normal. After a few months of not having Johnny around, it explains a lot. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has been great, cold, and a little hard. I have been enjoying mostly each of my classes. I have learned a lot from each one and been doing my best in each of them. Homework has taken over my life at the time, but I try to fight it off as much as it is coming. Hahaha! My favorite classes are Biostats (a lot better than Calculus!), the Developing World, my English, Marriage Prep and of course my dance class. My dance class has been great in learning the Quickstep and the waltz. Only a two weeks away before the competition in competing each other.This past week in my orchestra class, I had a girl who asked my stand partner and I if we would play her piece in a recital. We agreed. So we are in a quartet plus two flutes in playing a Pentra piece that this girl composed. The same week we have our concerts for orchestra and band is when we will be playing this piece which is only next week! I am excited and also nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates (Shanna, Chelsey, Minnie and Jessica) have all been great, funny, crazy, hard working and awesome. I admire each of them and have had a great time. It has been awesome to have roommates once again where there is no contention in the apartment and all of us being ourselves. There has been many moments where one of us will be in the front room doing homework. Slowly, one by one each of us will join them with our laptops and begin doing our homework. It was always funny when that happened. There have also been nights where there has been nuff-gun war, being a little crazy, cooking dinner and more. I gotten out with a few of roommates and done a few activities on campus. I have been once a while getting out to be with other friends like my old roommates, Joe and Keiri, and many others. Also making new friends as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there isn't too much that is new and really exciting in my life. This semester is coming to a close fairly soon with tests, papers, concerts, competitions and much more. For now, I am waiting for spring to come as I continue finishing this semester. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-2491058888513501063?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2491058888513501063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=2491058888513501063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2491058888513501063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2491058888513501063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2011/03/waiting-for-spring.html' title='Waiting for Spring'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-3140612159125594298</id><published>2011-01-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:39:26.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year ?</title><content type='html'>As that clock struck midnight and the all fireworks goes off, I was shocked at how fast time had flown by. I don't mean that week, day, hour or minute but in this last year. It feels like it is too soon for this new year to already be here. Looking back at 2010, I was shocked at how much has happened, changed and are things working out. The beginning of the year I was eager to be moving away to go to school and not be living at home. (I am sure all of us felt that way for the first year of college or moved away from home). I could make new and more friends, try hard in my classes, and discover more about myself. Little did I realize, it would still be a hard journey ahead of me to find what I wanted and needed to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed everything at BYU-Idaho and had a good time but wasn't truly happy. So many little dramas and confusion with friends but thankfully never with roommates. I learned who I could trust, turned to, talk with, to have a good time and to be myself more. It wasn't long until that "ah-Ha!" moment hit me when a lot of things made sense. Life was clear and bright again. I understood events, situations that happened in the past and why. I understood and felt myself once again with my great best friend (Johnny) right beside me encouraging me to do the right thing. Life fully made sense again. Even in the darkest moments, there is always going to be a light to direct you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built stronger relationships in my family and with friends. I learned that I was perfect the way I am because I wouldn't be me if I wasn't and that everyone likes me for who I truly am. It has been interesting that I have been getting a lot more compliments on who I am now compared to a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this new year is rolling in, I decided to not make resolutions but to continue on the things that I know I need to work on with a goal in mind that doesn't have a deadline. I know that I will mess up a few times, but I know I will keep trying. I decided that I am going to take life as it comes and how it comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-3140612159125594298?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3140612159125594298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=3140612159125594298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3140612159125594298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3140612159125594298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year ?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-671221418947377777</id><published>2010-11-26T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:04:22.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Looking back these last couple of months, I never thought the things that has happened to actually happen. It all began about mid-August but things began to happen even more about September when I first came home for the fall semester. I am off-track this semester, since I don't start going back to school until January. &lt;br /&gt;In coming home for the semester, I knew that I needed to change a few things in my life and heal a few relationships. Little did I know all the changes that would come to pass so quickly and how much I would change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About mid-August, I began to question my relationship/friendship with Grant. I had dated him for off and on for 2 years and my family weren't too fond of him. I had been stubborn in not looking at all the facts and everything that everyone had told me. About this time, I started to consider the things that I had been ignoring for a long time about Grant. In being around my best friend Johnny at BYU-I, I saw how he treated me with respect, kindness, support, encouragement and would bring me up when I was down. In being treated this way from Johnny, I feel a desire to change and to be better but I was still confused about a few things.&lt;br /&gt;In returning home, I had learned Grant had burnt all my letters before he left his mission. At last, my eyes were completely opened and saw him for who he really was. Since he came back after a month being in the MTC and little contact from him, it wasn't hard to distance myself from him at that point. It wasn't too long when I gathered things up to put into a package and a letter putting things into perspective. It wasn't too long after Grant contacted me that I realized that even as friends I still felt that things weren't right. So adding one more letter to the package and receiving encourage from friends and family, I cut him off for good and never going back. From sending a simple package,I suddenly felt good about my life and myself. I was truly became myself. I was very happy for the next two months. There would be moments were I was jumping up and down. From that moment, I completely my life around 180 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, there have been many things that have been going on and have happened. Summer session this year was fun with different activities and also interesting with turn of events that happened. This summer session was different from last year but it brought many of us together and closer in our friendship. One friend that I grew really close to was Johnny. He is my best friend that I could talk to, turn to and be myself. My friends and I went to Idaho Falls, had many random potlucks, went to Lava Hot Springs, trek Martin's Cove, went dancing, bowling and much more. My classes were easy but I learned a lot and enjoyed the different subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been home, I got a chance to go up to Rexburg for a weekend in mid-September with my best friend Allie. It was an originally a trip to go to lava hots spring, but we never got a chance to go. We spent the weekend hanging out with my friends Joe, Keiri, Alvin and Johnny. Johnny, Allie and I went to Monkey Rock with is a small waterfall a few miles from Rexburg. We sat on the rocks on top of the waterfall, playing the water, and enjoying ourselves. Most of the weekend was relaxing with playing video games, watching movies, seeing a few friends and enjoying each others company. It was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these last couple of months have gone by, I have finally passed my CNA (Certified Nurse Assistant) Test, found a job with my best friend's mom and a job with Family Support Center, and somewhat volunteering with Primary Children. Johnny has been has come down to visit me during General Conference weekend and during his break over Thanksgiving. His visits has been great and fun with excitement. I am sorry that I am hardly going to any details when anything on this post. If I did, it would be very, very long.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life has been going great since I have changed my life around. Everything feels different and new in how I am myself again. For me, it is a new beginning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158316434355&amp;amp;site=widget-b3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158316434355&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p1/504403158316434355/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158316434355&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p2/504403158316434355/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158316434355&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p4/504403158316434355/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-671221418947377777?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/671221418947377777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=671221418947377777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/671221418947377777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/671221418947377777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1764676537537199354</id><published>2009-09-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:01:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Begin ...</title><content type='html'>You think I would have been better at my blog, since I have so much free time lately. Well I am home after being 6 weeks at BYU-Idaho doing a summer session. I don't school until January; so I wanted to see what college was like before January. I'll admit it was wonderful to be away from home and start figuring things out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I had four roommates: Chelsea, Tiffany and Kailee. We all had come from different states and it was fun getting to know these girls. Although, I never got to know Kailee that well because she rarely lived at our dorm. Chelsea was my roommate that shared the room with me. She is from San Diego, California, and the youngest in her family. We got to know each other quickly and being around her a lot. My other roommate Tiffany was awesome. I enjoyed talking with her and doing a few things with her friends that soon became mine as well. I love her interesting sayings that she always have that make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;While I was up there, I took two classes while I was there: Interpersonal Communication and Foundation Writing. I enjoyed both of these classes, and they helped me a lot. I loved my communcation class because my teacher made it amazing. He would walk in the classroom and the first thing he would say, "Today is going to be the best day ever!" I learned a lot in that class about communication and why it's so important in our society. I enjoyed the weekly assignments that we had to do. My writing class helped me with my writing (of course). It was a challenge doing three essays in 6 weeks. By the time I got to my research paper, I wanted to be done with writing. I liked the things we would do in that class like play games to help us understand our grammar reading, being in writing groups to go over out drafts and we all had fun in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I enjoyed the most whileI was there was having my sister Angela nearby. I would go over to her house to have some meals, babysit for her, some help with writing homework and hang out with them every once in a while. It was fun helping out by learning a little more how to cook and to watch their adorable kids. Also it was wonderful to have her nearby when I wasn't feeling so great, and she allow me to crash on her couch. It made me feel safe and loved :) . Thanks once again Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up to BYU-Idaho was a great experience for me. I can't wait for January to go back up there. I am not so excited about the feet of snow that I'll have to deal with. Until then, I am looking for a job, enjoying to be home, and working on a few things here and there. I am sorry that I don't have slideshows about my summer but there are a few problems. I'll put them up as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1764676537537199354?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1764676537537199354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1764676537537199354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1764676537537199354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1764676537537199354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to Begin ...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7570333784835334395</id><published>2009-04-26T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:47:12.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I done yet?!?!</title><content type='html'>Well I have about a little more than a month until I am graduated from High School! Scary thought for my parents, siblings and who ever since has watched me grow up. I am done with school and just excited to move on with life. Although I am going to be very sad, because I will miss many of my friends that I have made during my high school years. They have been wonderful and make high school interesting. I love dancing, singing, and hanging out with them. They made me smile and helped me through difficult times as I did for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to be going to BYU-Idaho at the end of July, to get an idea of college and to be with my sister Angela while she is up there. Then at the beginning of September, return home to work full time to earn money for college until my track beginning in January. I am excited to start new adventures and to learn new things. So any suggestions for me about life would be great! :) I love you all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is school over yet?!?!?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-7570333784835334395?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7570333784835334395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7570333784835334395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7570333784835334395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7570333784835334395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-done-yet.html' title='Am I done yet?!?!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1561375922396036439</id><published>2009-03-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:47:32.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back ....</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been thinking about how much things have changed and how I have done so far during my Senior year. I know there are a few months left until I am out in the world, but I am still amazed. When I started my senior year, I was insure about myself, about the changes that I felt were going to happen and just not ready at all for what was to come this year. I was lost about myself and who I was. Events happened and things slowly were going down hill for me because I was stressing out, panicing about many things and thoughts that I did not want. In other words, I was in a depression seeking away out. (Scary I know...)&lt;br /&gt;     In time, I did get out of it thanks to some friends who was there when I needed the most. While I was in that depression, I was involved with our school musical, and A Brand New Year. Those two things helped me develope more my musical talent on my violin. I was getting better and started to enjoy playing the violin more. I learned to vibrato in a short amount of time and learned how to play different things, and sight read a little better as well.&lt;br /&gt;     As time was going by, I learned to accept all the changes that had happen and then were going to continue to happen. By doing that, I understood so much more and from there my point of view changed about many things. My attitude changed, and just things were looking up and I felt that nothing could bring me down. When I saw some of my friends struggling, I started to reach out to them to help them with the things that they needed in their life and to be there for them. By doing that, I have learned more things that I am not sure what they all of them are, but it has helped me so much.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     So I have noticed recently how much braver I am with trying new things out that I would have been afraid to do.  I notice that my intelligence have grown in a few ways, that help me open up my eyes and understand so much more. I have learned so much. At the beginning of the year, I was more of a little child and now I have grown up and can see the difference in me. I know that will be more opportunities and experiences that are ahead of me, but I am enjoy my life and being able to learn something new or sometime old everyday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1561375922396036439?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1561375922396036439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1561375922396036439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1561375922396036439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1561375922396036439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking back ....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7388814523130601087</id><published>2008-11-26T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:34:06.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graditude</title><content type='html'>I am sorry everyone that it has taken me this long to update my blog. Things have slowed down for me since our school Musical and Brand New Year have been over. I have been trying to work out a few things in my life lately and just getting back to normal and working hard in everything I am doing. Now that it is Thankgiving break, I am trying to update and work on things that I have put off for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well seeing how this is the season to be grateful, I would like to say the two things I am most grateful for and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I am most grateful for is my family. Even though I do not see my siblings very much, I know they care about me and when we are together, those are the moments I hold in my heart forever. Those moments when we are laughing so hard that no can breathe anymore, talking with each other as if time did not matter anymore, playing games, and doing some type of activity that we all would enjoy. I miss my siblings dearly and I love seeing them every chance I get. I enjoying their company with every minute I have with them. Even though we are apart, I love hearing from them every once in a while. They are always there when you need help, comfort and they have great and very interesting advice ;) hahaha ... They are so wonderful! No emotion can express how much I love them, how much I care about them and how much I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I am most grateful for are my friends. There are a few of my friends I am so grateful they are apart of my life. They have helped me when I am in need of comfort, a hug, a laugh and some advice. They lift me back up when I have fallen down and hurt.(They still do.) They make me smile and laugh and I enjoy their company. At times, it maybe hard but we know in the end things will turn out. I trust them and they trust me to be there for each other, no matter what it is. They love me for me and I love them for who they are. I can not express how much I love them, and how much I am grateful for them to be in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish every one a Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-7388814523130601087?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7388814523130601087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7388814523130601087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7388814523130601087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7388814523130601087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/11/graditude.html' title='Graditude'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-8928410436792177009</id><published>2008-10-19T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:02:11.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a while since I update my blog. Sorry about that guys. Well things have been busy and a little crazy in my life and more things just keep being added to my life.  First, I am in the pit of our school musical, "Into the Woods". We start performing this week which means rehearsal is going to be a killer this week. I am also in Concert Choir at our school and we are working on our Veterians Day Program and having rehearsals with some of the other school's choirs in our district. I am also doing the Dance Company at Clayton Production. Yeah, I have not completely quit Clayton because I love it so much and it's a good environment for me. One last thing that I have been involded with. I'm in an Orhcrestra for the LDS church, and it is called Brand New Year Youth Orchrestra. The music that we are playing is so beautiful that it makes me calm and peaceful.  There is so much more that I am doing, but these are the major things in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me that it is very short... Later I will have pictures with all things that I am doing. Again sorry everyone that this is a very short post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-8928410436792177009?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8928410436792177009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=8928410436792177009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8928410436792177009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8928410436792177009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-842549470643699507</id><published>2008-09-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:26:21.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tagged</title><content type='html'>So I have been Tagged by my sister Melissa ... I didn't really want to do this until my birthday but oh well ... So the rules: For each question look up the answer on Google image search. Choose your favorite picture from the FIRST page only. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Age: 17 but will be 18 on Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250180632979541538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxjeBNhjiI/AAAAAAAAATc/S67DwsyE5TM/s200/seventeen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Sunday!!!!! I will be 18!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250180633933085458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxjeEw3exI/AAAAAAAAATk/sem6BfZ53d4/s200/121934077_8758ee16cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Color: Blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250181140058622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxj7iOmSqI/AAAAAAAAATs/7mUc0aSYRns/s200/blue_roseartificially_coloured_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot: Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250181870830030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxkmEkFEFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/S61CTNR3wVI/s200/hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where I live: Salt Lake City, Utah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250190969732050866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxs3snXr7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/jw-Nzm_t6V4/s200/map-salt-lake-city.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where I grew up: Salt Lake City, Utah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250190964749806386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxs3aDgqzI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Fe2MDp9_6Y8/s200/ut_salt5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where I like to go and visit: London, England&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250190964833289778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxs3aXahjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/H8calH7LwgQ/s200/london460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Food: Chinese&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250190965414982834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxs3ciGdLI/AAAAAAAAAT8/v08F25Li_m0/s200/chinese%2520food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite Treat: Jumba Juice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250190966634194242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxs3hEyJUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9NnpX72E65k/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Past Love: hmmm .... well I have no idea ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250195497325240514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxw_PNtIMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/sv5eJrfJ3Ks/s200/ojsimpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My First Name: Rebecca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250195486934781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxw-ogbT6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/obcB7jCKc9Y/s200/rebecca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Last Name: Coleby ... I couldn't find the name so I went with the next best picture I could find&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250195490967735698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxw-3h9TZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dTOQvYvJs6w/s200/colby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I doing: Talking to people on IM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250195485851887810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxw-kePqMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/t1QUOwxOkpg/s200/57128_im_virus2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope enjoyed my tag ... and now I tag everyone who reads this ... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-842549470643699507?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/842549470643699507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=842549470643699507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/842549470643699507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/842549470643699507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tagged.html' title='I&apos;m Tagged'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SNxjeBNhjiI/AAAAAAAAATc/S67DwsyE5TM/s72-c/seventeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-5537781307952318148</id><published>2008-09-01T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:39:53.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week!</title><content type='html'>Well this last week was my first week of school. It's weird to think that this is my last year of high school because I don't feel like I am a senior at all. I feel as if I am a sophmore instead. I remember watching my older sisters being in High School and wishing I was that cool. Watching them drive the car around, dating cute boys, work, going to dances and hanging out with friends. It's really weird to think I am doing all that now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the first day of school was a little crazy. They had 45 minutes for each class period, which you only had 4 periods that day; plus taking school pictures all day, and having Mass Change Day, where you can change your schedule around. It was also great to see my friends that I have not seen all summer and talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;I like my schedule this year because I know most of my teachers and I am starting to take some college classes at the school. The classes that I am taking this year are Orchrestra, AP Calculus (everyday), Concert Choir, Financial Lit., Humanities and American Government. Orchrestra is a fun class with some jokes and donuts and also it helps me to work on some skills at the violin. Calculus is an everyday class. We have homework everyday that is due the next day and I like that (for now). Concert Choir ... I love to sing and all I am going to say. Financial Lit., I am only taking this class is becuase if I don't I can not graduate and I would love to graduate. Humanities is so far my favorite class even though we have not done much in the class. American Government is interesting because my teacher is a character and I love her to death. She makes the class very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So even though I have been in school for a week, it feels like months instead of days. That is just a little sad when you think about it. But I am excited for this next year and what it will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing. The Saturday before school, I went and got some highlights in my hair. I'll post a picture soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-5537781307952318148?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5537781307952318148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=5537781307952318148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5537781307952318148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5537781307952318148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week.html' title='The First Week!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-8313443520800728866</id><published>2008-08-21T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:04:41.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Girls!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well here are two more videos for you guys. One is of me during lunch while I was waiting for my lunch to be done cooking.(Look for the fork flying out of my mouth!) I tried to get a good video of Heather but she wouldn't be crazy like she is in real life. (Oh well) The next video is of me and Heather after our work for the day was done. We had forgotten that there were still people upstairs and were wondering what the noise was. good thing no one checked on us until we were done. 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I love working with my cousin Heather because work is more fun with her ... (I'll show you why in a second). So on Thursday, while we were working, we on playlist. com to find some music, and so we searched Animaniacs and we found a song which the macarea but different wording. While we started doing the macarea ! The next day, I brought in my camara to help me remember a few things, because I was working on my journal when I have nothing to do at the time. Well Heather and I made two videos ... one sitting and one standing, of doing the macarea. (We did the standing on after we were doing for the day, and the sitting one while we were waiting for something) I did warn Heather I was going to put this up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's one of the videos ... It won't let me upload the second one, which even funnier than this one. So enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1883067254a3259" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1883067254a3259%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330406994%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DE16880AAE10C869F296A6E0E726EDE238E542A.5384E4EFBB88A98AF897676F64476CA2CD0ED7CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1883067254a3259%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmoQrIC8hvyGy7rnUVa1OWaEy7cE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1883067254a3259%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330406994%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5DE16880AAE10C869F296A6E0E726EDE238E542A.5384E4EFBB88A98AF897676F64476CA2CD0ED7CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1883067254a3259%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmoQrIC8hvyGy7rnUVa1OWaEy7cE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-2703024088179101839?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c1883067254a3259&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2703024088179101839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=2703024088179101839' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2703024088179101839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2703024088179101839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-girls.html' title='Working Girls!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-3104240537405280626</id><published>2008-08-07T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:54:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn!!!</title><content type='html'>Well ... many of you have heard of this book, and some have it and are reading it or have finished it. Well First off, I love Cindy and Billy!!! I wanted so badly to go at midnight to a store that night it came out but I didn't. So the next morning, while Kim and her family, mom and I were going to a bapitism(mom and I were going to two bapitisms), Cindy and Billy arrived at our house while we were backing out of the drive way. They told me that they had a book of me and immediately I knew which book and I was sssooo excited!!!! That I eventually jumped out of the car and hugged them. I didn't get to read it until after my date that day but yeah. So that night and the next night, I was up until 2 am reading and finishing Breaking Dawn. It is amazing! I am not going to ruin the book for those who haven't finished or read it yet. I love this book because there are so many twist and turns that you didn't expect. I loved it!!! Hehehe ...  so I better stop before I say anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-3104240537405280626?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3104240537405280626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=3104240537405280626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3104240537405280626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3104240537405280626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn!!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-9058283410217570136</id><published>2008-08-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:32:16.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since I updated my blog. Sorry guys, with Kim in town for the month of July, I didn't think about it. So anyway... after my trip to Lake Powell, it was time to get ready for Trek! So on Wednesday July 16th, morning at 4 am. Well everyone was meeting in the chapel for a small program. In that program, they were tell who were the mothers of Zion(not the ma of the family) in each ward. I was one of the Mothers of Zion and I got a cute doll that was a little heavy. My doll was a girl. Hehehe... anyway, we grab our breakfast and to our buses and were off. Well I was hoping that my bus would go to sleep for a few hours but I was really wrong. Seriously with Peter, Scott, Steven on my bus and in my ward, you could barely sleep. I had to protect my child(the doll) from Peter, so he wouldn't through her out the window, plus having people throwing grapes at each other. After a long bus ride, we arrived at Marin's Cove. We found out who was in what family in our wards, and ate lunch and went on the 5 mile hike around Martin's Cove with a lot stop along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went back to our buses and went to where we were going to camp for the night. While I was helping setting our tents up , I hurt my hand. ( Great huh?) Well I put a bag of ice on it immediately and a banage on it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, was hard. I felt bad that I walked most of the way to our next camp set which was 13miles away from the other. That day we did the women's pull and I was in the front with Jenny Boyer plus I had extra weight on my back (my doll). So it's wasn't hard at first but then I was getting tired and I was pulling the handcart with as much energy as I could to the top where the guys in our family were waiting for us. At first, I didn't want their help, but I was grateful that they did help to a stop to have a breath. The last 4 miles were hard on me. I was pulling the handcart because I felt bad but random we would run to catch up and I was exhausted that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I finished pulled the handcart to the camp. I worked on setting the tent I was going to be in and I crashed once I got every thing done and ready. After having my eyes closed for a while and my body rested for 20-30 minutes, I went out and played some pioneer games. Hehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good nights rest, it was time to get up early to eat breakfast, and take down our tents, and leave to travel 14 miles to our stop. We stopped at the base of Rocky Ridge, and talked about the pioneers. Well I was in the back of the handcart pushing over Rocky Ridge, I passed my doll to someone else while I pushed. Well it's hard to see while you're in the back, so one time the front said "hole" and they said it was my side. So I was searching for it to miss it, but it was more in the middle and I stilled tripped in it and almost fell, but my Uncle helped me not fall, but I still some what hurt my ankle. Later two of our hard worked were "dead", so we had a little hard time but we did it. At the top, two people were playing " Come Come Ye Saints" on the flute and a violin. I took one glance, but sadly I was more focus on not tripping on the rocks than the music.&lt;br /&gt;Later after lunch at our rest stop, they did another program. Well this during this program, they were talking to the Mothers of Zion and telling us that our child did not make it and that we had to go and lay our child on a blanket, and leave to go to our handcarts. It was ssooo hard for me because I was attached to my child because I felt it was a live and hardly anyone saw me without it. I was about to cry but I didn't, I was sad though. Well our ward was to take the lead for the rest of the way. Well we pretty much speed walked/ ran 1.8 miles in 20 minutes, to where our next rest stop was. We wanted to keep going. The last miles were hard only because of the wind that we blowing against us. We would sometimes would run, and it was funny to watch Mick Campbell running between our 3 handcarts, and giving us water, and poring water down our backs. Just how he ran was funny. Well, we ran into the camp, we were so excited! It was great!!!&lt;br /&gt;Trek was a great experience, I would love to it again, if I get the chance!! Oh yeah, I did get my child back the next day but I had her go in a different car so she wouldn't get beheaded and ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this summer has been amazing. I've been reading a couple of books that I wanted to read, I've been some what working on the piano but it's getting a little better. This last month, we had Kim and her kids around. We went boating with them on the 24th of July with my Uncle Doug joining us. The day before they left, Scott had flown in on Alex's Birthday, I went hiking with them in Millcreek Canyon. ( I was sore after that!) hehehe ... work is fun and entertaining with my cousin Heather, who is working with me this summer. Sadly I am going to miss her when school starts and she is going off to college and I'll be working after school for 3 hours almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my update and what is going on with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'll put pictures in later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-9058283410217570136?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9058283410217570136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=9058283410217570136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/9058283410217570136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/9058283410217570136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='Summer!!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7005385351242875317</id><published>2008-07-14T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:02:40.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Lake Powell ... my favorite place to go every year (well almost!). The sunshine, the million of stars at night, boating, exploring, and endless of teasing me from my siblings and their spouses. This year, it was just our family except Melissa and her family (we missed her!!).&lt;br /&gt;Some high lights of our trip ... is Scott and Billy accidently starting 2-3 fires by doing some fireworks ( I think they missed the 'No Fireworks' sign!) Hahaha, going to Raindow Bridge, watching my crazy brother Craig and Scott starting a bush on fire for fun, tubing, talking to my niece Sammi and looking at the stars and seeing shooting stars, and watching the sunset and the sunrise on our last day.&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast with my family and enjoyed their company and their good cook meals! Hehehe .... here is some pictures! Sorry this is short ... but I'm really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158297434814&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p4/504403158297434814/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-be.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158297434814&amp;amp;site=widget-be.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158297434814&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p1/504403158297434814/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158297434814&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-be.slide.com/p2/504403158297434814/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" 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/4097944388120286468-7005385351242875317?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7005385351242875317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7005385351242875317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7005385351242875317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7005385351242875317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-3447518542130268344</id><published>2008-07-01T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:45:11.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OYA and Chicago!</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone that I haven't updated my blog in a month but I have been busy since school got out with OYA, Outdoor Youth Activity; starting work and Going on my last tour with Clayton Productions!&lt;br /&gt;OYA, I went up with Angela and Eric when they came down from Idaho for the weekend and saw my Spring Concert. They took me to Rexburg so I could get on the bus to Badger Creek to have a crazy week of Rock climbing, Swinging on the giant swing, Horseback riding (which I loved) and having it snow twice while we were there and on top of that getting Angela's lovely cold. I had fun and I think it's a lot better than EFY because you're doing a lot of physical challenges and you're not stuck in a classroom all day. Sorry if this is a short summary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I started working at mom's work, helping with scanning files into their computers with the help of my cousin Heather. She is a natural at this so far that I can tell, since I've been gone. We keep each other company during the work hours because if you're alone working in that filing room, you are bored!! I've only worked 4 to 5 days counting today and it's been interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last week I went to Chicago, for my last and final tour. I'm very very sad and depressed because this was a huge part in my life and I don't want to give it up. This tour was an adventure! With it raining for half of the trip and going to see the Broadway Musical WICKED!! (there are no words to describe it what I saw) That musical was outstanding and amazing. I want to see it again but it was that wonderful. Anyway, I've discovered that I have a real laugh and that I sound like a chipmunk and I'm hoping no one ever hears that laugh! (Of course, who am I kidding?) I stayed up late laughing with my roommates, Nino, Sara and my twin Taylor. This tour was amazing and my best tour ever because I final felt everything that our director wanted us to feel and I sense that feeling at my last performance and it was so wonderful and I'll never forget this tour because it was so different from all the other tours I've been on and I felt that both group were connect into one group. No one was trying to be better than everyone and everyone was friends with everyone else one way another and it was great to have that. I know these last few years my parents and my siblings were wondering why I stayed in Clayton for so long, it was because there was something special about this place and I learned a lot more than just dancing and singing ... Those past 7 years I have been Clayton I wouldn't have trade them for anything and I'm glad I was in Fame this year because that was my goal and I now know what it was like to know how great it was to feel that light that is deep inside us to shine. I have had a blast and I have some great memories that I'll hopefully will remember forever. Here my slide show on my TOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cdiv"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 279px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-54.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158297001044&amp;amp;site=widget-54.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-3447518542130268344?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3447518542130268344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=3447518542130268344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3447518542130268344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3447518542130268344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/07/oya-and-chicago.html' title='OYA and Chicago!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1665365041232127117</id><published>2008-05-30T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:21:55.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye For Now</title><content type='html'>Wow ... are the only words that I can say right now. Well so much has happened in just so little time that I can't breathe normally at this point but I know I will be able to breathe normally soon. Well I guess I should start at the beginning ... So this last weekend was Grant's last weekend in town before he left for Alaska for this summer, because he is going to work up there. So Friday night was interesting, I called up Carly and Abbie to see what they were doing and seeing if Grant and I could join them. Well I rearrange what they orginal planned because I needed to get home around 11 if we went and saw a movie. So I met Grant and Abbie at Abbie's house because Carly was babysitting for a little bit. So we all decided that we didn't really want to see a movie so Carly said we could go to her house and play night games. So Grant drove me and Abbie to her house, so we went up to her attic and played Rock Band for a little while. Well after we sick of playing, so all decided to go take a walk under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;So Grant and I dragged behind Abbie and Carly so that they couldn't hear us talking. Well we really didn't go every far ... because Abbie and Carly laid down in the grass by the road and Grant and I were talking and looking at the stars. Well what we were talking about was breaking up (I'm the one who brought it up). Trust me both of us didn't want to break up/taking a break. So we both were wondering if we should break up that night or the night before he leaves. We agreed that the night before he leaves would be better. So we went back and joined Carly and Abbie and told them that we are breaking up next Thursday (yesterday). Well they were both surprised and thought we were both being very mature about this. (I guess you guys have an idea where these stories are leading to)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Saturday, I had to work on the slide show for Swing Club. Man that was a pain. I started at about 11 a.m. and I finished at about 7:30 p.m.. I did take breaks waiting for my friend Carly to drop by and bring me a c.d. with a few pictures on it. Well I found out a few days before that my friend Austin was coming for memorial weekend and that everyone was going to the M.A.C. to go dancing and to see him. Well my mom said that I could go, seeing how I was staring at a computer all day, if I clean up the kitchen and go shopping for her. SO I did that and went to the M.A.C. Once I arrived Abbie, Madi and Carly were there and they were in back instead of the main room and the lights were off and the only light at the time were from lights in the other room and hallway. So they told me that Austin was in the middle of the dance floor dancing and they were telling me to go say hi or go jump him. So I silently when towards them and I jumped onto Austin's back and scaring him a little bit. He was dancing our friends Sarah at the time. So he decides to turned in circles with me on his back still. So I was falling off his back and was holding for dear life and I slide sidewards. Well they turned on the lights and Austin eventually stops, and put me down and I gave him a real hug.&lt;br /&gt;Well I told them that Grant had no idea that I was coming tonight because he thinks that I was in Midway, which I was but that never really happen. So I had them watching out for Grant and to tell me when he gets there so I could hide and surprised him. Well we tried calling him to make sure that he was coming. After a little while, Austin finally asks me to dance on a cha cha. What I think was so funny, was that he just found out that night that Grant and I have been going out for 6 months and a few weeks. In the Middle, Carly and Abbie comes up to me and Austin and tells me that Grant had just arrived. So I went to the opposite side of the doorway to the hallway, and there was a door closed that lead to the back room. So I went in there and everyone else went in the other door that was open to that room and I went and joined them and they were somewhat hiding me, so that Grant couldn't see me through the window. Well they told me that he was writing his name on the back of a ticket, so I kind of ran up to him and somewhat tickled him and everyone followed behind me. Well he looks at me and then looks at Austin and says, "Austin!!!" and went and gave him a hug and everyone around us said, "Ouch" or "OOOO". So I walked away to go get a drink pretending that I was mad at him, which I really wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking down to the other end of the hallway where the drinking fountain was, I guess everyone was telling to go and say that he was sorry. I was getting a drink when I got jumped from behind. My friend Ricky from Clayton Productions was there and he tickled me and picked me up. At first I thought it was Grant but while Ricky was spinning me I saw Grant watching us and laughing at me. I gave Ricky and hug hello and he went back and joined his friends that he came with.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to take a huge jump to yesterday, even though Monday was fun too. So yesterday I was a little depressed because so many things were ending and going on that day. Well it was my last day for early morning semiary(sorry I can't spell), Orchrestra because we were doing Concerto Night that night, Swing Club was having their last party and it was the day where Grant and I were planning to break up/taking a break for the summer. I didn't mind so much about the other things but breaking up and how Grant and I were planning to do it, was to make a huge scene of how we hate other each over something really really stupid and call it off and to see what everyone's reaction would be and laugh about it later. Everyone was trying to cheer me up, and every now and then I would. After school was Swing Club's big end of the year party, and I went home to change into my swimsuit and put shorts on. Well Grant came and picked me up with Allie, Moncia and Laurie in the car, I didn't know for sure if he was going to pick me up or not. We arrived at Carly's house, and when to the backyard where the swimming pool was. A few minutes later, Grant and Allie went to go to her house to get her swim suit, and Steve went with them(I didn't know if they wanted me to come or not so I stayed). While they were gone, I didn't feel like swimming, but to take a long walk by myself and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Moncia would take a walk around the house, which is really big, and we would talk about random stuff. Well at one point I got a way by myself and I was walking down the lane/road and looking at the big field where horses would be, and Carly's little sister and her friends saw me and went and told Carly that I was walking alone. Before Jessica ran to come and keep me company, I was singing "Prayer of the Children" and thinking about the night before at Clayton and trying to get my part down and understand the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Jess and I were walking and I wanted to sit in the sun shine on the grass. We talked a little bit and then I saw Grant driving by us with Allie and Steve in the car. A few minutes after they arrive Jess and I went back. I still did not get in the water for a little while until Grant ad Steve were pulling me in.&lt;br /&gt;That night was Concerto night, and I had only half-hour to get ready so I left my hair curly and only curled a few hair strands and went out the door. The concert went beautifully, Grant came and stayed backstage during the first part talking to Cody and listening to the music. During intermission there was food for us in the band room. I wasn't up for eating food at the time and went back outside and curled up in a ball. Grant joined me and was seeing what was wrong with me and why I was sad and depressed. I told him and he was comforting me and saying it was going to be okay. Afterwards, everyone was in the courtyard, eating, socializing, and telling the soloist that they did a beautiful job. Well Grant and I went and we were sad for it was the last night before he left for the summer. I gave him the c.d. with the slide show of swing club this year because there were a lot of pictures of him in it because he was there all year. He walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight and goodbye. For we weren't going to be boyfriend and girlfriend after that night until he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;Today was really hard for me, at least. Yesterday I had build up so much emotion that I couldn'y control myself before 2nd period. Grant needed me to go and get shoes out of his car and find out who it belongs to. We walked back to the school, talking and the bell rung for class to begin. So I hugged him, thinking that might have been my last hug. So I went to women's choir a little sad and ready to cry. Belnap was working on Chamber auditions and so she had someone come in that we had before work on our songs. I grabbed the music on the piano and finished warm-ups. We started singing "The Glory" from the Civil War(a broadway musical). Well I couldn't get passed the first sentence until I started crying. All my emotions from the day before and today that I was trying so hard to keep in had finally come out. I couldn't sing during that whole class period. There was a point where I thought I was going to be fine but when everyone was singing well I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;We got out 5 minutes before the bell rung and my friend Whitney stopped me and I showed her the note that Jenn and I were passing, explaining everything. Well the actual bell rung and I took a different route, passing Grant's class. I didn't see him, so I keep walking and I saw Carly and I couldn't keep control again. I cried on her shoulder for a few minutes with two of my guyfriends worring why I was crying. I told Carly I needed to get to class and so I walked down the hall. When I turned the corner there was Grant walking towards me. He could diffently tell that I was crying and I was crying about him. He hugged me tight telling me everything was going to be fine. I told him I know. He walked me to my class, which wasn't far, and I hugged him one last hug goodbye and went to class. After that I was better because I got all my emotions out (I think). Although I felt bad that he had to see me cry before he went to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;So right now, we just taking a break for the summer while he's up in Alaska and I'm here (yea!). So I know things are going to be okay, because it's still a little hard for me. For I hate saying goodbyes and I am going to have to say goodbye to my friends who are graduating that I have gotten close to this year, next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't have any pictures yet but I'll put my slide show off to the side... Love you all!!! (sorry for the spelling errors and grammar errors. I am still working on that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1665365041232127117?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1665365041232127117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1665365041232127117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1665365041232127117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1665365041232127117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/05/saying-goodbye-for-now.html' title='Saying Goodbye For Now'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-5130127517933063363</id><published>2008-05-09T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:23:23.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love About You</title><content type='html'>Today is the marking point for Grant and I. We have been going out with each other for 6 months! Wow ... it still amazes me everytime I think about it. I have been on cloud nine all day just by thinking about and the great memories. So I want to share my favorite top 10 memories about him and dates that I have had with him, and some random pictures of us that you may have seen. (There are a lot more I would want to share, and these aren't in the right order of which is actually first and ect.but hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) My first favorite memory is our first date, which was about a year ago. We went to the MiniShakespare Festival at our school. We played frisbee with a few people that we knew before the show started, and sitting on the blanket and talking while the sun was setting but you could somewhat see it because the building was blocking our way. I enjoyed watching the festival because some of our friends were in it and I had not seen them acted before. I was a memorable night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Was the beginning of this school, when Grant and I tried to start the whole seeing and talking/hangingout with friends after school, like we did last year with many of our friends. Of Course we thought it would start after the musical. Anyway that first week, we talked and I started to get to know him a little better. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) (I know Grant will remember this one for sure) One time, I went to a football game during homecoming week. So the band was playing and it started to rain a little bit. So the band packed up and it started raining harder and the lighting was picking up. I found Abbie, Carly and Randi and after it stopped raining, Grant and I sat with them once the game resumed. Well I was sitting next to Grant, the lighting started going on around us. Well you all know I freak out/terrified of lighting...(Lake Powell trip) so I freaked out and turned and put my arm around Grant's waist because I was so scared and I put my head down so I couldn't see the lighting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I remember talking with him on msn and emailing him. ( He can't do that every much anymore because of his mom) I remember the conversations that we had and emailing him randomly about my being bored, or that I was hyper and random questions that I had for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Our date that we decided to be boyfriend and girlfriend (after the date on msn) and it was for my birthday that was a long time ago. Even though we didn't do exactly what he had planned to do, it was still a lot of fun. My favorite parts were when we watched the first part of X-men 2 and finished watching Brother Bear later that night and playing capture the flag in Dani's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)When he first kissed me. Yeah, you the story. I will say this, I had every feeling that I knew I would have and I was really shocked but I loved it. :p Even though we both agree that our second kiss was better. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)I have learned one thing though ... I should never between stand between Cindy and Grant. They both love to tickle me and they both have pure enjoyment in seeing me react and TRY to get away or to try and stop them. I'm still not every successful at that. (Bother ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)hmmm... Sorry I'm thinking and trying to find things in my journal so that I get things correctly...hehehe. Oh asking him to the Sweethearts dance. Hahaha. His mom loved the little tiny hearts in their van and of course I loved how he answered me with the ballnoons in the car. (I still have some in the car) and going to the Sweetheart dance with him was our first school dance and it was a lot of fun! Of course he keep remembering me of last years sweetheart and was laughing at many things. (If my siblings don't remember then good!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Oh! On valentine day's ... my parents wouldn't let me go out so instead Grant and I talked on the phone for about 4 hours + and talked about a lot of different subjects and yeah... best Valentine's day ...;p and then that weekend going on a Valentine's date and going to see Enchanted(HAHAHA) and going to the mac and teaching him lifts and we both got hyper that night. (note to friends: never have Grant and I hyper at the same thing because we laugh at random things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Grant makes me smile every time I see him and makes me laugh too. He loves to make fun of me for any reason...like my grammar, spelling, fears and yeah. He makes my day brighter when I see him or around him (of course everyone who makes me laugh or mailes makes my day ;p). I love him and we are also really good friends who support each other (him more then me). Oh one more memory ... his birthday date I took him on. Bowling .... going to Carly's and playing rock band and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are my 10 things ... there are a lot more memories but these are the few. hehehe ... so here are random pictures of us. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198567263399495314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SCUFYgPmxpI/AAAAAAAAASY/_k0K2yK958E/s200/Grant+and+Me+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198567267694462626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SCUFYwPmxqI/AAAAAAAAASg/Vc16xxPpx3o/s200/Grant+and+Me+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198568942731708098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SCUG6QPmxsI/AAAAAAAAASw/XvHHRqLk3tM/s320/DSCN0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-5130127517933063363?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5130127517933063363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=5130127517933063363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5130127517933063363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5130127517933063363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-love-about-you.html' title='What I love About You'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SCUFYgPmxpI/AAAAAAAAASY/_k0K2yK958E/s72-c/Grant+and+Me+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-4121638495227286817</id><published>2008-05-05T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:15:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Cindy!</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend, my parents and I went down to Cedar City and visited Billy and Cindy. For Cindy graduating from Southern Utah University. Go Cindy!! hehehe Anyway, we left on Friday night for Cedar City. Well I was dead in the back seat, and I kept being woken up in a middle of deep sleep. Well once we arrived to Cindy and Billy's nice appartment, I got ready for bed and went for the couch and of course mom, dad, Cindy and Billy had to catch up and so it was a little while before they decided to go to bed. (About time, hehehe). So the next day, we got up around 7 a.m., expect me ... I slept in. So we realized that the gradutation started at 8:30 instead of 9:00 a.m.. So we hurried out the door and when to the gradutation that took about 4-5 hours because there was two parts to it. So afterwards, we went back to the appartment, after taking a billions of pictures, and rested and got into some more comfortable. Later we went out to dinner with part of Billy's side, at a resturant in the canyons. It was a very expensive resturant, so I went for a salad that was a little cheaper than the rest of the menu. We all enjoyed ourselves! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I have missed Cindy very much!! Bother!!!! hehehe ... look what she has done to me. I feel bad for mom and Grant but hey, I love them and everyone else, of course! So I have pictures! YEAH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108479547781362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SB_WoG6dsPI/AAAAAAAAARw/R7kR8pYPzuE/s200/DSCN0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108488137715970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SB_Wom6dsQI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IlZ-MCIAmdE/s200/DSCN0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108492432683282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SB_Wo26dsRI/AAAAAAAAASA/RuhbX6vvXR0/s200/DSCN0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108501022617890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SB_WpW6dsSI/AAAAAAAAASI/qFntkQ00B4E/s200/DSCN0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108513907519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SB_WqG6dsTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VgyBSywtoIo/s200/DSCN0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-4121638495227286817?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4121638495227286817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=4121638495227286817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4121638495227286817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4121638495227286817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/05/congrats-cindy.html' title='Congrats Cindy!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SB_WoG6dsPI/AAAAAAAAARw/R7kR8pYPzuE/s72-c/DSCN0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-891581709643587537</id><published>2008-04-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:45:34.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>Well my parents are back from Hawaii ... Yay! They had a wonderful time and they did not want to come back home. (I don't blame them) Anyway, yesterday my group, Fame, performed at Thanksgiving Point. Well my parents could not come because of a dinner with our ward and they would not let drive down there, so I got a ride with my Jake and his family. It was windy and foggy day with the sun trying to get throught the clouds. We performed with three other groups, Jammin', Pizzazz and Good News. I think we did okay, I know I messed up a lot and I didn't mean too. After the performance, I hanged out with Eric, Jake and Jake's family. We had a little pinic and shortly after we said goodbye to Jake's grandparents and went on our way back to Jake's house to drop off his dad, little brother and sister. We went to Ryan's house, who is also in my group, for a Fame party. Some couldn't make it but it was still fun. We played water spoons with forks instead of spoons. Sadly I didn't last very long because I had eaten too much and so I drank 1 1/2 glasses of water. ( I can't finish the rest of the second because I wanted to throw it back up). Some of us played Rock Band and while the others were still playing water spoons. Whitney drank up to 8 glasses and she was so funny because she was laughing so hard and trying not to pee her pants. (I was mad that I didn't get her laughing on my camara). After they finished the game we decide to play a few other games, but we all had a great time and laughing. Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537488170342114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SAwL1uyEVuI/AAAAAAAAARg/AXC_2dZ5EPQ/s200/Playing+Water+Forks.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;Some of us playing water spoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537470990472898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SAwL0uyEVsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/obBWRF040kA/s200/Katie+drinking+the+water+and+Whitney+holding+it+in.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Katie drinking the water and Whitney in the background trying to hold it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537479580407506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SAwL1OyEVtI/AAAAAAAAARY/prCOOApMHxA/s200/Megan+with+candy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Megan with a lot of candy in her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191537492465309426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/SAwL1-yEVvI/AAAAAAAAARo/GwNItG-9XN4/s200/Watching+the+last+three.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone playing "A Calm and Serious Situation" (Clayton Game)&lt;/p&gt;This is Ryan and Whitney. We were playing a game where you couldn't show your teeth and if you showed your teeth you're out. So we played a game like 'Zoom and Urk' or whatever other versions people have of that game. 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So I have a cute, funny story about her. So last night, I brought Daisy to my room to sleep seeing how my parents are in Hawaii. So she went straight for my pillow and curled up in a little ball. so I was reading a random part from a book and I was being very quiet. Well next thing I knew, I was hearing a little bark and felt a little bounce and then another and it kept going. I looked behind me and Daisy was barking in her sleep. I have heard it before but this was the longest I have ever heard her go. It lasted about 1-2 minutes then I moved forwarded to see if her eyes were closed and then she opened her eyes. It was really cute and funny. :P Hoped you loved my story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides that story ... Daisy is a cute , funny little dog. She mainly sleeps on the couch, our in the sunshine when it's sunny outside. She loves to play hide and seek the second my dad gets home from work. She always greets you with her tail whipping back and forth saying hello. Hehehe ... well that's Daisy for yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-2662729850559398028?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2662729850559398028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=2662729850559398028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2662729850559398028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2662729850559398028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/04/daisy.html' title='Daisy'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7120273343292154507</id><published>2008-03-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:51:37.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's finally spring break!!! A time for me to relax, have fun, party (hehehe) and get things I need to get done. Up to this point things have been a little crazy. This last Saturday was our first performance at Wheeler Farm. (It's a little early for performing) We performed with Good News, who are the youngest boy, girl to be going on tour. Our group couldn't watch them because we were changing costumes. For our group, we did Newies for a medley. It was great fun and a little tiring but interesting how things went. Later that night, Grant invited me to go with him, his dad and his sister to go and see Tom Sawyer at Evergreen Jr. High. His mom was orginally going to go but felt ill at the last minute, so I went. The play was amazing, with the acting for sure, how they used the trap doors on stage and much more. Afterwards, there was a multi-stake dance for me, so Grant and I went and really only danced one song, which was a fast swing song, because me and my friend Emily were running away from him and trying to keep his hat away from him. Also we amazed Conner Peterson, who's in my ward, and got him interested in swing dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, we had another performance by ourselves because the group that we were orginally to perform with wasn't ready as a group. Grant and his mom came and watched us. Again, it was fun but tiring. So yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm ..... I love Spring Break, it means summer is on the way. Love ya all! Happy Easter Everyone!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where I want to be right now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179940351233755986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R-LYThEAC1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gS2pd7Ttkaw/s200/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-7120273343292154507?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7120273343292154507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7120273343292154507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7120273343292154507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7120273343292154507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R-LYThEAC1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gS2pd7Ttkaw/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1725594440724315434</id><published>2008-03-07T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:32:49.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strong Feeling</title><content type='html'>These last few weekends have been great with going to a jazz concert with Grant and having mom and dad gone to go and see Sammi's baptizism. Tonight will be a night I won't forget. So Carly and I had decided to go to Olympus Jr's play which was Cindrella. It was an hour long, and it was cheesy but worth it. So afterwards, we were going to pick up Audrey and Abbie to go to a Mexican place by Arby's and meet a few poeople to play a game of Cobs and Robbers. Well while we were waiting for Audrey, mom called and she was asking if we were there at the fast food place and I told her no. She told me that she had a really bad feeling about the whole thing and that I could go and meet everyone but I had to go home and not play the game.&lt;br /&gt;So when we got there we were one of the first ones there. So we went into Arby's to get a shake and some fries. Well Abbie and I went outside and four guys dressed kind of emo look were walking some what towards but not. So we went inside. A few minutes later the four went outside to see if Laine or Cody was there yet. Farther down the parking lot, there were more people dressed in bad and some were smoking. I had a bad feeling, so we went inside and sat down so Carly could watch her car. While we were sitting there, Carly, Abbie and Audrey were debating whether to go to Carly's house and watch a movie. I was up of that plan all the way it was telling to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;Cody showed and I told him that I couldn't play and that my mom wanted me home and also that we should go with the watching a movie at Carly's. Cody wanted to play the game. So we went outside and Suzanne, Madi and Laine came and Carly, Abbie and I went over there. While we were over there I told Laine what was up and what we should do and like Cody had wanted to play. I was by the car with my friends mainly. The people who were on stage crew last year and this year and some I had no clue who they were, were  little farther a way from us by Arby's, but I could smell the smoke. While I was standing there with my friends in a little circle, in just a few seconds, I wanted to get out of there really bad. I was really scared and I was freaking out that I was ready to break down, right there. So Madi gave me hug making sure that I was okay. Carly on the other hand, took action and her, me , Abbie and Audrey got in her car. Once I was in the car, I went into a ball and cried because I was so afraid. Carly pulled over, and Audrey left to go back and join everyone. Really for me at that moment, I wanted Grant ... to be there and to comfort me and sadly he wasn't there, but that was when I really needed him the most.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to go to Carly's house and watched that movie. At first, we played games and watched the Best Two Years. Later, Laine called and he told us that he was at his Stake Center because he was in a car full of people who smoked, so he had them pulled over and got out of the car. Julie, Audrey and Laine came over right when we were leaving. He regrets not listening to me, and not coming with us, I felt bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;Well I've learned to listen to my mom when she has a really bad feeling about something like this. Thanks mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1725594440724315434?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1725594440724315434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1725594440724315434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1725594440724315434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1725594440724315434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/03/strong-feeling.html' title='A Strong Feeling'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-4001995999773209257</id><published>2008-02-15T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:28:51.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day yesterday! My Valentine Day was amazing!! During school, Grant had sent me 3 roses, well what was funny was I got one rose during my first period. I went and told Grant thanks for the rose and he was confused that I didn't have two more. So while I was in my 3rd period, three girls walked in and two were holding a rose. They called my name and they gave me the two roses and told me that they were still from Grant. I knew I was blushing right then because I felt it in my cheeks. So after school, we had Swing Club. It was fun, dancing around with decorations all over the room. People playing the snow outside, since it snowed the night before. After school, Grant gave me a Valentine kiss and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we were on the phone, and we talked for about 4 hours. It was amazing with things that we were talking about. He's a wonderful guy and I'm glad that he is mine (for now). hehehe... well I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's day yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I haven't put up any pictures in a while ... here's a picture of my silly boyfriend! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167347632078546338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R7YbSyj_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Zv_ZkcmgEe4/s320/DSCN0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-4001995999773209257?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4001995999773209257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=4001995999773209257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4001995999773209257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4001995999773209257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R7YbSyj_ZaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Zv_ZkcmgEe4/s72-c/DSCN0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-6544760104008095237</id><published>2008-02-08T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:18:35.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Update!</title><content type='html'>Well not a lot of things has been, besides respranned my ankle, asking Grant to Sweethearts, and being answered. I'll start with asking Grant to Sweethearts dance, which is tomorrow. My orginal plan was to heart-attack his room, while he was gone on his skiing trip with his parents. That plan was great until it snowed that day and his cousin wasn't even at his house. Plan B ... was to heart-attack his locker while he was playing in the band at the girl basketball game. When I went to the game, I notice he drove to the game and it hit me to attack the car instead. My problem was getting the key to the car.&lt;br /&gt;So I went and sat by him. Acting myself , and still wondering how to get his car keys. So I asked for his keys because that were in his pocket and it would very weird if I grabbed them. I played with them and slowly got the key off and a few minutes later gave them back to him. After a minute I told him I would be right back. Once I was out of sight, I ran down the hall to the parklot to go and have fun! I mainly heart-attack the driver's seat and passager's seat, with chocolate hearts, candy and little tiny hearts all over! Once I was done, I ran half-way back so he wouldn't notice anything different, (and yet he did notice), and I stayed and watched the rest of the game. After the game and after we helped put away everything, we were walking out and I decided to get back the key so he can drive home, and he had a big smile once he saw what I did and started thinking ways to answer. ( Oh No!!)&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe ... I like how he answered me. He also used my car, to stuff 45 balloons in my car and left two notes, one saying to count the balloons, an even number meant "yes" and an odd number meant "No". In the second note it said that his heart was exploding to go with me so even if it is odd, to pop one so it was even. It was really cute! Thanks Grant!!!&lt;br /&gt;The story of how I respran my ankle was pretty much me being hyper and I was running and I tripped and ran into Grant and fell and landed on it. So yeah!&lt;br /&gt;So that's my update, sorry no pictures again! Luv ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-6544760104008095237?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6544760104008095237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=6544760104008095237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/6544760104008095237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/6544760104008095237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-update.html' title='My Update!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-8281904783443541931</id><published>2008-01-21T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:26:43.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Date</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written in a while. Life has been a little crazy. Anyway, on New Year's Day, Courtney and I had decided to do a double date, which soon turned into a group date later, on the 18th of this month. Well since we live about half-hour away from each other, it was sometimes hard to communicate with each other. As the 18th was drawing near, we had not decided on everything yet. It wasn't until about Wednesday before that we got everything put together. My only problem was finding a date, since Grant went with his parents on a skiing trip. (Glad you had fun, Grant) So Courtney set me up with one of her friend, Eric, since I set her up with my friend, Laine.&lt;br /&gt;     Friday came at last! Coco was very kind to help us this date by driving me, Laine, Annie and Alex out to Herriman and cooking dinner for us. Well we got to Courtney's house, we decided to go sledding in her backyard, since she has a good hill. So we crazy things while we were out there. Laine became a dare devil by going backwards and almost hitting his head on the fence, swinging on a swing and jumping off and rolling down the hill and running into a bush. Courtney and I did snow angels, and I hit my head pretty hard while going down to do the snow angel. We even rolled down the hill and both of us were very dizzy. Courtney and I had a good laugh at ourselves for trying to get up and staying up. A little afterwards, we played a quick game of hide and seek in the snow. I love Annie, she hid really good that we had to call her name after each round.&lt;br /&gt;       Well we went inside and had some nice hot chocolate and tried to play a game of "Scene It". The t.v. remote wasn't working for us. As we were trying to figure out the remote, the other couple came. Dinner was ready that Coco made and it was very good, especially the dessert. After we played "Taboo" and it made Laine's night because he got to play with the buzzer and tell people that they are wrong. After the game, we needed to get Alex home.&lt;br /&gt;       Everyone had an awesome time. I'm glad everything worked out. :) Sorry, I don't have any pictures, I didn't take my camara with me. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-8281904783443541931?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8281904783443541931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=8281904783443541931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8281904783443541931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8281904783443541931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/01/group-date.html' title='Group Date'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-9038378541628313632</id><published>2008-01-10T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:12:36.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry everyone it has taken me so long to update my blog. I've been crazy with everything and I'm trying to straighten them out right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I went to Texas for Christmas to see all of my siblings and their spouses, my neices and my nephews. I would have to say it was one of the best Christmas I have had. I believe everyone would agree with me on that. It has been about 4 years since we have had everyone together like this. Of course, no one knows when we will be together like this again but everyone kept saying at the end of the trip, "See you at Becky's wedding." (I still have a few years, guys). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I'm sorry that I'm not going to say much on what we did, but I will say my favorite things that we did. My favorite parts were winning a game of Cities and Knights (Settlers) against my brother, Craig, my dad and my brother-in-law, Billy. I was shocked that I had won against the threee of them. For all three of them were very good at this game. Another one of my favorite parts was playing Apples to Apples with 13 people. (Scott, I still like your card that you gave me for Intelligents, when I was judging). hehehe ... and who can forget Guitar Hero. Cindy and Billy thanks for bringing your PS2 to Texas, I enjoyed it and so did Scott!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is so many things that I loved on this trip that sadly I can't name them all. Everything we did as a family was great. Although, in the middle of the trip, I was missing Grant a lot and was a little anti-social but I still had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some highlights ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154062291464942146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4boWMEA8kI/AAAAAAAAANg/3tH6_FITGao/s320/DSCN0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron and Alex on Alex's blessing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154062304349844050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4boW8EA8lI/AAAAAAAAANo/E18D425PV0s/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154062312939778658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4boXcEA8mI/AAAAAAAAANw/VE_L1GENfR4/s320/DSCN0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neices and nephews waiting for their Starbursts from Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154062321529713266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4boX8EA8nI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0hrhbKV9-F0/s320/DSCN0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Melissa teaching me and my other sisters how to decorate a cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154062325824680578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4boYMEA8oI/AAAAAAAAAOA/T8uQ3-r3Ry4/s320/DSCN0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064709531529874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4bqi8EA8pI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7KLVEzbMG8g/s320/DSCN0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064722416431794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4bqjsEA8rI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Y3l4hGlbYHk/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064726711399106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4bqj8EA8sI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vExkYQGDN2w/s320/DSCN0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going ice staking! ( Didn't even fall once)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064718121464482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4bqjcEA8qI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pQWnTGW6lEw/s320/DSCN0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154064731006366418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4bqkMEA8tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Yzz_bcbW3vw/s320/DSCN0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154065976546882274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4brssEA8uI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8GM1clY31v0/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is our family picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-9038378541628313632?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9038378541628313632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=9038378541628313632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/9038378541628313632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/9038378541628313632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/R4boWMEA8kI/AAAAAAAAANg/3tH6_FITGao/s72-c/DSCN0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-8950461821409725080</id><published>2007-12-19T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:35:36.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love....</title><content type='html'>Well ... I'm in "La la " land because I finally got my first kiss!! hehehe So the story of what happened. First of all, Grant and I have been boyfriend and girlfriend for more than a month now and both of us have never kissed anyone or each other, until today.&lt;br /&gt;        Anyway so I've been seeing Grant all day starting at 7 am and after each of my classes. Well after my 3rd period was lunch, and I felt sick because we made root beer in Chemistry and I think I drank a little too much and I have been having candy all day. So Grant needed to get his History book out of his locker, and I went with him. As he was getting his book out I sat down because I feel sick. So he sat next to me, and then I laid down by the wall and my stomach to the cold ground and it felt good. So then after a few minutes, we decided to go back to the lunch room. Since our friend Carly wasn't there, we grabbed out stuff that we left in there and when to find a quiet place to be alone, by not completely. So we went outside, and went behind one of the buildings that was not connected to the school. So we were hugging and he made me look up at him and I started to feel sick in the stomach again, so I closed my eyes to let the feeling pass and he kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;         So I wanted to kiss him back at the time but my breathing was off and I was still sick. (This is why you don't eat too much candy/ junk food) So after school, Grant was getting a ride from Madi and Laine was going to help Grace because she hurt her ankle. So she was on stage, and everyone who was getting a ride with Madi was with her. So Grant and I were hugging, and Cody yells across the stage, "Get a room" .... so we were following Laine ( who was carrying Grace) and everyone else, and I stopped Grant and I wait for everyone to leave back stage, ( Cody was on the other side and couldn't see us) and I kissed him back (it was a peck). hehehe&lt;br /&gt;       So that is my story!  Luv ya all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-8950461821409725080?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8950461821409725080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=8950461821409725080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8950461821409725080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8950461821409725080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/12/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in Love....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1868051749139145035</id><published>2007-12-02T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:40:36.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way to End a Week</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, I did not realized that I haven't done anything in a while. Well this week had it's up and downs. This week, I started performing with my Clayton Productions group. As a group, we're great but we could be better and we, Fame, know we can. The down fall of my week was that I didn't do a very good job on my Chemistry test, and after that test I was very upset with myself, that when I went to the lunch with Grant and found a table to sit at .... I put my head down and began to cry because I knew that test was my only chance to have a good grade in the class. Grant and many of friends were comforting me.  I have great friends and a wonderful boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this weekend was realxing and very fun! Saturday, I invited Grant to come and see one of my performances which was down at Valley Fair Mall. It was snowing that day so mom made dad drive. So we picked him and went down to the mall.  Well I was about 10 minutes late for my call time but all is well! The performance went okay .... I was worrying about no falling since my shoes were very slippery! On the last song, Grant and I were secretly sticking out our tongues to each other and smiling at each other too. ( He started it .... oh wait, that was me! ) After my performance,  mom went looking around at a few of the stores and Dad, Grant and I went to get lunch.  Then afterwards, we found mom and eventually got home. Grant and I went upstairs to work on our math, since we both have a test on Monday. Well we were laughing more than studying but we were laughing at ourselves pretty much. Then we decided to watch 'Castle in the Sky' on the downstair's tv.  Well before we knew it mom was calling us to came and help her with stake stuff, as in help her deliever the present that the stake gives to the new married couple or going to be married.&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with that. Grant and I went back to watching our movie but again we didn't get far before we needed to drop him off and for me, to go to my next performance. We both had a great time being with each other. For both of us, it was just very relaxing, calm ...&lt;br /&gt;My performance that night was the J.S. building. We were performing for a small, private party. Well the Terry's were there and Val was taking pictures of our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I got my patriarchal blessing. I will say one thing, that stands out ..... I have a joyful, and wonderful future in front of me.  Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1868051749139145035?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1868051749139145035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1868051749139145035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1868051749139145035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1868051749139145035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/12/way-to-end-week.html' title='A Way to End a Week'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1654880129755682397</id><published>2007-11-18T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:23:53.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>So there's this you've been tagged thing going around with my family where you type 7 random facts about yourself, and my cousin Michelle has tagged me ....SO :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm a dancer and singer.... every week on Wednesday since August, my group, Fame, has been working on Christmas songs and now after this week, we are going to performing. Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have a twin! Her name is Taylor. She's my friend from Clayton Productions. She has brown hair like me, she's a little bit younger than me. We think a like, and we have the same ideas when we're together. (you've got to love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm in Washington D.C. for Thanksgiving break. I'm visiting my sister Melissa and her husband and their kids with my parents! So far I feel like it's been a week already but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was going to post this but this seems easier. I have a boyfriend, and his name is Grant. We've been going out for a week now.  We both like each other and to me, he's a wonderful guy and he's there when I need him the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm finding out that I'm allergic to cats so right now, I'm having a hard breathing as in my nose stuffed up and I can't take a deep breath very well.  I still like cats but I shouldn't touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My favorite colors are green, blue, and white or mainly anything that's light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I can't think of anything random facts, but if I were to live anywhere in the world it would be New Zealand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag ..... Grant, Kim and Craig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1654880129755682397?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1654880129755682397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1654880129755682397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1654880129755682397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1654880129755682397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/11/youve-been-tagged.html' title='You&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-308728014075456961</id><published>2007-11-09T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:17:17.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date with Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So tonight, Friday November 9th,  I went out with my friend Grant on a date.  Our other couple that was going with us couldn't be with us until 6-7  because of work. So Grant and I went to a friend's house, Allie, and watched half of X-men 2 because we had to go Grant's house to meet up with his cousin, Beezer and her date, Bryce. So his cousin is already at his house but she was waiting for her date.  Well his mom wanted Grant to practice the piano well we wait. So while he was playing, I went over to the piano and waited until he was done playing one of his songs and that's when I was playing on the piano with him and playing parts of songs that I knew on the piano.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So Bryce came and we decided to go eat. At first we were thinking Chinese and going to Panada Express but the place we thought Panada Express was, wasn't there anymore. So we decided to go to Cafe Rio.  The line was a little long but I was glad that we got there when we did becuase the line got longer.  Well we were eating and something we was wrong with me, because I was dropping parts of my food and my knife.  Oh well!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After dinner, we went to Grant's aunt house to go and pick up stuff to make a miniture golf game. Well they were in the middle of watching Brother Bear, so we sat down and watched the movie while eating cake and ice cream. (Well Grant and I just had the ice cream).  It was the father's birthday, which I didn't know about until we were leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since we left their house at 9 and I needed to get home at 10, we decided not to do the minture golf idea and instead go to Dani's to play capture the flag. We used stuffed dogs for the flags and divided the store and chose our side to hide our dog.  Beezer and Bryce won, I wished we could of played another game but my mom wanted me home at 10. So I got home and Grant said goodbye and hugged me.  I was home 15 minutes early!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had a great time!!! ( Sorry, no pictures this time) :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-308728014075456961?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/308728014075456961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=308728014075456961' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/308728014075456961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/308728014075456961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/11/date-with-grant.html' title='A Date with Grant'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-8233059228451806711</id><published>2007-11-05T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T17:58:59.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is one of my favorite poems. We say it a lot at my dance place, Clayton Productions. I thought I would share it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;      "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We assk ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciuosly give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. "    - Marianne Williamsom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-8233059228451806711?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8233059228451806711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=8233059228451806711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8233059228451806711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8233059228451806711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-poem.html' title='My favorite Poem'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-3516060630183694169</id><published>2007-11-04T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:26:11.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye to a Good Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This Saturday was the hardest for me and many of my friends. My friend Austin had joined the Marines and is leaving tomorrow, November 5th. Austin is a great ballroom dancer, gentleman, and a great friend. I have only known him for a little more than a year and now he is leaving. Everyone that I know who knows him, for the most part, was there on Saturday for his goodbye party. We ate dinner, played games and watched a slide show that my friends Abbie and Randi put together and we all went to the M.A.C ( Murray Art Center) for some ballroom dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As the night rolled by, we were all having a great time, taking our turns to dance with Austin one last time, even the guys but that's a different story. When it was getting close to leave, we were all crying on one side of the room. Saying goodbye to a wonderful friend, who we may see in 4 years or maybe never again, was so hard to do for all of us and for him too, to say goodbye to his friends that he has known for a long time and to say goodbye to his family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Austin, if you read this, we all are going to miss you dearly and we say good luck in the marines and we all hope that you will return to us safely. You have been a great friend to all of us and to many of us, you were like a brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129190403009826370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Ry6LfvS-TkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/p6gd2lWihBU/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Austin and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129190398714859058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Ry6LffS-TjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uYbUTAZOxz4/s320/DSCN0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone surrounding Austin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-3516060630183694169?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3516060630183694169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=3516060630183694169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3516060630183694169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/3516060630183694169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/11/saying-goodbye-to-good-friend.html' title='Saying Goodbye to a Good Friend'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Ry6LfvS-TkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/p6gd2lWihBU/s72-c/DSCN0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-621476205899256890</id><published>2007-10-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:30:25.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For a while, I wanted to do something a little different with my hair. Since it was U.E.A. I figure it would be a perfect time to do it. So yesterday, I made an appointment to get my hair trimmed and layered. I went to a salon school so it would be cheaper but also you have a teacher walking around making sure everything is going alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It took an hour and half but I liked we they did. At first, they had a hard time trying to figure out what I was asking so they gave me a scrapbooking with different styles and I chosed the one I wanted. Well here's the results. ( Sorry if these pictures aren't very good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166977941025202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RydbM5hJsbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hmn_-eZ6X5E/s320/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166990825927106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RydbNphJscI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CMF8A_em2cw/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166999415861714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RydbOJhJsdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nD8Hcd3xjWQ/s320/DSCN0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-621476205899256890?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/621476205899256890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=621476205899256890' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/621476205899256890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/621476205899256890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hair-cut.html' title='My Hair Cut'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RydbM5hJsbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hmn_-eZ6X5E/s72-c/DSCN0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-8617168006418176794</id><published>2007-10-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:19:42.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Mash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Last night was Monster Mash, which was girl's choice, and so I asked my friend Jake who does Clayton Production and is in my group. Well started off with picking up the guys an hour late because Madi went to get fangs for her dat and start making dinner, and Suzann was the one who was driving so Madi and I were waiting for her to come and get us so we could go get our dates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We went back to Madi's house for dinner. Dinner went great, for it was a chance for everyone to get to know Jake and Jake to know everyone. After dinner we all went to put on our fangs because we were all vampires. Sadly it took two hours to get them on. I know, that's long but while people who were done talked, played the paino and just hang out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then we went to the dance about 9. So we were an hour and half late but that's okay. We did our pictures once we got there because Jake, Madi and I wanted to take out our fangs. After pictures it was time to dance. I have to say it was fun, dancing with Jake. We goofed off and did many Clayton moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After the dance we went to find haunted house that was opened. Well the two that we wanted to go weren't opened so we went back to Madi's house and after 20 minutes I needed to get my date home and to get me home on time. (Yes, I drove my date home and there was no kissing just hugging!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jake had a great time and so did I. Even though we didn't do much, he had fun with my friends and my friends loved him. Jake fitted in just great!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125768339020951922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RyJjJZhJsXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XkQu2W86WJY/s320/DSCN0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Jake and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125768347610886546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RyJjJ5hJsZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jd8WQMTwdRE/s320/DSCN0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125768360495788450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RyJjKphJsaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zD9iAzMe24o/s320/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125768343315919234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RyJjJphJsYI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7XmjQH4gShk/s320/DSCN0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Say goodnight boys!!! (Suzann and Anthony or Sora, Madi and Gavin, Jake and I)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-8617168006418176794?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8617168006418176794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=8617168006418176794' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8617168006418176794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/8617168006418176794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/10/monster-mash.html' title='Monster Mash!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RyJjJZhJsXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XkQu2W86WJY/s72-c/DSCN0364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-2444439078331845405</id><published>2007-10-21T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:42:44.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it's a long story of how I became grounded and really it wasn't much of a grounding. I love my parents. Anyway, it was the Thursday after my brithday, and my friend Kristy wanted to take me to a movie for a brithday present. So I invited Grant and we, both invited Ethan so Kristy wouldn't feel left out and she was competely fine with me inviting people to come a long. So we went and saw Hairspray (very cheesy movie) and after the movie, Krist seemed upset but at the time we didn't know why. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So later that night, Grant and Ethan randomly shows up to my door step and so we were talking and my nieghbor drives by asking if we had a white dog, and if so it was wondering the streets. Well it was Daisy and we had forgotten that we left her outside. So I ran and grabbed her and mom comes out, takes Daisy and I introduced her to Grant and Ethan. Then she told we to wrap it up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 minutes later, she comes out again, asking me a question and tells me again to wrap it up. 22 minutes later, she angry and tells me to come inside. So I told them goodbye and went inside and I got grounded for not obeying quickly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, most of my grounding is done except for msn messager. I'm still grounded from that for two more weeks, so if you're wondering why I haven't been on this is why. I'm happy though because now I can go to Monster Mash, Austin's goodbye party and hanging out with my friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I also found  out that my friend Lance is going on his mission to Santa Maria, Brazil. Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-2444439078331845405?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2444439078331845405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=2444439078331845405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2444439078331845405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/2444439078331845405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-grounded.html' title='Being Grounded'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7401222498151500871</id><published>2007-09-24T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:27:50.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well last Thursday, I found out that I pneumonia.  For a month, I have been coughing before school even started, and then last week I was feeling like I had a fever, and my ribs hurt from coughing too much. So I got my medication and started taking it that night I went to the doctors. Well the next day wasn't a good day to go to school. I went to my 1b period, feeling a little sick and a little tired (that because I was in a comfortable seat).  After I had social dance and trust me, I didn't feel like dancing at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I walked in and my friend Carly looked at me and knew that I didn't feel very well. So she made me sit down. Well instead I laid down and she was making sure that I was okay. Class hadn't started yet and I was the floor crying for no reason. Class had finally started and after 10 minutes of being on the floor, I sat up and tears were still coming down. Carly saw me and told me that I need to go home. I didn't argue and stood up and we told the teacher that I was going home. Carly didn't trust me drivbing home so she took me home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later I found the my medications were making feel sick, the side effects at least. I'm fine but I still have a few side effects now and then. I just hope that I can feel better on my brithday on Friday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-7401222498151500871?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7401222498151500871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7401222498151500871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7401222498151500871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7401222498151500871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-sick.html' title='Being Sick'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7950225863910332100</id><published>2007-09-18T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:10:26.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This last Saturday was my high school's homecoming dance. I was asked by someone in my ward and his name is Gabe or Gabriel. He's new to the school and ward and he's from Brazil. Well we started off our day with breakfast at Bobby Cannon's house. It was a very nice breakfast with crepes, bacon and fruit. After breakfast, we went to the football game and stayed until halftime and then left for Park City. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We arrive in Park City and went to get our tickets for the zipline but we had to wait for a couple because Bobby's date was a cheerleader and had to be a the game. So we did the trampolines with the cords so you can do back-flips. That was fun because I did a double backflip and almost hit my head. Then once the other couple came we rode the zipline which was awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we went home to get ready for the dance. Before we went to the dance, we had some dinner. At the dance, I had so much fun and I found out my date is a good dancer! After the dance, we went but to Bobby's house and had ice cream and Abby's date went crazy once we got there. It took us an hour before we could we started our activity which was to tie- dye T-shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Gabe took me home at midnight and that's what happened with me for homecoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111731041981831554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RvCETLCqGYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zb3wZeOPxUQ/s320/DSCN0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;This is me, in my dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111731046276798866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RvCETbCqGZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8dVSM-Hym2Q/s320/DSCN0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;This is me and Gabe ( Isn't he cute?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-7950225863910332100?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7950225863910332100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7950225863910332100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7950225863910332100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7950225863910332100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/09/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RvCETLCqGYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zb3wZeOPxUQ/s72-c/DSCN0360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1427233276835387204</id><published>2007-09-04T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:59:22.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles M. Astle Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4muAdTAQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ITpdFfendb0/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106561599323439362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4muAdTAQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ITpdFfendb0/s320/DSCN0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Sunday August 26th, 2007 at about 3 am in the morning, my grandpa had died in his sleep. My parents and I were in Las Vegas for my nephew's blessing and my sister Cindy's open house. At 4 am., my mom gave a little scare while waking me up. After she told me the news of what had happen I was shocked, sad and happy for him. I had not seen my grandpa since Cindy's wedding and it was hard to believe that he's gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this Labor day weekend, was when my family flew back in for the funeral. The viewing was on Monday, September 3rd and the funeral was today, (Tuesday September 4th) . Finally seeing him, it was hard and a little weird but I was glad that he was with his sweetheart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grandpa was a wonderful grandfather, great-grandfather and a father. He always had little sayings for example, 'I'm great for the shape I'm in,' 'I love you the mostest.' He had nothing wrong to say about anyone and was always happy and cheerful. He loved ice cream, which I love too!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My favorite memories of going to his house and always eating ice cream everytime we visit. When Him and my grandma always came for Christma morning at 8 o'clock and watching us opening our presents and seeing what we got&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106562222093697378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4nSQdTAWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EhjdwVY9hog/s320/DSCN0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;My Parents next to my Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106562213503762770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4nRwdTAVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ijAHWNOPHcA/s320/DSCN0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Nancy, me, Judy and Sue ( my aunts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106561620798275890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4mvQdTATI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cCcxgK--KRQ/s320/DSCN0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Me with Ashley and Jeff ( two of my cousins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106561607913373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4mugdTARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NWzCX70EupI/s320/DSCN0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grandpa and his Children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106561625093243202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4mvgdTAUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FFr5psydRp8/s320/DSCN0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My family !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandpa I will miss you very much and I'm glad you're with your sweetheart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1427233276835387204?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1427233276835387204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1427233276835387204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1427233276835387204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1427233276835387204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/09/charles-m-astle-jr.html' title='Charles M. Astle Jr.'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rt4muAdTAQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ITpdFfendb0/s72-c/DSCN0356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-9117161374530276114</id><published>2007-08-27T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:43:21.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103621488050897058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtO0tAdTAKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hQsQ8VyfMzc/s320/DSCN0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, August 26th, my nephew Aaron was blessed. Two hours before Angela and Eric's church started, Eric's parents and his sister Bonnie and her husband came over along with Cindy and Billy. We ate Burgers and took a lot of pictures. We talked and enjoy ourselves. The blessing was beautiful, Eric and Aaron was perfected too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103621457986125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtO0rQdTAGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_SmEbYqxW2Y/s320/DSCN0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Angela, Eric and Aaron with my parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103621475165995138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtO0sQdTAII/AAAAAAAAAGE/eFWXrhrjIxM/s320/DSCN0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaron with the aunts and uncles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103621466576060530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtO0rwdTAHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0h3j9Zlb4kE/s320/DSCN0330.JPG" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103621479460962450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtO0sgdTAJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uS8eaVY_Ls8/s320/DSCN0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Bell Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-9117161374530276114?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9117161374530276114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=9117161374530276114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/9117161374530276114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/9117161374530276114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/aarons-blessing.html' title='Aaron&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtO0tAdTAKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hQsQ8VyfMzc/s72-c/DSCN0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-1067322841704292826</id><published>2007-08-27T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:29:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Houses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On Friday, my parents and I drove to Cedar City for Billy and Cindy's open house at Billy's parent's ward. Few showed up but it was still fun to talk and enjoy the wonderful food! On Saturday, we all drive to Las Vegas for another open house but sadly, I left early with Angela and Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103617489436344370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOxEQdTADI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JVKOZclAGfA/s320/DSCN0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cindy and Billy being silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOxEwdTAEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NuXcfvbrb_4/s1600-h/DSCN0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103617498026278978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOxEwdTAEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NuXcfvbrb_4/s320/DSCN0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Billy and Cindy kissing which they love to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOxFAdTAFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oF2rd-ds7Lo/s1600-h/DSCN0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103617502321246290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOxFAdTAFI/AAAAAAAAAFs/oF2rd-ds7Lo/s320/DSCN0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-1067322841704292826?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1067322841704292826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=1067322841704292826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1067322841704292826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/1067322841704292826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/open-houses.html' title='Open Houses!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOxEQdTADI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JVKOZclAGfA/s72-c/DSCN0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-610578304086375691</id><published>2007-08-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:17:05.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Thursday, I had nothing to do! So I went with Craig and his family up Millcreek Canyon for a little birthday party with Cherise's side of the family. I mainly read 'Eclipse' and took a few pictures. Carrie played with her cousins in the river and everyone else was talking or eating or doing both. It was beautiful with the sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103614938225770498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOuvwdTAAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0vp3RuPDLTc/s320/DSCN0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Craig with his two kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrie and her beautiful smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103614942520737810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOuwAdTABI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V2hcPEEoC4M/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103614951110672418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOuwgdTACI/AAAAAAAAAFU/deENnb8b1z0/s320/DSCN0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherise's brother, Mac and his youngest daughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-610578304086375691?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/610578304086375691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=610578304086375691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/610578304086375691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/610578304086375691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/up-in-mountains.html' title='Up in the Mountains'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOuvwdTAAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0vp3RuPDLTc/s72-c/DSCN0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-7070051895779885841</id><published>2007-08-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:05:35.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon with Craig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Tuesday, I went to Lagoon with Craig, Cherise and their 2 adorable kids. We went on the kid's rides and later I found some friends, Carly and Aubrey. While Craig and his family went to go play in the water park, I went of with my two friends and ride a lot of rides. Around dinner time, I said goodbye to them and went to finally find my brother. It was a fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103610763517558690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq8wdS_6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/27OPR63IBso/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me, riding the Merry Go Round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq9AdS_7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bv1-L-prmr8/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103610767812526002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq9AdS_7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Bv1-L-prmr8/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrie and Jonthan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq9QdS_8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/--zeK93iLx4/s1600-h/DSCN0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103610772107493314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq9QdS_8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/--zeK93iLx4/s320/DSCN0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, on a miniture swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq9gdS_9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XT6VtEITjLQ/s1600-h/DSCN0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103610776402460626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq9gdS_9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/XT6VtEITjLQ/s320/DSCN0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie and Jonthan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq-AdS_-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4TGe8AWE8Jg/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103610784992395234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq-AdS_-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4TGe8AWE8Jg/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Carrie and Cherise waving the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103612704842776562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOstwdS__I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ojYaGnGFzaA/s320/DSCN0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aubrey, Carly and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-7070051895779885841?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7070051895779885841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=7070051895779885841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7070051895779885841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/7070051895779885841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/lagoon-with-craig.html' title='Lagoon with Craig!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOq8wdS_6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/27OPR63IBso/s72-c/DSCN0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-4403564462950325904</id><published>2007-08-27T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:50:11.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Saturday, August 18th, 2007, my sister Cindy got married in the Salt Lake Temple to Billy or William Marquardt. During their cermony, I got stuck with all the neices and nephews. Thank goodness for my Cousin Coco and Kristen,  they helped me so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the cermony, we all went to take pictures with the new couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/F7B9iE-k7yo/s1600-h/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607022601043810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/F7B9iE-k7yo/s320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy and Billy (Aren't they a cute couple?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607018306076498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOniwdS_1I/AAAAAAAAADs/_F8R0bSvGcs/s320/cindy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The beautiful Bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUEhc5vD8K4/s1600-h/familyfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607022601043826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUEhc5vD8K4/s320/familyfunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family picture with style! (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zVg1FDpv3ZY/s1600-h/famly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607022601043842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/zVg1FDpv3ZY/s320/famly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjQdS_5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ORq3sldI3Dc/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103607026896011154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjQdS_5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ORq3sldI3Dc/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cute couple with the beautiful temple behind them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-4403564462950325904?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4403564462950325904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=4403564462950325904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4403564462950325904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/4403564462950325904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/cindys-wedding.html' title='Cindy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RtOnjAdS_2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/F7B9iE-k7yo/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-134382150675234360</id><published>2007-08-20T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T13:57:43.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn8nI5NNII/AAAAAAAAACU/0i_CTWa4D0U/s1600-h/DSCN0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100885802306319490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn8nI5NNII/AAAAAAAAACU/0i_CTWa4D0U/s320/DSCN0248.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9C45NNJI/AAAAAAAAACc/0DV4rvcY4iY/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100886279047689362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9C45NNJI/AAAAAAAAACc/0DV4rvcY4iY/s320/DSCN0249.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9C45NNJI/AAAAAAAAACc/0DV4rvcY4iY/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9C45NNJI/AAAAAAAAACc/0DV4rvcY4iY/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9C45NNJI/AAAAAAAAACc/0DV4rvcY4iY/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;This is my dog, Daisy, on the left. She's tired with having 3 and 2 year olds chasing her. The dog on the right is my sister's dog, Sugar. She's also tired if you can't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9oI5NNKI/AAAAAAAAACk/VI2-LQoOp84/s1600-h/DSCN0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100886918997816482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn9oI5NNKI/AAAAAAAAACk/VI2-LQoOp84/s320/DSCN0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn-B45NNLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qr7zcSm6W78/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100887361379447986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn-B45NNLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qr7zcSm6W78/s320/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;On the top, it's me holding my nephew, Aaron and next to me is my sister Kim with her little boy, Alex. (Like my hair?) On the right, is the mother's of the two boys, Aaron and Alex. Cute, Aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-134382150675234360?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/134382150675234360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=134382150675234360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/134382150675234360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/134382150675234360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/Rsn8nI5NNII/AAAAAAAAACU/0i_CTWa4D0U/s72-c/DSCN0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-451737107142879119</id><published>2007-08-05T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T19:56:34.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     This weekend, I went to Yellowstone with my Young Women and Young Men for Youth Conference. It was a long drive there and back. It was a lot fun, filming movies, swimming at Firehole River, seeing Old faithful, going boating and jumping on the water trampoline!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      My favorite part was when we were driving out of Yellowstone Park when we saw a Buffalo and we pulled over and Gab jumped out of the car and ran after it to take a picture. Well he got his picture and didn't get killed but that Buffalo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095413187110117986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraLTAmKImI/AAAAAAAAACM/BAeDYxOBAp0/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003300;"&gt;Elk in Yellowstone Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraK8gmKIlI/AAAAAAAAACE/8yVZ8QKWH8s/s1600-h/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095412800563061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraK8gmKIlI/AAAAAAAAACE/8yVZ8QKWH8s/s320/DSCN0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003300;"&gt;Holly, me and Gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraKbQmKIkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5h72O52L8zg/s1600-h/DSCN0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095412229332410946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraKbQmKIkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5h72O52L8zg/s320/DSCN0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Holly, Amy and Gab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraKNgmKIjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y3Ua5kjWw5g/s1600-h/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095411993109209650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraKNgmKIjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Y3Ua5kjWw5g/s320/DSCN0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#003300;"&gt;Jenni and I standing in a river at Yellowstone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#003300;"&gt;It was nice and warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraKAgmKIiI/AAAAAAAAABs/V_MdiYLmpsM/s1600-h/DSCN0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095411769770910242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraKAgmKIiI/AAAAAAAAABs/V_MdiYLmpsM/s320/DSCN0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;Conner, Camron, Jenni, me, Amy, Elle and Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;at Earthquake Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraJyAmKIhI/AAAAAAAAABk/99G365wBbPw/s1600-h/DSCN0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095411520662807058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraJyAmKIhI/AAAAAAAAABk/99G365wBbPw/s320/DSCN0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Bishop, Gab, Scott and his dad, Blake &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-451737107142879119?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/451737107142879119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=451737107142879119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/451737107142879119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/451737107142879119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/youth-conference.html' title='Youth Conference'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RraLTAmKImI/AAAAAAAAACM/BAeDYxOBAp0/s72-c/DSCN0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-5384874339953100088</id><published>2007-08-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:43:27.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron and Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093754964661641666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RrCnJwmKIcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LA4XNKpQ2q8/s320/Aaron+Tyler+Bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Aaron Tyler Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093757451447706114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RrCpagmKIgI/AAAAAAAAABc/CN9lOBHp58w/s320/Alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Alexander James Ethington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;This summer two of my sisters had both a baby boy. My sister Angela had her boy on Sunday July 15th. He was 8 lbs and 12oz. They named him, Aaron Tyler Bell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093755089215693266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RrCnRAmKIdI/AAAAAAAAABE/-KvBCLu8UBk/s320/Angela,+Eric,+and+Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Bell Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yesterday, July 31, my oldest sister Kim had her 5th child. He was born at 3:45 p.m. He was 8lbs, and 5oz. They named him Alexander James Ethington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093756472195162594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RrCohgmKIeI/AAAAAAAAABM/sPcNSZlbLZ8/s320/The+parents+and+Alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kim and Scott and Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093756798612677106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RrCo0gmKIfI/AAAAAAAAABU/A23FWk6fO8A/s320/The+Ethignton+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Ethington Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-5384874339953100088?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5384874339953100088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=5384874339953100088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5384874339953100088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/5384874339953100088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/08/aaron-and-alex.html' title='Aaron and Alex'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6SOK-BFuhQ/RrCnJwmKIcI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LA4XNKpQ2q8/s72-c/Aaron+Tyler+Bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097944388120286468.post-6801545408773571457</id><published>2007-07-31T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:13:14.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>Hi my name is dancergirl or Becca. This is my first time and I know for a fact that I won't update my blog that much. Please enjoy my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dancergirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4097944388120286468-6801545408773571457?l=colebydancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6801545408773571457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4097944388120286468&amp;postID=6801545408773571457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/6801545408773571457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4097944388120286468/posts/default/6801545408773571457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colebydancer.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-bloggers.html' title='Hi Bloggers!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17216938882608837925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
