<?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-5576617347554529199</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:18:08.211-07:00</updated><category term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Star's Corner of the Sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3212569163709463385</id><published>2012-01-26T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:57:20.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Landen SO much</title><content type='html'>My brother Landen is one of the funniest people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fz89xwTyym4/TyItec8fp0I/AAAAAAAAASM/9okgB38fO3E/s1600/DSC05696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fz89xwTyym4/TyItec8fp0I/AAAAAAAAASM/9okgB38fO3E/s320/DSC05696.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Case and point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text from Starlee to Landen:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just saw the 24-year-old version of you! Crazy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Text from Landen to Starlee:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No way! I just saw the 67-year-old version of you! Weird!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3212569163709463385?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3212569163709463385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-landen-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3212569163709463385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3212569163709463385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-landen-so-much.html' title='I love Landen SO much'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fz89xwTyym4/TyItec8fp0I/AAAAAAAAASM/9okgB38fO3E/s72-c/DSC05696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-602657311970830894</id><published>2012-01-25T17:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:30:01.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, nothing too out of the usual... except&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;APPLY FOR GRADUATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya, no big deal - i'm just 11 weeks away from my masters degree. Feel free to count down with me! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-602657311970830894?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/602657311970830894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-i-do-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/602657311970830894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/602657311970830894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-did-i-do-today.html' title='What did I do today?'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7007311962720074353</id><published>2012-01-19T11:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:50:46.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to Great</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the book Good to Great by Jim Collins for one of my classes and the opening page reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good is the enemy of great. &amp;nbsp;And that is one of the reasons why we have so little that becomes great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - this got me thinking. &amp;nbsp;I feel that there are quite a few things I have become &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;at over the years, but have I become truly &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at anything? Probably not yet. &amp;nbsp;Will I become great at anything? I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;How does someone become great? Who is the judge of great? How long does it take to become great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy - I want to hear what you are good at right now, and how you plan to become great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7007311962720074353?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7007311962720074353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-to-great.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7007311962720074353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7007311962720074353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-to-great.html' title='Good to Great'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4004560282326525900</id><published>2012-01-14T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:02:02.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a lovely weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, i'm loving how my worlds are&amp;nbsp;colliding&amp;nbsp;and allowing me to enjoy the very best of both my worlds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salsa dancing with a few of my very favorite Provo friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gymnastic night with all my SLC besties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serious organization project - the garage. I'll have to post before/after pictures, it was a rather intense project. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;{Note: Professional organizer would be in my top 5 of dream jobs, right after travel show hostess, &amp;amp; Spy, and right before flight attendant &amp;amp; movie star.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to top it all off, a little Miss America and a fresh coat of nail polish!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm, the only trouble i'm going to have with my new life&amp;nbsp;arrangements&amp;nbsp;is finding time for homework &amp;amp; job searching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am LOVING life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-4004560282326525900?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4004560282326525900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/such-lovely-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4004560282326525900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4004560282326525900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2012/01/such-lovely-weekend.html' title='Such a lovely weekend'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1131873172979564600</id><published>2011-12-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:38:28.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone knows ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC0xjFDiLXA/TvVia4ilMuI/AAAAAAAAARU/-Rn7Z02xeGg/s1600/DSC06524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC0xjFDiLXA/TvVia4ilMuI/AAAAAAAAARU/-Rn7Z02xeGg/s320/DSC06524.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the second best way is through sugar cookies!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKHAoBh0PJk/TvViz2ozz6I/AAAAAAAAARs/SxdLC5Q2iwc/s1600/DSC06528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKHAoBh0PJk/TvViz2ozz6I/AAAAAAAAARs/SxdLC5Q2iwc/s320/DSC06528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here is wishing you all a very merry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MB3fI2W0An8/TvVi8GWgf8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Eu_hOdqjrp0/s1600/DSC06531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MB3fI2W0An8/TvVi8GWgf8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/Eu_hOdqjrp0/s320/DSC06531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; sweet Christmas season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Du4yzgDpA14/TvVjD1g3gzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G_vsAodN20I/s1600/DSC06534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Du4yzgDpA14/TvVjD1g3gzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G_vsAodN20I/s320/DSC06534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Jaden and I hope your holiday season is fully of yummy icing}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1131873172979564600?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1131873172979564600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/everyone-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1131873172979564600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1131873172979564600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/everyone-knows.html' title='Everyone knows ...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC0xjFDiLXA/TvVia4ilMuI/AAAAAAAAARU/-Rn7Z02xeGg/s72-c/DSC06524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3564921278007297051</id><published>2011-12-14T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:26:06.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! I'm being held hostage...</title><content type='html'>by finals week! Demands still left to fulfill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Program Eval paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terms test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ethics essay exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grantwell reflection essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so very close, and yet no matter how much I do it just keeps going....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjPOK65qyVw/TuhOPlQi0QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PWGhtWoUpsw/s1600/DSC06503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjPOK65qyVw/TuhOPlQi0QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PWGhtWoUpsw/s320/DSC06503.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's about this time of night that I really wish &lt;a href="http://devastatingexplosions.com/" target="_blank"&gt;this button&lt;/a&gt; were real. &amp;nbsp;And that it was possible to blow up finals week!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Be honest, it's strangely&amp;nbsp;therapeutic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3564921278007297051?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3564921278007297051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/help-im-being-held-hostage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3564921278007297051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3564921278007297051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/help-im-being-held-hostage.html' title='Help! I&apos;m being held hostage...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjPOK65qyVw/TuhOPlQi0QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PWGhtWoUpsw/s72-c/DSC06503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1844265132052236153</id><published>2011-12-08T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:37:17.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in LINKS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/403811/december-07-2011/-the-nutcracker--ballet-performance" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Be-Hepburn-Hilton-World/dp/1599951835" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; looks like a fun book...but at this point any book that doesn't talk about program evaluation or team tactics looks great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=T_lh5fR4DMA" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; proves my mom is always right. &amp;nbsp;She's been warning me for years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to see &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0LQnQSrC-g" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, oh and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHBHMtl9YWw" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feministmormonhousewives.org/?p=7259" target="_blank"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; says about everything I would like to on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;I relate to &lt;a href="http://ceejandem.blogspot.com/2010/02/graduate-school-barbie-tm.html" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; a little more than I would like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bK8xB1opuQ8" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i'm going back to studying. :) Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1844265132052236153?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1844265132052236153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-life-in-links.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1844265132052236153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1844265132052236153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-life-in-links.html' title='My life in LINKS :)'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7825160737402386357</id><published>2011-12-05T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:15:41.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball decisions</title><content type='html'>Today I let two classmates decide if I would take International HR next semester over a game of foosball. &amp;nbsp;If Oliver won, I would &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; take the class, If Andrew won, I would. &amp;nbsp;Oliver won - i'm not taking International HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good about my decision. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also aware that i'm losing my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7825160737402386357?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7825160737402386357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/foosball-decisions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7825160737402386357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7825160737402386357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/foosball-decisions.html' title='Foosball decisions'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5072513437057167814</id><published>2011-12-01T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:10:18.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day - um, the rest of them....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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day) for a whole month.&amp;nbsp; Well shoot, now I’ve missed the whole secondhalf of November, but I would hate for anyone to think that I ran out of thingsto be thankful for.&amp;nbsp; So here are just afew of the many things in my life that I’m extremely thankful for – even thoughI don’t blog about them. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*My Dearest AMAZING &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt;Mother.&amp;nbsp; I am forever grateful forthe spectacular woman she is and the sacrifices she has made in her life toALWAYS be there for me no matter what! I am especially grateful that we are nownot only mother and daughter, but &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; friends.&amp;nbsp;I am the luckiest girl in the world to have her in my life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Holidays, and an excuse to get together with family &amp;amp;friends and do nothing but eat and talk and nap and watch movies and thinkabout homework instead of actually doing it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*A driving buddy – lets be honest, I used to dread my drivesback to Provo, but with Skyler in the car we always have a blast, and I don’thave to worry about falling asleep, even when we roll in at 12:30 am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Pictures, yes I am thankful for pictures.&amp;nbsp; You don’t know quite how much you love themuntil you lose a couple years worth.&amp;nbsp;They are one of the only things you can take with you through your lifeto remind you of all the wonderful blessings you have had throughout your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Modern Family.&amp;nbsp; Ifyou have seen this show, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, thenit’s about time you take a break from whatever you’re doing and rewardyourself! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*BYU.&amp;nbsp; Yup, I’m sovery thankful for this experience I’m having in good ol’ Provo.&amp;nbsp; Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not planning onspending any extra time here, but I am grateful for every second.&amp;nbsp; Ok, there are a few seconds I’m sure I couldhave lived without, but I am amazed at how much my life has changed while I’vebeen here and I will always owe some of who I am to this little blue town.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*True friends! Lets face it, I’m not always the best friend agirl could ask for, but I am thankful for all the amazing friends that stand bymy side through the thick and thin.&amp;nbsp; Ihave been truly blessed to have some spectacular people in my life!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Christmas music! I’m one of those that refuses to listen toit before Thanksgiving, but you better believe I get my fill in December! :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Books. Oh how I love to read and can't wait until school is over so I can read books that &lt;i&gt;I choose&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;all day long!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Yay for the Christmas season – I’m so thankful for anopportunity to put life on hold for 2 weeks to just celebrate the birth andlife of Christ. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Last but not least, I’m grateful to be a member of a churchthat has instilled the importance of gratitude in my life.&amp;nbsp; What a blessing it is to have such wonderful examples in my life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Our society is afflicted by a spirit of thoughtless arrogance unbecoming those who have been so magnificently blessed. &amp;nbsp;How grateful we should be for the bounties we enjoy." ~ Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5072513437057167814?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5072513437057167814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/thankful-day-um-rest-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5072513437057167814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5072513437057167814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/12/thankful-day-um-rest-of-them.html' title='Thankful day - um, the rest of them....'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-438316378913288564</id><published>2011-11-17T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:51:24.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day 17 - the appendix</title><content type='html'>Right now I am so so so thankful that I am done with the blasted appendix for my paper. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;53 pages &lt;/b&gt;people, for an 8 page paper.... oh grad school, why the insanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am on paper number 2 already and it's not even 8 yet! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-438316378913288564?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/438316378913288564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-17-appendix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/438316378913288564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/438316378913288564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-17-appendix.html' title='Thankful day 17 - the appendix'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7644437445818294267</id><published>2011-11-16T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:42:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful days 14 - 16</title><content type='html'>Thankful day 16 - Perspective&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that even on the hard days I can keep a little perspective. &amp;nbsp;Here is my list for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do or Die :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* Grantwell paper - my portion (Monday)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Figure out what is wrong with Grantwell - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ASAP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Grantwell excel - email out ASAP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Grantwell paper to Susie - Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Ethics book report - Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Team paper to Marianne by thursday night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Appendix for team paper to team by thursday &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at 9 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Final Team paper to Ashley by 9 am Sat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Prepare lesson - before sunday at 1... I guess &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;technically 2 buy Kyler may hate me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="s2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Measurement tools draft (to be graded) - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;span class="s3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Interpretation section draft (to be graded) - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Validity section draft - Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Exec Lectures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Work at some point - if I enjoy eating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Civil discourse blog &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the case that these are not completed on time I can always move to Italy and become a gypsy with Holly... We will find Italian lovers, eat pasta 24/7, learn a beautiful language and buy amazing shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;Thankfully Holly promised to quit life with me if I don't make it...I have to admit that after thinking about it, I may prefer my failure plan to my real life plan....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful day 15 - Outstanding team mates&lt;br /&gt;This is a shout out to the teams who make me love my life! &amp;nbsp;Nothing makes a class better than an awesome team or worse than a lame team. &amp;nbsp;I am eternally grateful for the rockstar Grantwell team I have this year (I had a pretty outstanding one last year too). &amp;nbsp;Today I am thankful for people that not only pull their own weight, but look for ways to lift others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful day 14 -&amp;nbsp;not having roommates&lt;br /&gt;I love coming home to a place I feel is mine. &amp;nbsp;I'm thankful to have had a 'roommate experience' so that I can fully appreciate NOT having one. &amp;nbsp;Skyler is so much fun to live with and I so appreciate the opportunity to live with a best friend instead of a stranger! I am a very lucky girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7644437445818294267?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7644437445818294267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-14-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7644437445818294267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7644437445818294267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-14-16.html' title='Thankful days 14 - 16'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1163107776139021972</id><published>2011-11-13T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:19:47.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful days 11 - 13</title><content type='html'>Thankful day 13 - Family Wards&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; family wards. &amp;nbsp;Relief Society is more enjoyable with babys babbling in the background, Sunday School is more meaningful when coming from someone who has a little more life experience, and Sacrament meeting isn't as long when you have someone to share their &amp;nbsp;Cherios and coloring books with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful day 12 - Ballet&lt;br /&gt;Sort of a random thing to be thankful for today, but as I was leaving the tanner at 6:30 at night, I looked over to the RB and could see in the upstairs window of all the beautiful ballerinas taking class. &amp;nbsp;I longed to be one of them. &amp;nbsp;Then as I stood there (looking completely&amp;nbsp;ridiculous&amp;nbsp;and slightly stalker-ish i'm sure), I was overwhelmed by how lucky I was to be one of them...even if it didn't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for wonderful teachers that taught me so much more than ballet, the opportunity I had and still have to express my feelings through my body, for a family that was always so supportive, and even for these darn ancle pains that remind me that I used to dance on my toes &amp;amp; loved &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful day 11- Veterans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. &amp;nbsp;The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. &amp;nbsp;The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. - John Stuart Mill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those 'better men' {&amp;amp; women} who have fought and continue to fight to keep me FREE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1163107776139021972?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1163107776139021972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-11-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1163107776139021972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1163107776139021972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-11-13.html' title='Thankful days 11 - 13'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1033981840738106711</id><published>2011-11-10T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:46:51.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day 10 - Great Grandma Nora</title><content type='html'>I am eternally thankful for the my dear great grandma Nora. &amp;nbsp;Her example is forever with me. &amp;nbsp;She is the perfect role-model of hard work, strength, faith, and love. &amp;nbsp;I have never met a more Christ-like woman! &amp;nbsp;She will be remembered for her love of the arts, her thirst for knowledge, her&amp;nbsp;commitment&amp;nbsp;to healthy living and her strong&amp;nbsp;testimony&amp;nbsp;and willingness to share. &amp;nbsp;She is not only remembered, but adored by her 7 children, 51 grandchildren and 124 great grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXWEN3aI74/Tr3rc_ZH4hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RVFKmUU8lkU/s1600/311463_2394474699401_1176938735_32376381_8095848_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXWEN3aI74/Tr3rc_ZH4hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RVFKmUU8lkU/s320/311463_2394474699401_1176938735_32376381_8095848_n.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nora Rust Mickelson 1934&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Being the oldest great grand child, Grandma was always on my case about getting married and geting her 5th generation here so that she could die.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; {Talk about adverse incentives} &lt;/span&gt;I always joked around with her, even though she took it very seriously. &amp;nbsp;Now that she got sick of waiting, I know I really have to watch my back - that woman always found a way to get what she wanted, and I have a feeling she has a lot more power now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJnd2mfaA20/Tr3n3N5v_jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yCm9NOT40Ts/s1600/DSC00270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJnd2mfaA20/Tr3n3N5v_jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yCm9NOT40Ts/s320/DSC00270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My hope and prayer is that I can grow up to be half the woman she was. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't seem right to talk about grandma without bringing up the gospel, so here are a few things my grandma made sure I always knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddlz6iTYE3s/Tr3oTi-l8jI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TQAwKsq0XxE/s1600/DSC06026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ddlz6iTYE3s/Tr3oTi-l8jI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TQAwKsq0XxE/s320/DSC06026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my Father lives. &amp;nbsp;I know that Jesus is the Christ. &amp;nbsp;I know that Joseph Smith is a prophet of God and restored the true and living gospel upon the earth today. &amp;nbsp;I know that families are eternal and that the reunion I was&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;to have today is no match to the one my grandma had and the one she will prepare for me one day. &amp;nbsp;I know that we are never alone, and that God always sends help when we most need it - sometimes from those we love on earth, and sometimes from those that love us from beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this knowledge and an amazing example of what it means to endure to the end! I love you grandma Nora! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1033981840738106711?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1033981840738106711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-10-great-grandma-nora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1033981840738106711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1033981840738106711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-10-great-grandma-nora.html' title='Thankful day 10 - Great Grandma Nora'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySXWEN3aI74/Tr3rc_ZH4hI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RVFKmUU8lkU/s72-c/311463_2394474699401_1176938735_32376381_8095848_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8708301510503137836</id><published>2011-11-09T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:40:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day 9 - Running</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for the ability to go running. &amp;nbsp;The blessing to live in a safe neighborhood. &amp;nbsp;The joys of running through crisp beautiful fall leaves. &amp;nbsp;The encouragement from a running buddy. &amp;nbsp;A body that functions {most of the time} to allow me to enjoy Gods beautiful creations. &amp;nbsp;And signs that remind me of people I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiDIfNy6mes/TrsTLINspGI/AAAAAAAAANg/EWVNrgxY6_A/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiDIfNy6mes/TrsTLINspGI/AAAAAAAAANg/EWVNrgxY6_A/s320/photo+%25281%2529.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YBdk32Zkug/TrsTOhZROdI/AAAAAAAAANo/fWeeJn1vya8/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YBdk32Zkug/TrsTOhZROdI/AAAAAAAAANo/fWeeJn1vya8/s320/photo+%25282%2529.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Holly - come running with us! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8708301510503137836?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8708301510503137836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-9.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8708301510503137836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8708301510503137836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-day-9.html' title='Thankful day 9 - Running'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiDIfNy6mes/TrsTLINspGI/AAAAAAAAANg/EWVNrgxY6_A/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2245289847702092876</id><published>2011-11-08T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:00:16.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Days 6-8</title><content type='html'>Thankful day 8 - The Freedom to VOTE&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for the amazing blessing it is to vote {or not vote} without any fear of what will happen to me. &amp;nbsp;The price of &lt;i&gt;FREEDOM &lt;/i&gt;is anything but free and I am grateful for the men and women who have sacrificed their lives to give me the&amp;nbsp;privilege to vote for my leaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful day 7 - MPA friends&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for wonderful friends in my program who completely understand my&amp;nbsp;frustrations&amp;nbsp;and my joys. &amp;nbsp;I would be lost if it wasn't for amazing women like this to suport me, laugh with me, cry with me, and look out for me when times get hard! &amp;nbsp;I love these girls and thank&amp;nbsp;heaven&amp;nbsp;above for them on a daily basis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6WkIVRVwVI/Trn3y30tmvI/AAAAAAAAANY/V2iyjy0M7NY/s1600/photo-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6WkIVRVwVI/Trn3y30tmvI/AAAAAAAAANY/V2iyjy0M7NY/s320/photo-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laura, Me, Patty &amp;amp; Morgan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful day 6 - Sunday Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for Sunday Family dinners at home. &amp;nbsp;Nothing in the world makes my happier than having the chance to go home on Sunday afternoons. :) Family, Friends and Food...who could ask for more?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2245289847702092876?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2245289847702092876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-6-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2245289847702092876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2245289847702092876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-6-8.html' title='Thankful Days 6-8'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6WkIVRVwVI/Trn3y30tmvI/AAAAAAAAANY/V2iyjy0M7NY/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1741579960319198389</id><published>2011-11-05T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:00:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Days 3-5</title><content type='html'>Thankful Day 5 - Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for goofy brothers! Landen came to visit this weekend, and though my house has never been messier, I sure love having him around! &amp;nbsp;It's sometimes nice to kickback, relax and eat ice cream and watch movies all night long. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr_HBI_uKpM/Trbi69ufrSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aGF0roKVkZA/s1600/DSC06442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr_HBI_uKpM/Trbi69ufrSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aGF0roKVkZA/s320/DSC06442.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful Day 4 - Eternal Families&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, November 3rd, 2011 our Heavenly Father called one of his most wonderful angel daughters back to him. &amp;nbsp;My grate-grandmother Nora Rust Mickelson past away after 99 years and 11 months on this earth. &amp;nbsp;Never have I met a more devoted, spiritual woman. &amp;nbsp;She raised my grandmother to be one of the most outstanding and strong women I know, and in turn my mother was raised the same way. &amp;nbsp;I only hope that I can live up to the wonderful legacy this woman has left on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQnoaPjYNas/TrbiCnwwK_I/AAAAAAAAANI/8Ct1Q72YRG8/s1600/DSC01852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQnoaPjYNas/TrbiCnwwK_I/AAAAAAAAANI/8Ct1Q72YRG8/s320/DSC01852.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am ever so thankful for the knowledge of eternal families and the peace this brings when we lose someone dear!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful Day 3 - My Daddy&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my wonderful father. &amp;nbsp;On Thursday night he was the key note speaker for the Marriott School National Advisory Council (The NAC) dinner. &amp;nbsp;I was so impressed with his presentation, his knowledge, and all of his years of&amp;nbsp;detection. &amp;nbsp;I was also impressed because I got to meet people like &lt;a href="https://www.artifactsgallery.com/art.asp?!=A&amp;amp;name=JamesChristensenArt&amp;amp;ID=643#LINKS"&gt;James Christiansen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://brownstoneart.com/art_gallery.php?artist=4"&gt;Frank Magelby&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I was in a room full of the CEO's from all the major companies around the world and I got all worked up by the painters. What does that say about me? And to think i'm attending business school...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to dad - He is an amazing example in my life. &amp;nbsp;He never lets me settle for less, always expects more, pushes me to become the person that he knows I am&amp;nbsp;capable&amp;nbsp;of, even when I don't see it. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't accept excuses and is the hardest worker i've ever met. &amp;nbsp;I am so grateful that my Heavenly Father sent me to my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omvFyccsXxw/TrbfCSWdhcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wpuWGHTdpvk/s1600/P1200801.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omvFyccsXxw/TrbfCSWdhcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wpuWGHTdpvk/s320/P1200801.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my Dad at Miss Utah 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1741579960319198389?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1741579960319198389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-3-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1741579960319198389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1741579960319198389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-days-3-5.html' title='Thankful Days 3-5'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr_HBI_uKpM/Trbi69ufrSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aGF0roKVkZA/s72-c/DSC06442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4047316281099853161</id><published>2011-11-02T17:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:16:58.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful day 2 - A Job</title><content type='html'>Today I am ever so thankful for a job. {mostly because i'm thankful for the money} Pretty soon it will be time to get a &lt;i&gt;real &lt;/i&gt;job, so for now i'm grateful that my job is flexible, exciting, and FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-4047316281099853161?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4047316281099853161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4047316281099853161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4047316281099853161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-2-job.html' title='Thankful day 2 - A Job'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6404782966392711893</id><published>2011-11-01T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:17:59.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thankful Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>During the month of November I always try to take note of something i'm grateful for every day...helps get me in the Thanksgiving spirit. &amp;nbsp;So this year, I've decided to share with you. &amp;nbsp;I hope it helps get you in a grateful mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for profets. &amp;nbsp;What a blessing it is to live in a time when we have men on the earth who can give us direction from our&amp;nbsp;Heavenly&amp;nbsp;Father. &amp;nbsp;And even more of a blessing to live in an area where I frequently have the opportunity to see and hear from the leaders of my church. This morning I was able to sit at the feet of one of those profets (more like half a stadium above him) and receive&amp;nbsp;guidance&amp;nbsp;and comfort. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few tid-bits that especially stood out to me from Prs. Monsons devotional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, but rather spiritual beings having a mortal experience&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you choose to follow Christ you choose to be changed. &amp;nbsp;The world shapes human nature, but Christ changes human nature - allowing you to change others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are more than what you have become. &amp;nbsp;Look inside yourself and remember...remember. (this quote was courtesy of The Lion King)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6404782966392711893?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6404782966392711893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6404782966392711893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6404782966392711893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-thanksgiving.html' title='A Thankful Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1639222497110667885</id><published>2011-10-31T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:03:49.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick - not - Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear person who thought it was ok to &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to break into mycar at &lt;b&gt;2:47&lt;/b&gt; this morning,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You messed with the &lt;i&gt;wrong car&lt;/i&gt;! You may not have gottenanything, but you successfully kept me awake until 5 am listening to everysound my old house makes! &amp;nbsp;I attribute my sleepy and less-than-affective day toyou.&amp;nbsp; I have now had my trick for the dayand am ready for a treat! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Much thanks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Star&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1639222497110667885?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1639222497110667885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1639222497110667885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1639222497110667885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick - not - Treat'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8941428878945042755</id><published>2011-10-26T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:06:45.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail time</title><content type='html'>Remember how exciting it was to get mail when you were a little kid? &amp;nbsp;Well, sometimes it is still that exciting. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday I&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;Extreme&amp;nbsp;Rush Mail to me, the Senior Program Officer on the Little Heroes Foundation project delivered to the Tanner Building. &amp;nbsp;This may sound silly, but it totally made my day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8941428878945042755?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8941428878945042755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/mail-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8941428878945042755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8941428878945042755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/mail-time.html' title='Mail time'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5844423916849838147</id><published>2011-10-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:11:06.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two things that just made my day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;First &lt;/b&gt;- I am siting in the Tanner on the second floor and a whole class just came out to the atrium on the third floor and turned one of the walkways into a dance runway. &amp;nbsp;The teacher turned on music and told the class they had to dance to the other side in order to come back to class. SO FUNNY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: Business kids aren't the best dancers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt; - I just heard someone&amp;nbsp;whistling&amp;nbsp;the primary song, A Child's Prayer. &amp;nbsp;As they were doing it, I heard someone else from another floor start humming the duet to it. Classic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few of those moments when you realize school here is a very unique experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5844423916849838147?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5844423916849838147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-things-that-just-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5844423916849838147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5844423916849838147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-things-that-just-made-my-day.html' title='Two things that just made my day:'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5600184947718281764</id><published>2011-10-14T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:43:08.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elderholman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elderholman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5600184947718281764?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5600184947718281764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5600184947718281764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5600184947718281764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-in-world.html' title='Where in the world'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6997056170639620122</id><published>2011-10-12T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T17:40:45.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>A good reminder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"&gt;“I have come to the frightening conclusion that&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the decisive element&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather.&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I possess tremendous power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or de-humanized. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6997056170639620122?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6997056170639620122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-reminder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6997056170639620122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6997056170639620122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-reminder.html' title='A good reminder...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8119639503120702632</id><published>2011-10-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:01:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This question haunts me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s really cute when a 4 year-old isn’t so sure and givesyou that deer-in-the-headlights-look and then responds with something like ‘adoctor who flies planes ... and Superman’.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpOlM1LDXA4/To6H9sLtozI/AAAAAAAAALw/SuPCCBz-M70/s1600/Starlee%2527s+pics+2010+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpOlM1LDXA4/To6H9sLtozI/AAAAAAAAALw/SuPCCBz-M70/s320/Starlee%2527s+pics+2010+006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This really has nothing to do with this post, but i just love this picture so much that I had to share!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s less cute when a 24 year-old with a bachelors degreeand 3/4 a masters degree gives you that blank stare followed by a fewstatements about what they thought they wanted to do but now they’re not sosure and wow, how is it possibly time to be making these life shaping careerdecisions, and how does anyone really know what they want to do with the restof their life when there are still so many unanswered questions? When you’re inKindergarten you think you’ll be in school forever and that if you don’t havelife figured out by the time you’re as big as your mom, then you must be acrazy person.&amp;nbsp; Really, how hard is it tojust pick the thing you love most and do it for the rest of your life?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, here I am a all grown up and I don’t know what’s goingon.&amp;nbsp; These are big decisions people,decisions I never really assumed I’d be making in quite this way or this soon or something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do I start interviewing for these companiesback in New York or maybe I should apply for the auditing job in San Francisco,or there is always Milwaukee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Yes – Ihave to imagine my life in places I couldn’t even find on a map.&amp;nbsp; Milwaukee, really?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do I really want to workfor HP or General Mills? &amp;nbsp;Private Sector? &amp;nbsp;Public Sector? &amp;nbsp;How do I feelabout some small government organization, or what about working for the Church,or there is always consulting, oh gosh now we’re back to jobs in New York…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’m really not ready for a big-girl job and need to doanother internship. Maybe I shouldn’t really give up on my &lt;i&gt;original&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;passion and I shouldfollow my love to London and work in a museum for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Maybe I would hate it – then what?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Maybe Iwould love it – then what?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’ll get my doctorate… no, look at me – I’mblogging to put off my homework as it is. I don’t think I want to start pickingoptions that require more homework. But on the other hand, I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; school.Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have done it for 18 years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh my, what’s a girl to do? I’m literally loosing sleep overit… Ok, not just this, the piles of homework don’t help, but all in all I’mstarting to get really nervous about what I will be doing this time next year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t you hate it when you can’t tell the future?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Couldsomeone please just tell me what the right thing to do is?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8119639503120702632?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8119639503120702632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8119639503120702632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8119639503120702632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpOlM1LDXA4/To6H9sLtozI/AAAAAAAAALw/SuPCCBz-M70/s72-c/Starlee%2527s+pics+2010+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2119994603173893104</id><published>2011-10-06T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:43:26.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the logic model....</title><content type='html'>Today in my program evaluation class we did a logic model of the Law of Consecration. &amp;nbsp;Pretty much one of the coolest&amp;nbsp;learning&amp;nbsp;experiences you can only get at BYU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv68sMhNzm8/To6C_FwldGI/AAAAAAAAALs/pCvw2FyO80w/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-06+at+10.34.25+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv68sMhNzm8/To6C_FwldGI/AAAAAAAAALs/pCvw2FyO80w/s400/Screen+Shot+2011-10-06+at+10.34.25+PM.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes we took pictures of the whiteboard. &amp;nbsp;#1 because we had a hard time drawing that model on our computers fast enough and #2 because it was just that cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2119994603173893104?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2119994603173893104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/logic-model.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2119994603173893104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2119994603173893104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/logic-model.html' title='the logic model....'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yv68sMhNzm8/To6C_FwldGI/AAAAAAAAALs/pCvw2FyO80w/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-10-06+at+10.34.25+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6822848480884537857</id><published>2011-10-05T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T19:40:31.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in the middle of studying, writing ethics papers, researching nonprofits in Mexico, preparing law exams on affirmative action, job searching, evaluating reading programs for the United Way...and just before my brain explodes, i'm all of a sudden looking at shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Beautiful boots, preppy pumps, flirty flats. &amp;nbsp;And the world is good again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like I&amp;nbsp;subconsciously&amp;nbsp;knew that if I didn't take a break, I would turn into a homework zombie. No worries though - the imagined smell of leather cured my stress headache, and now i'm ready to go back to the real world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With vissions of Madden girl preppie boots in mind, I can once again handle my&amp;nbsp;homework.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you DSW for the much needed homework break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6822848480884537857?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6822848480884537857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-in-middle-of-studying-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6822848480884537857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6822848480884537857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-in-middle-of-studying-writing.html' title='Shoe break'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-9097074361446798862</id><published>2011-09-25T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:58:18.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are now available in a grocery store near you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzt9nuNlCso/Tn9dZPhScjI/AAAAAAAAALo/tlfA4jTO4fA/s1600/download.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzt9nuNlCso/Tn9dZPhScjI/AAAAAAAAALo/tlfA4jTO4fA/s1600/download.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buy them. Eat them. Be HaPpY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-9097074361446798862?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9097074361446798862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/public-service-announcement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/9097074361446798862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/9097074361446798862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yzt9nuNlCso/Tn9dZPhScjI/AAAAAAAAALo/tlfA4jTO4fA/s72-c/download.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4489877533612595914</id><published>2011-09-21T21:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:13:45.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in</title><content type='html'>to say that life is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with my brother has to be one of the biggest blessings in my life right now. &amp;nbsp;Second would be how much I am LOVING school and I guess third would be that crazy football game last weekend. Lets just say that life is going my way and I'm quite enjoying it. Bring on the late nights and early mornings and fun times in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's to the 18th grade! Better make the most of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-4489877533612595914?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4489877533612595914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-checking-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4489877533612595914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4489877533612595914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5249030179486312351</id><published>2011-09-02T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:29:18.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MPA program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvAXOVJ6sfA/TmE3CIO_3vI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eleNDQHvMKk/s1600/flashback+friday.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvAXOVJ6sfA/TmE3CIO_3vI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eleNDQHvMKk/s200/flashback+friday.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One year ago, this was me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZTcV5AyTTI/TmE2zJVu4FI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7JhQa5ypbM4/s1600/62765_473776985750_169405195750_7114560_538240_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZTcV5AyTTI/TmE2zJVu4FI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7JhQa5ypbM4/s320/62765_473776985750_169405195750_7114560_538240_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was nervous, a little overwhelmed and had no idea what was ahead of me. I didn't know these gentlemen sitting around me, but it turns out they came to be my Provo family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XeTN4L1-n1Y/TmE2qnIOYgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UW1lsZA8uME/s1600/58680_473777020750_169405195750_7114563_4794569_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XeTN4L1-n1Y/TmE2qnIOYgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UW1lsZA8uME/s320/58680_473777020750_169405195750_7114563_4794569_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at these people - I had no idea who they were and I was forced to play all sorts of strange games with them. &amp;nbsp; What an amazing bonding experience for my team. &amp;nbsp;I went to the ropes course last week with all the cute new first years and they felt so uncomfortable, but by the end they were having so much fun. May I just say that my program is the coolest ever - what other masters program takes their students to a ropes course for bonding?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsAK0Aiwsxs/TmE2lpNP5GI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gPy6ZOrPyVA/s1600/62258_473778620750_169405195750_7114595_7604073_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsAK0Aiwsxs/TmE2lpNP5GI/AAAAAAAAAKY/gPy6ZOrPyVA/s320/62258_473778620750_169405195750_7114595_7604073_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE my program!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5249030179486312351?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5249030179486312351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/mpa-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5249030179486312351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5249030179486312351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/09/mpa-program.html' title='The MPA program'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvAXOVJ6sfA/TmE3CIO_3vI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eleNDQHvMKk/s72-c/flashback+friday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2576844170594048623</id><published>2011-08-15T20:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:32:14.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revisiting the bucket list</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; when I woke up for my morning run it was SO dark outside. By the time I was dressed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; outside, it felt like the middle of the night. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Running&lt;/span&gt; by moonlight is such a &lt;em&gt;winter&lt;/em&gt; thing to do, and it is STILL summer ... at least for a couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about that good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' summertime bucket list I made. So now, please indulge me a bit while I return to see if I got it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Movies Under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Stars at the Capitol - &lt;strong&gt;check.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Despicable&lt;/span&gt; Me gets funnier every time I see it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; I like that I can now quote it with my brothers. (Sky, this one is for you: "Why are you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; OLD?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Get a few good sunburns next to the pool - &lt;strong&gt;check (sort of).&lt;/strong&gt; My really great sunburns came from a week at Lake Powell which is about 100 times better than an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; at the pool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Farmers Market (Saturdays at Pioneer park) - &lt;strong&gt;shoot, I have one chance left&lt;/strong&gt;, but it doesn't look too likely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; make it. I think there is something sort of like this in P-town though... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; look into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Read lots of books that have nothing to do with school - &lt;strong&gt;check. &lt;/strong&gt;And now all my school books are on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; way to my home. I even have my first reading assignment, lucky me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Scrapbook - &lt;strong&gt;CHECK. &lt;/strong&gt;In fact, I have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;confession&lt;/span&gt; to make. I am a complete addict to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; online. I really may need an intervention...but let me finish the 2 projects &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working on first. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Find housing for fall - &lt;strong&gt;check, Check. CHECK! &lt;/strong&gt;And I'm as happy as a Ute in P-town can be! I found a little house close to campus and the very best part is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; living with my brother. Oh my heck, dreams coming true all over the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Rodeo - &lt;strong&gt;check.&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to the wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kristalee&lt;/span&gt;. It was so fun to go to the Days of 47 rodeo with one of my days of 47 sisters! It was wonderful to see her family, get caught up on her fun life and oh ya, see some amazing cowboys ride &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; bull! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Days of '47 Parade - &lt;strong&gt;check.&lt;/strong&gt; This one is all thanks to Jessica and her devoted (slightly crazy) family and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; wonderful tradition to sleep on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; route so that my family could have wonderful front row seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clean&lt;/span&gt; my closet - &lt;strong&gt;um...&lt;/strong&gt; I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do this in conjunction with the packing/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt; process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Camp out at the cabin - &lt;strong&gt;sadly there was no camping...&lt;/strong&gt;just work trips this summer. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting so excited for when it is all done. We may still be able to squeeze in a couple fall time trips before it's snowed in. And I guess we could always hike in this winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Go star gazing - &lt;strong&gt;check.&lt;/strong&gt; Though the stars at the cabin are great, I had forgotten how awe-inspiring the stars in Lake Powell are. It is impossible to fall asleep on a clear night because of how absolutely beautiful the stars are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Drive-In Movies - &lt;strong&gt;Still haven't been in years. &lt;/strong&gt;Too Bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SUGARLAND&lt;/span&gt; CONCERT - &lt;strong&gt;This Saturday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Go dancing - &lt;strong&gt;very little. &lt;/strong&gt;I got a few ballet classes in this summer but I didn't go country dancing once! There is something very wrong with this picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Catch up with friends that I miss like crazy - &lt;strong&gt;CHECK! &lt;/strong&gt;I had such a wonderful time catching up with collage, pageant and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lambda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Delt&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SGC&lt;/span&gt; friends this summer. We need more reunions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Have an EPIC Chuck party - &lt;strong&gt;check...&lt;/strong&gt;a few of them. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Spend every minute I can with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bestest&lt;/span&gt; Friend Sky - &lt;strong&gt;Check. &lt;/strong&gt;You better believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I would say summer has been a success, and I still have a little more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a consolation prize for it all being over, these are always nice for fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641478284278037954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNS1Q59UqhQ/TkqOnBZ4_cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uo5QbfJMjZg/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-15%2Bat%2B9_09_47%2BPM.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2576844170594048623?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2576844170594048623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/revisiting-bucket-list_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2576844170594048623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2576844170594048623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/revisiting-bucket-list_15.html' title='revisiting the bucket list'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNS1Q59UqhQ/TkqOnBZ4_cI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uo5QbfJMjZg/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-15%2Bat%2B9_09_47%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2499544971017615364</id><published>2011-08-08T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:45:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 hour days are killer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my 3-day weekends. And come Thursday night at 6 o'clock when I tell everyone to have a great weekend, I &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; working 10 hour days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But around 4:30 on a Monday, I can barely imagine how i'll make it through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2499544971017615364?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2499544971017615364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-hour-days-are-killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2499544971017615364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2499544971017615364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-hour-days-are-killer.html' title='10 hour days are killer!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-482092257636359071</id><published>2011-07-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:29:49.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dnISKCf64k/TjBm7lfR99I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I_UEr7vd7eA/s1600/Holstee-Manifesto-Poster_1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634116307702118354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dnISKCf64k/TjBm7lfR99I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I_UEr7vd7eA/s400/Holstee-Manifesto-Poster_1_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-482092257636359071?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/482092257636359071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/482092257636359071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/482092257636359071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-this.html' title='I Love This:'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dnISKCf64k/TjBm7lfR99I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I_UEr7vd7eA/s72-c/Holstee-Manifesto-Poster_1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3012239299463521218</id><published>2011-07-22T10:45:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:40:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back Friday - Pioneer Trek 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI3lkTHs3qY/Tim_9MsduQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BKTE2UcVhCc/s1600/flashback%2Bfriday.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI3lkTHs3qY/Tim_9MsduQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BKTE2UcVhCc/s200/flashback%2Bfriday.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632243867104164098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of my friends do this cute little&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Flash Back Friday &lt;/span&gt;thing where they tell about a memory from way back when. I love the idea and since I have Fridays off, it seems like a good thing to occupy my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, in honor of the holiday weekend, I would like to flash back to summer 2001. At 13 years-old I was reluctantly having a seed planted that would grow into a passion for my pioneer ancestry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 13 years-old I was even more girly than I am today (is that even possible?) and I did not understand how anyone could see how me sleeping in the dirt, wearing ugly DI clothes, and walking all day in the hot sun could be seen as a faith promoting experience.  With true teenage angst I imagined this to be just another way that adults were out to ruin my life (in an, i'll admit, creative new way).   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprisingly, spending 3 days roaming a cattle ranch in the middle of Wyoming, pulling a handcart was inspirational and somewhat life changing for me.  I was enlightened by the stories I heard of the brave pioneers, and proud to know that my own ancestors were among those strong enough to make the trek west. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most meaningful moments for me took place during the infamous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Womens Pull&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never forget the feeling I had as I watched my 'Pa and brothers' walk away and knew that it was up to us women to haul this handcart up the hill. I imagined what it would be like to watch my own father and brothers walk away and not know when or if I would ever see them again.  To know that it was up to my mother and I to take care of my remaining 4 younger brothers would take a strength that i'm still not sure I have.  As I watched other families struggle as  they literally took two steps forward and slid one step back down the hill I ached with a desire to help them, but knew it would take everything in me to get my own cart up the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then the men returned to watch us in silence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They walked side by side with us giving us support we needed while never actually touching or speaking to us. It was indescribable.  I couldn't help but feel that this was what it felt like to have guardian angels - another pioneer experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9okbIF8EJM/Tim5Zu-ugCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JeJvL-Ok8d0/s320/Scan%2B1.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632236660762509346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The strength of the pioneers hearts, minds, spirits and bodies was seared into me at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yy1QUapnYko/Tim5I8j6aLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QRx6db56buw/s1600/Scan.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yy1QUapnYko/Tim5I8j6aLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QRx6db56buw/s400/Scan.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632236372350363826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CiPFxPtHvRM/Tim3zzYvwrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q2otXJMDGZo/s1600/Scan%2B1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pioneer weekend I am so very grateful for my pioneer ancestors, their strength, their example, and the day off from work to celebrate just how wonderful they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a Happy, Safe, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;REFLECTIVE&lt;/span&gt; holiday weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3012239299463521218?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3012239299463521218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/flash-back-friday-pioneer-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3012239299463521218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3012239299463521218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/flash-back-friday-pioneer-day.html' title='Flash Back Friday - Pioneer Trek 2001'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VI3lkTHs3qY/Tim_9MsduQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BKTE2UcVhCc/s72-c/flashback%2Bfriday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-948981181699969517</id><published>2011-07-17T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:24:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Africa - Part 4 ~ The best part of Africa...</title><content type='html'>was the &lt;b&gt;children&lt;/b&gt;! I have to say that everywhere we went I was enamored by their sweet spirits, positive outlook on life, joy from the smallest things, and enjoyment of a few brunies (what they call the white people) who wanted to learn their fun games and play along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150607665955176"&gt;go here to watch&lt;/a&gt; a fun clapping game that we learned in one of the villages. There were only 2 girls brave enough to play with us at first. Later on the other kids warmed up a little. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KViia_svUGY/TiOphliHPTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l3HtCpUzlEs/s1600/DSC05552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630530353619221810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KViia_svUGY/TiOphliHPTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l3HtCpUzlEs/s400/DSC05552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyoodcyuBQo/TiOoyLIGofI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FBfR-7vqp34/s1600/DSC05463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630529539076956658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TyoodcyuBQo/TiOoyLIGofI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FBfR-7vqp34/s400/DSC05463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGm6hZdaRQA/TiOoGlU7SRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LZbyOkPAx4w/s1600/228221_10150194865206390_513101389_6915231_4042386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630528790195816722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGm6hZdaRQA/TiOoGlU7SRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LZbyOkPAx4w/s400/228221_10150194865206390_513101389_6915231_4042386_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMgt4M8FvzU/TiOncQtMI3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SGMhC6TBIIA/s1600/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630528063105934194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMgt4M8FvzU/TiOncQtMI3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SGMhC6TBIIA/s400/DSC05535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The children loved teaching us games, but they were teaching me a lot more than how to dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3EmNATwtTIY/TiOmvxWW2yI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8duCD6Q8UK8/s1600/226618_10150194866721390_513101389_6915269_8263308_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630524577041669410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIVeL1jSfuo/TiOkRWGs3SI/AAAAAAAAAII/w3BIBE0VmnU/s400/DSC_0136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BrXUAC6eqPA/TiOjqyeoHqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AiDXJgaBVKQ/s1600/pic%2Bwith%2Bkids%2Bfrom%2Bchris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630523914643316386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BrXUAC6eqPA/TiOjqyeoHqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/AiDXJgaBVKQ/s400/pic%2Bwith%2Bkids%2Bfrom%2Bchris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss these kids a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-948981181699969517?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/948981181699969517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventures-in-africa-part-4-best-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/948981181699969517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/948981181699969517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/adventures-in-africa-part-4-best-part.html' title='Adventures in Africa - Part 4 ~ The best part of Africa...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KViia_svUGY/TiOphliHPTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l3HtCpUzlEs/s72-c/DSC05552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4220586861178933970</id><published>2011-07-09T11:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:40:11.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summertime Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;The following are a few things I plan to do this summer. If any of them sound exciting to you, then call me up and join me. Also, if you have something exciting you’re planning on doing, let me know! I work all day long and need to get some summer playtime in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Movies Under the Stars at the Capitol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Get a few good sunburns next to the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Farmers Market (Saturdays at Pioneer park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Read lots of books that have nothing to do with school (thanks Jess for helping me get started)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Find housing for Fall (you should all help me on this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Rodeo – don’t know which one yet, but I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Day’s of ’47 parade – I’ve actually never been and I think it would be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Clean my closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Camp out at the Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Go star gazing (best at the cabin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Drive-In Movies ~ haven't been in years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*SUGARLAND CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Go dancing (ballet, country, swing…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Catch up with friends that I miss like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*Have an EPIC Chuck party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;*Spend every minute I can with my Bestest Friend Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-4220586861178933970?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4220586861178933970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-summertime-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4220586861178933970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4220586861178933970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-summertime-bucket-list.html' title='My Summertime Bucket List'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-475156832414504497</id><published>2011-07-01T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T21:13:10.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST. DAY. EVER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dhzN1HvOpA/Tg6awIdlcXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RA7Htciq7gI/s1600/DSC05921.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dhzN1HvOpA/Tg6awIdlcXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RA7Htciq7gI/s400/DSC05921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624603136328298866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-475156832414504497?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/475156832414504497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/475156832414504497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/475156832414504497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-day-ever.html' title='BEST. DAY. EVER.'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dhzN1HvOpA/Tg6awIdlcXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RA7Htciq7gI/s72-c/DSC05921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1652274824493429604</id><published>2011-06-06T11:35:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:10:58.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Africa - Part 3 ~ Wli Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Smo9bisXkA/Te0a6noqE8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/6aIYigoA-4Q/s1600/227253_10150184951571006_577026005_7322504_846900_n%2B%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none; text-underline: nonecolor:black;" &gt;While in Ho we took a little hike to Wli Falls. This is the largest waterfall in West Africa and the second largest in all of Africa. It's a short hike through beautiful forest and then you turn the corner and bam! 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This was my first waterfall experience and it was out of this world. 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It feels like standing under a power washer. Sometimes it is so powerful that it felt like it was going to push me under the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGVpjNHpGww/Te0e5AFiUII/AAAAAAAAAHY/__xjmq82Ms0/s1600/1533633.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615178275025473666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGVpjNHpGww/Te0e5AFiUII/AAAAAAAAAHY/__xjmq82Ms0/s320/1533633.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEniGYc4YZk/Te0er5ySImI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FO4E492uCHs/s1600/227253_10150184951571006_577026005_7322504_846900_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615178049995809378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eEniGYc4YZk/Te0er5ySImI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FO4E492uCHs/s320/227253_10150184951571006_577026005_7322504_846900_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:black;"   &gt;Oh ya, on our way back to the bus was when I had the centipede experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8GnfZxz0h4/Te0ePREoSBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/o8lxQ0O5WnU/s1600/DSC_0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615177558030567442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8GnfZxz0h4/Te0ePREoSBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/o8lxQ0O5WnU/s320/DSC_0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1652274824493429604?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1652274824493429604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-ja-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1652274824493429604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1652274824493429604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-ja-x.html' title='Adventures in Africa - Part 3 ~ Wli Falls'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w65t2tBej1c/Te0fatrJOYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RMWeproXj0Y/s72-c/DSC_0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8497625980505850302</id><published>2011-06-02T09:57:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:54:05.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to want ...</title><content type='html'>These:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQysJjMvLY0/TefC7Ff4w-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V_IHj46Zimg/s1600/redcanvasclassic-side_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669780884603874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQysJjMvLY0/TefC7Ff4w-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V_IHj46Zimg/s200/redcanvasclassic-side_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAVk6Ft6qXI/TefC2lCBWuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kZlMiMQXha0/s1600/Toms-Red-Canvas-Womens-Wedges-300x213.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAVk6Ft6qXI/TefC2lCBWuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kZlMiMQXha0/s1600/Toms-Red-Canvas-Womens-Wedges-300x213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669703449926370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAVk6Ft6qXI/TefC2lCBWuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kZlMiMQXha0/s200/Toms-Red-Canvas-Womens-Wedges-300x213.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead I bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg2pcx_R-68/TefCwxrs8hI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HCxQH18Eb0Q/s1600/Apple%2BMacBook%2BMB881LL-a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613669603766759954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg2pcx_R-68/TefCwxrs8hI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HCxQH18Eb0Q/s200/Apple%2BMacBook%2BMB881LL-a.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it sort of works the same because I got one and so did someone in Africa. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In other news - Skyler gets home in 29 days. That is LESS than ONE MONTH people!!! Are you getting excited?! I can't focus at all any time I think about it, and thus I blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;oh and don't worry, there are a lot more Africa posts on their way. I'm still collecting pictures though, so they will be coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Did I mention Skyler is practically home? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8497625980505850302?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8497625980505850302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-used-to-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8497625980505850302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8497625980505850302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-used-to-want.html' title='I used to want ...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQysJjMvLY0/TefC7Ff4w-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V_IHj46Zimg/s72-c/redcanvasclassic-side_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5636529757142105984</id><published>2011-05-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:32:13.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Africa - Part 2 ~Yoga in Cape Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've wanted to take a Yoga class forever! Luckily I brought along my very own certified Yoga teacher and she gave classes on the beach while we were in Cape Coast.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAGH_LLiAMA/TdankPTTN3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sNOgkLXDefo/s1600/IMG_8045.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAGH_LLiAMA/TdankPTTN3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sNOgkLXDefo/s320/IMG_8045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608854626961143666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than getting a good stretch in paradise. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46MpBd_mCZ8/TdaoEU6dXwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WlceQVdi7FU/s1600/IMG_6240.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46MpBd_mCZ8/TdaoEU6dXwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WlceQVdi7FU/s320/IMG_6240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608855178223378178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugh and I were Karla's faithful students - we were there every morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcMOWX7hgus/Tdan5ukhWuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRzAdZx6DCY/s1600/IMG_6241.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jcMOWX7hgus/Tdan5ukhWuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRzAdZx6DCY/s320/IMG_6241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608854996132125410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so were the waves. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQqYGSJ407o/TdanuRsy2NI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s6uKAebiKgU/s1600/IMG_6244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQqYGSJ407o/TdanuRsy2NI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s6uKAebiKgU/s320/IMG_6244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608854799403636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5636529757142105984?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5636529757142105984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-africa-part-2-yoga-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5636529757142105984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5636529757142105984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-africa-part-2-yoga-in.html' title='Adventures in Africa - Part 2 ~Yoga in Cape Coast'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAGH_LLiAMA/TdankPTTN3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/sNOgkLXDefo/s72-c/IMG_8045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3714590821591216673</id><published>2011-05-23T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:30:02.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Africa - Part 1 ~ The Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to start off my chronicle of African adventures with something fun and easy to talk about ... &lt;strong&gt;the animals&lt;/strong&gt;. I had quite a few crazy experiences with different furry (and not so furry) creatures throughout my time away, and here are a few pictures to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YZCgFqqA5w/Tdvzj-tIl7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uVEQn8dy1Ic/s1600/4ee663b.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YZCgFqqA5w/Tdvzj-tIl7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uVEQn8dy1Ic/s320/4ee663b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610345560273360818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a lady who has crocodiles as pets behind her restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfLoDN6YC0k/TdvyfwaCT_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/o5LZU3nmpdk/s320/9180721.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610344388204056562" /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me touching a crocodile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjzP4EqomCY/TdvygNYHqsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w0TS-brgarI/s320/e835de9.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610344395980647106" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me tickling a crocodile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx5LM6epsbs/Tdvzjf4fZDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ec6nxNFzNDc/s320/DSC05607.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610345551999493170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes just seeing these pictures makes my heart start to pound. It was one of the scariest (and probably dumbest) things i've ever done. After we left, we were thinking about how dangerous it was to be standing there surrounded by crocodiles trusting that some old lady and her stick were keeping us safe. By the way, crocodiles have tough scales but are actually a lot more tender than I though they would be when you poke them. Yes, I poked him, a few times - and I lived to tell! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now on to monkeys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXdlSk3EoY/TdvwPby_jZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YMNovlGU_cs/s320/DSC05504.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610341908770426258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't make fun of the face I'm making! When was the last time a monkey ate a banana right out of your hand? Ya, you would make that face too. I would like to also point out that the monkey is pretty much making the same face back at me. He was obviously having his first read head experience, so we were equally amazed at meeting each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0dEHydh7m8/TdvwP9GHHFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RhVOneCwh38/s320/DSC05505.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610341917708983378" /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monkey starts by trying to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pull the banana out of your hand, and then when he can't get it he just peels it right there and pulls the fruit out. Pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZB0w98YcWw/Tdvygv0rOOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Kc1FIRETRzY/s320/DSC05506.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610344405227223266" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in Cape Cost, we were staying at a beautiful beach resort. We didn't get to spend too much time on the beach, but while there I was determined to catch a crab. Why? Because I had already touched all sorts of other gross things I would never have done anywhere else, so why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFay5LRYU3Y/TdvwN_kilaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-zCMF7ukEwA/s320/19cc078.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610341884013745570" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mattias caught me this crab...well, half a crab. As you may notice, he's missing a few legs which was the only reason we were able to catch him. Crabs are so dang fast, and every time I tried to catch one they ran for water! It reminded me of a certain cow-tipping experience that never came to fruition....but that's not important now. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8XvdZsmRlw/TdvyfiHhf3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-aY8u7Dmmf8/s320/6ed7c61.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610344384368312178" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a giant centipede ... we think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXKOETUnFqk/TdvwOPTnftI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ghPU1c0Q7p4/s320/77ddc20.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610341888237731538" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My professor picked it up and said how cool it was and asked who wanted to hold it. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy, then I stuck out my arm and told him to put it on. I don't know who was more surprised at my response, him, my friends, or me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other animals experienced but not featured in this post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ostriches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Goats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Bats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Mosquitoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Softball-sized snails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lizard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Frogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gecko-type things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cockroaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spiders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Vultures that live in palm trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: I will touch a crocodile, but cockroaches make me scream and jump on beds...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3714590821591216673?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3714590821591216673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-africa-part-1-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3714590821591216673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3714590821591216673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-africa-part-1-animals.html' title='Adventures in Africa - Part 1 ~ The Animals'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YZCgFqqA5w/Tdvzj-tIl7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/uVEQn8dy1Ic/s72-c/4ee663b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-715263625054061111</id><published>2011-05-20T10:46:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:26:07.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Africa - Why I was there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First off I would like to let those of you who are unaware know why I even found myself in good ol' Africa this summer. Each year a group of BYU MPA students go to work on a couple of projects for local non profits. This year we had a market research project for IDE and a project analysis assignment for the LDS church concerning the Perpetual Education Fund (PEF) in West Africa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QZpT1FgTM4/TdavlNRcAqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EILpE5nJiL4/s1600/IMG_7803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QZpT1FgTM4/TdavlNRcAqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EILpE5nJiL4/s320/IMG_7803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608863439689351842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A home in the Kente cloth weaving village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you are about to see, we ended up having quite a bit of fun mixed in with our studies, but project work was the number one reason we were there.  The IDE group was researching vegetable trends in the local markets to help farmers understand what type of produce they should be growing when IDE helps them to irrigate their crops (allowing them 3 crops a year instead of 2). There will be more about the market experiences to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group was the PEF team (though we all helped out on both projects).  I was able to interview potential &amp;amp; current PEF recipients, vocational school representatives, and PEF representatives for Ghana.  The problem that PEF is facing is that students want to get a university degree, but it requires a lot of debt and in the end, there isn't a job infrastructure to support very many 'white shirt &amp;amp; tie' jobs. It is a sad situation.  The PEF representatives wanted help looking into the program and seeing if the church should be encouraging vocational degrees instead of university degrees. At the end of the day, this is pretty much the answer, but there will be more on this later as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the next blog posts start to look like journal entries, well...they are. Among all the other things stolen about an hour after arriving in Africa, was my journal. Life goes on but, I sure would love to be able to look back on some of the experiences I documented in that book, so now i'll start documenting my life all over the place so it can't be stolen in a backpack.  On that note - here we are at the Police Station. It took me about 1.2 seconds to know I would never ever see my stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKyn0-5Y7Qc/TdavM4l2ImI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yc3evHvcfc0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B12.11.46%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GKyn0-5Y7Qc/TdavM4l2ImI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Yc3evHvcfc0/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-20%2Bat%2B12.11.46%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608863021820944994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jenny, Shanelle, myself, Dr. Agle, Sam and Ben all lost stuff on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went in, there was just one big room with a desk and a chair and one officer. There were two jail cells behind the desk with pieces of paper above them that said Male and Female, written with a sharpie. The female one looked empty, but there were quite a few in the male cell and they were very excited to see us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the police station made me so so so grateful for our local officers, our laws that keep us safe, the men and women that devote their life to justice, the judicial system, insurance, and air conditioners (little did I know that the last one would be something I was reminded of constantly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-715263625054061111?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/715263625054061111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-africa-why-i-was-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/715263625054061111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/715263625054061111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-in-africa-why-i-was-there.html' title='Adventures in Africa - Why I was there'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QZpT1FgTM4/TdavlNRcAqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EILpE5nJiL4/s72-c/IMG_7803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1563867423981735091</id><published>2011-05-15T08:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:43:31.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from Africa - pictures to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm home!!! Pictures and stories are coming - though my computer was stolen (along with a bunch of other stuff) so my life is a bit discombobulated right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the opportunity to finally finish moving back into my room at 4 this morning when I just couldn't sleep anymore (don't feel too bad for me - I went to bed around 9). So now I feel like i'm ready to get back to normal life. What is normal? I'm not sure right now. I've moved home for the summer, I start a job with the city manager at West Valley City next week, I have Miss Utah in a month, and to be honest - after my experiences in Africa i'm rethinking a lot of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perspective is forever changed. I'm excited to share my adventures with you...soon. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I need advice on computers (do I buy used or go ahead and upgrade) and I also need some help trying to replenish my pictures...I hadn't backed up my computer in years, so lets just say I'm quite sad about the loss.  Africa can have my computer, I just want the stuff on it back. If you happen to have some pictures that you think I probably used to have and no longer do(or never had, but would probably like), let me know - we'll have a picture party and i'll come get them from you! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm now going to go drink tap water in my bare feet while sitting on my wonderfully soft bed  in a room that is cockroach, lizard and frog free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Africa, I miss you! America, I love you! &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/5576617347554529199-1563867423981735091?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1563867423981735091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-from-africa-pictures-to-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1563867423981735091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1563867423981735091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/05/home-from-africa-pictures-to-come.html' title='Home from Africa - pictures to come'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-759246090578216785</id><published>2011-04-13T23:09:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:11:31.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder what statistics looks like at 8 in the morning on a Saturday? Well, it looks a lot like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvHEabnp62k/TaaSmTYcTiI/AAAAAAAAADE/nW4wwZHKO0Q/s1600/DSC04913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvHEabnp62k/TaaSmTYcTiI/AAAAAAAAADE/nW4wwZHKO0Q/s200/DSC04913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595320773789896226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patty using her amazing research skillz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the best presentation intro ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_ZqWUWgATQ/TaaS7ydzSVI/AAAAAAAAADU/fGWfbYsGYQk/s1600/DSC04917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_ZqWUWgATQ/TaaS7ydzSVI/AAAAAAAAADU/fGWfbYsGYQk/s200/DSC04917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595321142911125842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasen consulting his coke on that descriptive analysis&lt;br /&gt;(don't worry, by this point it is closer to 10 am - thus the need for the second mini-coke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N05CYwZAB1c/TaaSyT_QljI/AAAAAAAAADM/N8XrGr9CNpI/s1600/DSC04916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N05CYwZAB1c/TaaSyT_QljI/AAAAAAAAADM/N8XrGr9CNpI/s200/DSC04916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595320980111136306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our findings mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkJ8V2A_upc/TaaSLVmc2fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/unyaqZtkwnU/s1600/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkJ8V2A_upc/TaaSLVmc2fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/unyaqZtkwnU/s200/DSC04905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595320310529055218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cynthia and David&lt;br /&gt;crunching Numbers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJSA1ynv1RE/TaaRvh1nG9I/AAAAAAAAACs/j7z3E44pMdM/s1600/DSC04911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJSA1ynv1RE/TaaRvh1nG9I/AAAAAAAAACs/j7z3E44pMdM/s200/DSC04911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595319832777530322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David making fun of Dr. Walters classic&lt;br /&gt;'how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you do this problem' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what it looks like at 7 in the morning on a Monday before the in-class presentation? Well, it looks a lot like this ...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ocgJ08HwfY/TapYVpnFJkI/AAAAAAAAADk/EjXvKyUyh_8/s1600/DSC04921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ocgJ08HwfY/TapYVpnFJkI/AAAAAAAAADk/EjXvKyUyh_8/s200/DSC04921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596382615931528770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34yRC4gKa6M/TapYx4sAZaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2WNIQt4Fbz4/s1600/DSC04928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-34yRC4gKa6M/TapYx4sAZaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2WNIQt4Fbz4/s200/DSC04928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596383101015057826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrzeKo2vuu4/TapYkYYZBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/FhRppkTtmyo/s1600/DSC04923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrzeKo2vuu4/TapYkYYZBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/FhRppkTtmyo/s200/DSC04923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596382869004551874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what it looks like at 2 in the morning during the last week of school when you are trying to finish the 28 page write up (and that doesn't even start to get into the 40 page appendix)?  Take my word, you don't want to see that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what it looks like on a Friday afternoon at the State Capitol after presenting to local representatives? It looks pretty good doesn't it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zi86owfn8rA/TapXcgvJ2nI/AAAAAAAAADc/X_3tWSy7oiw/s1600/DSC04934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zi86owfn8rA/TapXcgvJ2nI/AAAAAAAAADc/X_3tWSy7oiw/s320/DSC04934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596381634296928882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love my team from this semester and think that Pres Roosevelt had it right when he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="quoteText"&gt;        "I'm not the smartest fellow in the world, but I can sure pick smart colleagues." I picked some of the best! Thanks Furious Five - you truly are awesome ... and attractive. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/219075.Franklin_D_Roosevelt" class="authorName"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-759246090578216785?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/759246090578216785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/stats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/759246090578216785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/759246090578216785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvHEabnp62k/TaaSmTYcTiI/AAAAAAAAADE/nW4wwZHKO0Q/s72-c/DSC04913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7655354841095524464</id><published>2011-04-07T17:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:55:42.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings of a Redhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have so much to do and so little time to do it – and yet here I sit looking out my window daydreaming. Maybe if I write it all down I’ll be able to get it out of my head and focus…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I may or may not have ADD… after looking at this list I’m leaning toward the opinion that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;•    I love rain storms&lt;br /&gt;•    I want to join a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motorcycle gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rock climbing is so fun and I want to go so bad – I run from my apartment to a place called Rock canyon, and one of these days I’m just going to hike in a little ways and ask a group if I can join them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Do I really want to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chocos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my trip to Ghana? I don’t think I’m really a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person, but then again you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t expect me to be in a motorcycle gang would you?&lt;br /&gt;•    &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For 45 glorious minutes I was going to spend a week in Scotland on my way home from Ghana – but the plane ticket situation would have been very complicated and $900 extra. I need to practice being adventurous &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the right time&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt; Dad is always right. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t&lt;/span&gt; let him know this, but just start listening to his advice the first time.&lt;br /&gt;•    In the next 2 weeks I have to finish classes, take all my finals, move, find housing for next year, solidify an internship and pack for Ghana – why am I just sitting here?&lt;br /&gt;•    When I get back from Ghana I’m going to read a book just for fun! It’s been far too long.&lt;br /&gt;•    I just love school! I really do – even under all the pressure and stress, I find myself sitting in class just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt; my life!&lt;br /&gt;•   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CAFRs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; find myself just sitting and loving life while working on those darn things!&lt;br /&gt;•    I’m going to audit another Stats class next year. Why? For fun… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who am I&lt;/span&gt; and where did I hide the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Starlee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;•    Skyler gets back from his mission in less than 3 months? Amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;•    It was one year and one week ago that I decided to come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; – I’m so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;•    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Starlee&lt;/span&gt; you are going to hate yourself at midnight when you’re still doing homework because you were blogging when you should have been doing stats and accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there’s my conscience. I guess I better listen. I hope you enjoyed that little journey through the inner workings of my mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t judge me too harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7655354841095524464?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7655354841095524464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-ramblings-of-redhead.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7655354841095524464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7655354841095524464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-ramblings-of-redhead.html' title='Random Ramblings of a Redhead'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4338654128081140705</id><published>2011-04-06T19:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:11:21.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A scary movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the scariest movie I’ve seen in years, number one because I don’t watch scary movies, and number two because it’s all true!  I know it’s long but I promise that it is worth watching and will change the way you think about our federal debt.  After watching this I decided to move to Australia, but then it was pointed out that our financial woes affect the entire world, so what we really need to do is focus on education and voting the right people into office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pgpf.org/Media/Video/2009/01/10/IOUSA-Byte-Sized-the-30-Minute-Version.aspx"&gt;I.O.U.S.A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, now that you’ve watched that, I would hate for you to leave my blog feeling depressed and frightened, so watch these commercials for my pick for president. I'm sure Hugh Jidette will get us back on the right track ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hughjidette.com/media/"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-4338654128081140705?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4338654128081140705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/scary-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4338654128081140705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4338654128081140705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/04/scary-movie.html' title='A scary movie'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7800834721976780785</id><published>2011-03-29T17:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:35:02.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Patriotic pb&amp;h</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in accounting I was sitting by my lovely friend Ruth who was raised all over Europe.  On my other side, my friend pulled out some bread, a jar of peanut butter and a jar of honey and began making herself lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This is not unusual in this class. It is a rather miserable class in which many of us eat our lunches to help pass the time. In fact, this is one of the classes that the teacher always has an opening prayer for, and don't you worry, in true Provo fashion we bless the class and our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ruth looks over at my friends delicious looking sandwich and says, "Peanut Butter and Honey, what a novel idea. That is so American... I'll have to try it sometime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks - she has never eaten a pb&amp;amp;h! I always thought the patriotic thing to do on the 4th of July was to eat a hotdog (which I don't like) but from now on I will replace that hotdog with a true American favorite - pb&amp;amp;h. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7800834721976780785?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7800834721976780785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/patriotic-pb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7800834721976780785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7800834721976780785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/patriotic-pb.html' title='The Patriotic pb&amp;h'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2883898599986867203</id><published>2011-03-25T17:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T17:15:57.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really do have the very best friends in the world! It is so wonderful to know that when I need something, someone is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a weird music video, but I like the song.  So here's to all my friends who are willing to drop everything and show up for me when I most need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jyafQe_2Do"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2883898599986867203?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2883898599986867203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/bffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2883898599986867203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2883898599986867203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/bffs.html' title='BFF&apos;s'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-676088270135198436</id><published>2011-03-21T16:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:45:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvqhBUZ_eu4/TYfjD7F81KI/AAAAAAAAACk/8t9iYLTCOA0/s1600/who-cares-Wall-Clock_869CACDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvqhBUZ_eu4/TYfjD7F81KI/AAAAAAAAACk/8t9iYLTCOA0/s200/who-cares-Wall-Clock_869CACDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586683519318152354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately I have to repeat this quote to myself several times a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson &amp;amp; Albert Einstein.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they accomplished everything on their to-do lists!?!  I would love to see their Google Calendars... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-676088270135198436?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/676088270135198436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/676088270135198436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/676088270135198436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvqhBUZ_eu4/TYfjD7F81KI/AAAAAAAAACk/8t9iYLTCOA0/s72-c/who-cares-Wall-Clock_869CACDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7965611061973221526</id><published>2011-03-12T18:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T18:33:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is a special day...</title><content type='html'>it's the day I hear from Skyler.  It's wonderful to know that real kindred spirits can go years without seeing each other and pick up right where they left off. After our email conversation today I am so so so excited to have him home and all to myself. June can't come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to follow along on Elder Holmans adventures go &lt;a href="http://elderholman.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7965611061973221526?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7965611061973221526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-is-special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7965611061973221526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7965611061973221526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturday is a special day...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3802371446003947710</id><published>2011-03-09T18:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:12:51.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, the ones that make you happy to be alive?! Ya, that was yesterday.  And it’s funny, because as I go to write about it, there really wasn’t anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spectacular&lt;/span&gt; about it. It started like every other day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a few friends and we drove to school. I was there by 8 so I could edit and print a paper I had written the night before.  By 8:45 I was running through a presentation with my team for our HR training session. It was only the 2nd time we were able to get through the whole thing – we figured if the 3rd times the charm, then we wanted that to be the one we were graded on. ;)  And lets just say 3rd time was for sure the charm! I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; presenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I sat on my black couches in the Tanner and did my readings for my afternoon class with a couple friends – it’s always reassuring to know I’m not the only one getting things done at the last minute.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And by the way…for anyone who ever turns up on BYU campus – come to the Tanner building in the west wing on the 2nd or 3rd floor and there I’ll be…working away on my homework in my signature place. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Ghana prep class we filled out our Visa applications and did more case work. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People….I’m going to FREAKING AFRICA!&lt;/span&gt; Ya… it’s still sinking in. I really couldn’t be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was sitting in my Nonprofit Finance class thinking of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that was due for that class by midnight, and I didn’t even care because I just love that class so much. You guys – the class has the word Finance in the title and I still LOVE it.  Just goes to show you can’t judge a class by it’s title.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (A lesson I actually learned after taking a class in my undergrad called ‘Does ET exist?’.  What did we learn? Well, I can tell you what we didn’t learn – if ET really does exist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry for the tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my all around wonderfully ordinary day:&lt;br /&gt;Ballet class was fantastic simply because it was ballet class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I came home and ClEaNeD for 3 hours because today we had cleaning checks – and we ALL passed, which never happens!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I just love cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;  We may all live shorter lives due to the fumes that were coming from the chemical mixture my roommates made to get their tub clean, but I guess it’s worth it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while cleaning my visiting teachers brought us dinner! WHAT?! I know! Could they be any more devoted? It is my goal to someday be like them! In cooking and kindness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 8:30 I finally sat down to write a 6 page paper that was due by midnight. Man it was a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; beast&lt;/span&gt;, but I couldn’t help but love it. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was high on Clorox fumes or that I had eaten my first real meal in weeks or that I just love school, but it was great. And guess what, I got the paper turned in with 8 minutes to spare! That’s right people – 11:52! Heck, I could have taken a nap and I still would have gotten it in on time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and somewhere in all this i took my accounting quiz and got full points! Ya, you read that right - 100% BABY.  Too bad there were only 5 questions. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I get any of the homework or reading done that were due today? Well, no – but look – I’m still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it’s just nice to have those days when you know you’re on the right track and that life is right where it should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3802371446003947710?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3802371446003947710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3802371446003947710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3802371446003947710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6313351802377049426</id><published>2011-03-02T17:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:14:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder at its Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever Seen the movie Clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMxoW3CDYgU/TW7ax-eevuI/AAAAAAAAABo/hoXC7zPF0Uc/s1600/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-The%2BGroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMxoW3CDYgU/TW7ax-eevuI/AAAAAAAAABo/hoXC7zPF0Uc/s400/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-The%2BGroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579637540477910754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya, neither have I, but after this fabulous photo shoot, i'm adding it to my 'movies I need to see' list.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-91xhwT8C8/TW7baOKhteI/AAAAAAAAABw/XTnK--1gOTA/s1600/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-The%2BFemme%2BFatale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-91xhwT8C8/TW7baOKhteI/AAAAAAAAABw/XTnK--1gOTA/s400/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-The%2BFemme%2BFatale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579638231883953634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For our closing MPA social we are holding a Murder Mystery Dinner - i'm way excited. They wanted some fun pictures for their promotional posters and such, so they really went all out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Ui6n6IYW4/TW7cUm6Wj1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qy6gzzRzWKM/s1600/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-It%2527s%2BTime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Ui6n6IYW4/TW7cUm6Wj1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qy6gzzRzWKM/s400/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-It%2527s%2BTime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579639234959413074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing more fun than good friends, fun outfits and a talented photographer. If you want to see some more from our photo shoot go &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=172151086166242&amp;amp;set=a.172150232832994.34403.160506083997409&amp;amp;theater&amp;amp;pid=388478&amp;amp;id=160506083997409"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  And just guess who the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;murderer is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6313351802377049426?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6313351802377049426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/murder-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6313351802377049426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6313351802377049426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/03/murder-at-its-finest.html' title='Murder at its Finest'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wMxoW3CDYgU/TW7ax-eevuI/AAAAAAAAABo/hoXC7zPF0Uc/s72-c/20110226-Mitch%2BBoyer-The%2BGroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2352932354148488970</id><published>2011-02-27T17:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:13:15.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bit of perspective …</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spinal meningitis – already immune&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Fever vaccine – check&lt;br /&gt;Polio booster – check&lt;br /&gt;Typhoid pills – half-way through the cycle&lt;br /&gt;Malaria prescription – filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, looks like I’m on my way to Africa! I’m so excited for this life-changing experience, and lets face it, the change in perspective is already happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in the nurses’ office contemplating the challenges in my life and treading those deadly waters of self-pity, I was given a peak at what life is like for so many in this world. Deadly diseases are a part of everyday life. Hunger, sorrow and pain is a daily occurrence for millions of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a little reminder of just how lucky we all are! Next time you take a drink of water, marvel at the fact that you don’t even think twice about the diseases you may get from it.  Next time you get a bug bite, instead of being bothered by the nuisance, be grateful your life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a lighter note…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse told me that the malaria medicine makes your skin even more sensitive to sunlight – sunburn here I come! My classmates are already starting to make fun of how much I’m going to stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2352932354148488970?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2352932354148488970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-bit-of-perspective.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2352932354148488970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2352932354148488970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-bit-of-perspective.html' title='Just a bit of perspective …'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6126792306151439833</id><published>2011-02-19T19:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:49:15.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9Bd6b3WzL4/TWB-IJbj5LI/AAAAAAAAABU/WvbcfsnPixA/s1600/Accounting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9Bd6b3WzL4/TWB-IJbj5LI/AAAAAAAAABU/WvbcfsnPixA/s320/Accounting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575595017120244914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stole Landens 'nerd glasses' to see if they held any special nerd powers.  I was hopeful that my accounting would suddenly make sense through these cute new lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, all that happened was a successful distraction, and now I plan to play the night away, even though all of this homework still awaits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDQQNALsmYw/TWB9tSx53qI/AAAAAAAAABM/hAiTzUIaEyM/s1600/Homework%2Banyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDQQNALsmYw/TWB9tSx53qI/AAAAAAAAABM/hAiTzUIaEyM/s320/Homework%2Banyone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575594555773410978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really good at sharing if anyone wants to join me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6126792306151439833?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6126792306151439833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/study-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6126792306151439833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6126792306151439833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/study-break.html' title='Study break'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9Bd6b3WzL4/TWB-IJbj5LI/AAAAAAAAABU/WvbcfsnPixA/s72-c/Accounting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6433394918845302625</id><published>2011-02-14T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:09:02.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn’t the day of Love just Loverly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it’s such a fun holiday.  And lets be honest, with the sun shining like it was today, you can’t help but be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of cupid’s joyful day, here is a wonderful quote from a silly movie (Win a date with Tad Hamilton) that I just can’t help but love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pete: Like do you know she has six smiles? One when something really makes her laugh. One when she's making plans. One when she is laughing out of politeness. One when she is uncomfortable. One when she is making fun of herself. And one when... she's talking about her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Rosalee: You have five smiles Pete. One when you think someone's an idiot. One when you think someone's REALLY an idiot. One when you're singing to Barry White. One when you're getting all dressed up. And one when you're looking at me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WM4Z1IuCeEE/TVnamQC5HKI/AAAAAAAAABE/VK6a_DGlkik/s1600/lipstick%2Bkiss_full.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WM4Z1IuCeEE/TVnamQC5HKI/AAAAAAAAABE/VK6a_DGlkik/s200/lipstick%2Bkiss_full.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573726364524682402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep smiling because you never know who is falling in love with all your smiles.&lt;br /&gt;HaPpY VaLeNtInEs DaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6433394918845302625?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6433394918845302625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6433394918845302625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6433394918845302625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air ...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WM4Z1IuCeEE/TVnamQC5HKI/AAAAAAAAABE/VK6a_DGlkik/s72-c/lipstick%2Bkiss_full.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4373166529211838238</id><published>2011-02-11T12:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:49:31.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BeSt EvEr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were stranded on a desert island and could bring one food item with you, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine would be apples and peanut butter. Yup, that’s right! BEST Snack EvEr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TVWSYStlS-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_ygCJfOk2tM/s1600/1955628306_1cd0f41f79_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TVWSYStlS-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_ygCJfOk2tM/s320/1955628306_1cd0f41f79_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572521059978398690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I know this is technically two things, but I’m the one making the rules here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought you might want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/starlee633/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-4373166529211838238?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4373166529211838238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4373166529211838238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4373166529211838238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-ever.html' title='BeSt EvEr'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TVWSYStlS-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_ygCJfOk2tM/s72-c/1955628306_1cd0f41f79_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2745633370384842108</id><published>2011-01-21T18:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:36:52.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>Um … I’m failing accounting! I have no idea what is going on and it is showing quite obviously in my quiz scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does math even exist? It shouldn’t be this hard people! I don’t want your T-chart or accounting journals and FYI credit and debit are not what you’re telling me they are.  I’ve had lots of experience with both these cards and you can’t just go and change the definition on me just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m president of a company I’ll have to pay someone to organize these numbers for me! Don’t get me wrong, I know how to read the important numbers – NET INCOME – but other than that, someone will have to be there to explain all these other trivial liabilities, expenses, assets, stockholder equity, insurance policies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I’ll always have someone there to help me in the ‘real world’, can I get a little help on my quizzes?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2745633370384842108?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2745633370384842108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2745633370384842108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2745633370384842108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7JbIJNZGxtM/TTeXiu1FFUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NlgDB6-c_N4/S220/starlee_6271-v12%2Btestprint1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-273735862065853136</id><published>2011-01-08T17:55:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:29:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkLj-O_bNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eEn8Ag04HbQ/s1600/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkLj-O_bNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eEn8Ag04HbQ/s320/Home_Photo_books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559987927594790098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/starlee633/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/starlee633/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I really don't know if i'm ready for round two...Everyone promised the second semester is easier than the first, but after a week of classes and 9 hours of homework today, i'm not so sure I should believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think it's a time for a little study break to show off some of the fun things I did over the break when homework didn't rule my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkKX1-bHGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LVp7GclkrBE/s1600/DSC04735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkKX1-bHGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LVp7GclkrBE/s320/DSC04735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559986619707759714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that Christmas is still so magical at my home ... and would you look at how fast he's opening that present - he's a professional. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJv-3pO1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/EN76iOzKQnQ/s1600/DSC04783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJv-3pO1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/EN76iOzKQnQ/s320/DSC04783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559985934900476754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my family is my favorite thing in the whole world.  I was especially grateful that I was able to have so many extended family members and friends over this year! Don't Kori and I make adorable little gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJmv0wRII/AAAAAAAAAc4/LaHcVP7yAIg/s1600/DSC04807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJmv0wRII/AAAAAAAAAc4/LaHcVP7yAIg/s320/DSC04807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559985776243000450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there was also more filming. Got to love that family bonding time. The SFP program is almost done and I couldn't be happier to see where it goes from here. If you don't know what i'm talking about, check this &lt;a href="http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-life-where-musical.html"&gt;old post&lt;/a&gt; out and then check out &lt;a href="http://madd.24prod.com/SFP/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJV7bdpgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9QBBoPYRdcQ/s1600/DSC04853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJV7bdpgI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9QBBoPYRdcQ/s320/DSC04853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559985487300371970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've thought about this sledding adventure about 5 times today. I so wish I was doing that instead of studying, but that's life! I'm just glad I got to have such great adventures while I was home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJGn7I5NI/AAAAAAAAAco/IVdRLh2xsm4/s1600/DSC04873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkJGn7I5NI/AAAAAAAAAco/IVdRLh2xsm4/s320/DSC04873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559985224366482642" 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/5576617347554529199-273735862065853136?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/273735862065853136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/273735862065853136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/273735862065853136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2011/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TSkLj-O_bNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/eEn8Ag04HbQ/s72-c/Home_Photo_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1471048022818911624</id><published>2010-12-12T16:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:15:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY BiRtHdAy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the birthday of a very very important young lady! I don't know if you are all aware, but this beautiful woman is 99 YEARS OLD TODAY! Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TQVk87H6CYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HzFRpv-Ds0M/s1600/DSC01852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TQVk87H6CYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HzFRpv-Ds0M/s320/DSC01852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549953113629788546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Grandma Judy, Mom, Great Grandma Nora, Me)&lt;br /&gt;How did she celebrate you may ask? By having a little open house so she could visit with her 100's, yes 100's, of decedents!  I wasn't able to visit with Grandma Nora, so i'll have to visit her in a few weeks when i'm home from school. But I heard that she practiced her Jitter Bug and informed everyone at her party that if you didn't know how to do that dance back when her and my Grandpa Ernest were courting, then you couldn't go out dancing, which meant you had no chance at getting a cute boy/girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that the dating world isn't the way my grandma remembers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grandma Nora, and here's to another spectacular year to come ... and keep dancing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1471048022818911624?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1471048022818911624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1471048022818911624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1471048022818911624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday.html' title='HaPpY BiRtHdAy!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TQVk87H6CYI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HzFRpv-Ds0M/s72-c/DSC01852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3165297982982557876</id><published>2010-12-01T18:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:56:34.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReAsOn 1,473</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I love school today? Because I was having a stressful, tiring, slightly frustrating day and then I went to class and we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built towers out of drinking straws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the manager of my team, and we came in second.  It was the most enjoyable therapeutic learning moment of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Grad School Great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3165297982982557876?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3165297982982557876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason-1473.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3165297982982557876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3165297982982557876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason-1473.html' title='ReAsOn 1,473'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3802004971351966861</id><published>2010-11-29T21:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:57:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'bout them Utes?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSAu8abJ-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/nLdC0Hyrsw0/s1600/DSC04680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSAu8abJ-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/nLdC0Hyrsw0/s320/DSC04680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545198585179219938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, It's true that I go to a school down south, but when it's time to show your true color you better believe mine is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSBNwZ-tLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5y4dGKAUaBU/s1600/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSBNwZ-tLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5y4dGKAUaBU/s320/DSC04677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545199114532074674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks to this beautiful lady I had 3rd row seats right between the 30 and 40 yard line in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSS&lt;/span&gt;. It was the most wonderful time I've had, while freezing my bum off, in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSCSYXgmbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ifjvjl44Vl0/s1600/DSC04686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSCSYXgmbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Ifjvjl44Vl0/s320/DSC04686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545200293490235826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I must admit that I was so excited to discuss the game in great detail on Monday morning, but I had a hard time finding anyone who would talk to me about it ... strange, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SO HAPPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3802004971351966861?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3802004971351966861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-bout-them-utes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3802004971351966861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3802004971351966861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-bout-them-utes.html' title='How &apos;bout them Utes?!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TPSAu8abJ-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/nLdC0Hyrsw0/s72-c/DSC04680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6681949510214921316</id><published>2010-10-27T21:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:16:01.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok boys and girls, I know it’s been a while, but I’m BACK! Aren’t you excited? I sure am! At this moment I should be studying for yet another midterm… or editing a group paper…or updating the blog that I started for BYU Grantwell.  But instead I’m taking some ‘me’ time and watching Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith while updating you on my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMkALqtNGaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8zLQDvwn2rk/s1600/DSC04608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMkALqtNGaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8zLQDvwn2rk/s320/DSC04608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532953817643817378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my desk, which is a pretty accurate representation of my life.   Apparently I’ve never understood the true meaning of midterms, but oh am I learning.  On the bright side, I’ve made it to midterms! I’m half way through my first semester of grad school, and I’m still LOVING it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out there’s a lot more to this school thing than just school.  I’m learning what it’s like to live with 3 girls instead of 6 boys (I think I prefer the boys); I’m learning what it’s like when you don’t live with your running buddy; that the question ‘what’s for dinner’ isn’t a question that only moms dread; that the quote “time fly’s whether you're having fun or not” is SO true; being sick sucks even more when you have to go out and buy yourself medicine and make your own chicken noodle soup; and that one true friend is worth a thousand acquaintances!  Basically I’m taking a crash course on life! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMkABgSjldI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GY2bOgBsPJM/s1600/DSC04606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMkABgSjldI/AAAAAAAAAb0/GY2bOgBsPJM/s320/DSC04606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532953643048998354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of which – I’ve never been happier to be a cougar than at this moment!&lt;br /&gt;‘Catch a cougar’ has never been so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMj_1UMdiII/AAAAAAAAAbs/xPr62VjjMQ8/s1600/DSC04607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMj_1UMdiII/AAAAAAAAAbs/xPr62VjjMQ8/s320/DSC04607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532953433643780226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for visiting girls!  Come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6681949510214921316?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6681949510214921316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-boys-and-girls-i-know-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6681949510214921316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6681949510214921316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-boys-and-girls-i-know-its-been-while.html' title='What the Blog...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TMkALqtNGaI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8zLQDvwn2rk/s72-c/DSC04608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6676944142830924486</id><published>2010-09-18T20:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:28:26.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Grad school…</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are. I have officially made it through my first month of Grad school (if you include orientation of course)! And might I just say that overall it is wonderful! That’s not to say that its been easy in any way, but I’m very excited for what is ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I could tell you all about it in the traditional form, but in the spirit of school, I thought it would be more fun to have you take a little test! Don’t worry, this won’t count toward your grade as a friend, but you should still do your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got my first calling in my first student ward&lt;br /&gt;a. The very first day I went to the ward&lt;br /&gt;b. Within one week of attending church&lt;br /&gt;c. I have somehow avoided a call as of now&lt;br /&gt;d. 3 days before ever actually attending my ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Grad school is&lt;br /&gt;a. Overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;b. Thrilling&lt;br /&gt;c. Slightly frightening&lt;br /&gt;d. Exciting&lt;br /&gt;e. All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My new roommates are&lt;br /&gt;a. Adorable and clean – couldn’t ask for more&lt;br /&gt;b. A little on the crazy side and make me a little nervous&lt;br /&gt;c. I rarely see them because I spend so much time at school&lt;br /&gt;d. A &amp;amp; C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) BYU overall&lt;br /&gt;a. Isn’t quite as bad as I expected it to be&lt;br /&gt;b. Has already converted me to Blue side&lt;br /&gt;c. Is full of crazy people&lt;br /&gt;d. Makes me want to live in P-town forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Over the past 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;a. I’ve done more reading than I’ve done in the past year&lt;br /&gt;b. I’ve learned more about me and the world around me than I did in a year in my under grad&lt;br /&gt;c. I’ve loved sitting in class and gleaming information from some of the most intelligent people I’ve ever met.&lt;br /&gt;d. I may have developed back problems from carrying a huge backpack around all the time&lt;br /&gt;e. All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) On the days that I’m not at school&lt;br /&gt;a. I go to the Tanner building anyways to work on extra-curricular activities and attend study groups&lt;br /&gt;b. I wake up and start studying right away so I can take my test online before the deadline&lt;br /&gt;c. I run away to SLC to regain my sanity&lt;br /&gt;d. All of the above – as applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Some highlights from the Y campus thus far have been&lt;br /&gt;a. Watching someone get proposed to in Brigham Square&lt;br /&gt;b. Finding out that there is a flag rising and lowering ceremony everyday. When the National Anthem comes on everyone just stops where they are and puts their hands over their hearts. It was a strange and frightening experience.&lt;br /&gt;c. Going to Regional conference in a basketball stadium and deciding it looked more like a mini session of general conference. (Holland, Packer, Scott, and Sis Beck were all there)&lt;br /&gt;d. Watching someone get busted for disobeying the honor code&lt;br /&gt;e. B &amp;amp; C&lt;br /&gt;f. A &amp;amp; C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer Key:&lt;br /&gt;1 – d – I’m a Relief Society Teacher&lt;br /&gt;2 - e&lt;br /&gt;3 – d – and I’m oh so grateful for them!&lt;br /&gt;4 – a – If you said d we probably shouldn’t be friends and it would probably be best if you just stopped blog-stalking me RIGHT NOW! ;)&lt;br /&gt;5 - e&lt;br /&gt;6 – d – I thought my light load on Fridays would allow me to run away to SLC all the time, but over the past 3 weeks my Fridays (and Saturdays) have gotten just as busy as the rest of the week. :(&lt;br /&gt;7 - e – I’m still waiting for the other two. I’ll be sure to let you know as soon as they happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6676944142830924486?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6676944142830924486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-this-is-grad-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6676944142830924486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6676944142830924486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-this-is-grad-school.html' title='So this is Grad school…'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5598347444860167947</id><published>2010-08-21T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T11:53:57.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met a girl with my SAME NAME!!! Now this may sound like a very lame everyday event, but this has NEVER happened to me!  She is 16 years old and adorable.   She plays the electric guitar amazingly, which was fun but still rather strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time someone called out her name I felt so strange because I knew they weren’t talking to me, but it was MY NAME they were calling out. So now I know how it feels, and I just have to say that I’m glad to have an original name and don’t have to deal with this ‘multiple person, one name’ issue very much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. She spells it Starlie so technically our names aren’t completely the same… I don’t know why, but this was important to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5598347444860167947?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5598347444860167947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5598347444860167947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5598347444860167947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1227674210945492521</id><published>2010-08-09T08:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:26:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougarmail?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Umm ... I get 'Cougarmail'.  This is very telling of what my life is going to entail in the very near future.  I'm a little excited (aside from the whole drab BYU blue thing - you would think they could come up with a better school color.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, I didn't buy football tickets at the Y (duh, who do you think I am?).  But I was also unable to buy U football tickets, so if you ever have an extra ticket and want to let my inner Ute free, give me a call - I'll be there in CRIMSON from head to toe! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1227674210945492521?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1227674210945492521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/cougarmail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1227674210945492521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1227674210945492521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/cougarmail.html' title='Cougarmail?!?!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5465086917535115893</id><published>2010-08-03T08:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:49:03.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Devil wears Prada' moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the movie, The Devil Wears Prada, everyone calls the new girl in the office, 'the new Emily'.  Whenever Andy is introduced everyone just asks where Emily is and then calls her 'the new Emily' anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, after almost 5 years of working at the University of Utah, I'm moving on.  I'm training the new girl, and as I introduce her everyone just says, 'oh, so you're the new Starlee?'.  It's nice to know I've made my mark on the University Information Technology department, and that she'll just have to be the 'new Starlee' until she makes her own place among all of these techies and nerds I've come to love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS - Only 7 work days left :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5465086917535115893?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5465086917535115893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-devil-wears-prada-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5465086917535115893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5465086917535115893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-devil-wears-prada-moment.html' title='My &apos;Devil wears Prada&apos; moment'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7374035150152819698</id><published>2010-07-27T21:23:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:44:02.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend at the Cabin</title><content type='html'>I used to worry about what I was missing back in the 'real world' whenever I was at the Cabin. But I must say that i'm really getting this whole relaxing thing down. Life can actually be a lot of fun without cell phones and computers...for a little while at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who Wouldn't love the cabin when you get to spend time with this hunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-yOqh4_bI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ENL81abZDc0/s1600/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498809635047013810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-yOqh4_bI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ENL81abZDc0/s320/DSC04512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mostly I just hang out and read/sleep/have hammock wars with people who get on the hammock next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-x5DlRWdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fXg24AF7jdg/s1600/DSC04509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498809263814957522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-x5DlRWdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/fXg24AF7jdg/s320/DSC04509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This trip was a truly special one because I shot a gun for the FIRST time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me pretending I know what my dad is telling me to shoot at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-xlK22A9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/SasFvYTKsec/s1600/DSC04521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498808922170328018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-xlK22A9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/SasFvYTKsec/s320/DSC04521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498808319170591714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-xCEggO-I/AAAAAAAAAa8/rS-V-BSZiSY/s320/DSC04526.JPG" /&gt;I was a little bit terrified but my dad is a pretty good teacher. He got mad at me when I closed one of my eyes and told me to keep both eyes open. This immediately reminded me of that scene in Pocahontas when John Smith says the same thing. The fact that i'm making these kinds of inferences will show you about how much experience I have with guns.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498808621018147090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-xTo-kaRI/AAAAAAAAAbE/fyU9GdfBpqY/s320/DSC04524.JPG" /&gt;Oh ya, that is the shell from my very first bullet! I think i'm pretty hardcore, but Landen said I looked sort of pathetic when I actually shot the gun. "Very non-Sarah Walker'esk" in his words (reference to Chuck). Next time I go shooting i'll wear a miniskirt and high heels - I bet my aim will be better that way, and then i'll really be able to show off my MAD Secret Agent SKILLZ!&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/5576617347554529199-7374035150152819698?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7374035150152819698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-weekend-at-cabin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7374035150152819698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7374035150152819698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-weekend-at-cabin.html' title='Long weekend at the Cabin'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TE-yOqh4_bI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ENL81abZDc0/s72-c/DSC04512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-6917307795246170586</id><published>2010-07-13T10:25:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:00:30.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 years...</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's how many years I've been hanging around this beautiful earth learning lots, and experiencing more than I ever thought possible. I've been blessed with wonderful opportunities over the past year and forced to break out of my comfort zone a lot. I have a feeling this year is going to be another one of those years full of experiences that I wasn't sure if I was ready for, or if I even really wanted, but that will help me grow into a better more understanding person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I go, marching into my 23rd year with head held high, ready to embrace whatever comes my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm a little slow, but here are the highlights from my birthday weekend, that I just happened to share with my wonderful family, adorable boyfriend and very favorite country - AMERICA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5ZwHNWKmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/PTRqqf7NtHk/s1600/DSC04374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5ZwHNWKmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/PTRqqf7NtHk/s320/DSC04374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493927278542203490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many people have a brother cool enough to make them a birthday smoothie (complete with lit candle - very tricky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5aI-0zIEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/swkSE_ud1jc/s1600/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5aI-0zIEI/AAAAAAAAAaU/swkSE_ud1jc/s320/DSC04378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493927705788489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spencer wanted to make sure that I had my own fireworks that weekend so I didn't get too jealous of the 4th of July madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5bFTnqI7I/AAAAAAAAAas/PI2kSdmDeFA/s1600/DSC04401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5bFTnqI7I/AAAAAAAAAas/PI2kSdmDeFA/s320/DSC04401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493928742162670514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEST-GIFT-EVER&lt;br /&gt;Words fall short when trying to describe how cool this is, so I'll just leave you to imagine what it would be like to get a portrait of yourself for your birthday, that your boyfriend spent hours working on!  But let me assure you, it's rather AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday at the Cabin!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I had a colorful Rice Crispy treat cake so that my dad could join in the festivities!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5ZiKi6O4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/jvSMI0_XW3I/s1600/DSC04409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5ZiKi6O4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/jvSMI0_XW3I/s320/DSC04409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493927038919785346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall my birthday weekend was WONDERFUL! Thanks to all those that made this weekend memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-6917307795246170586?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6917307795246170586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/23-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6917307795246170586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/6917307795246170586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/23-years.html' title='23 years...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TD5ZwHNWKmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/PTRqqf7NtHk/s72-c/DSC04374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1024129292024016224</id><published>2010-06-27T16:14:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:24:42.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Utah Scholarship Pageant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfh6gQ6xhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KGihKkf_JrY/s1600/DSC04313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfh6gQ6xhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KGihKkf_JrY/s320/DSC04313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487603066183796242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it came and went in the blink of an eye.  The week that I had spent months preparing for was over before I realized it had begun.  It was harder than I thought it would be, I made more dear friends than I would have thought possible, I learned wonderful lessons about myself and others, and found myself in a much better place physically, spiritually, mentally, and intellectually than I started.   I know you are probably having a hard time seeing how this could be, considering I left Capitol Theater on Saturday night exhausted, drained and thinking about earthquake prevention (one of the funnier answers that came out in the on-stage question).&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty it was an experience that I will take with me throughout my life and helped refine who I already am.  It showed me my weaknesses and my strengths and helped me overcome some of my own personal fears.  I didn't win anything in the competition, however I left the experience with more than I could have ever asked for.  It was the ride of a lifetime and I couldn't be happier with my performance.  If given the chance to do it all over again I would, and I wouldn't change a thing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now on to the fun stuff...PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfg7YTLibI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3-IBRDL6zBg/s1600/P1090721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfg7YTLibI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3-IBRDL6zBg/s320/P1090721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487601981714041266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my evening gown.  It was quite the experience finding and remodeling the dress.  If you ever need a really good seamstress just ask because I found a WONDERFUL one who made this dress possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfgmCjpCcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kfvjeWTiclo/s1600/Miss+Utah+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfgmCjpCcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kfvjeWTiclo/s320/Miss+Utah+2010+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487601615100250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interview! My very favorite part of the competition.  I also like the on-stage question...even if mine was the dreaded 'gay-marriage' question.  Good thing I was prepared for everything they threw at me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfgWYBZVQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ic1_QZlxyBo/s1600/DSC04347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfgWYBZVQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ic1_QZlxyBo/s320/DSC04347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487601345984288002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh swimsuit.... my least favorite part, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCffXJ6ZAxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/esAqJ9H80Lk/s1600/Miss+Utah+2010+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCffXJ6ZAxI/AAAAAAAAAYs/esAqJ9H80Lk/s320/Miss+Utah+2010+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487600259865051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talent! I performed a classical Tarantella on pointe. The judges didn't seem too interested in the classical performances, but I sure had fun.  Dancing on that stage is like coming home for me.  I don't even get nervous because i've performed there so many times.  The memories I have on that stage have all been so fun, and now I have a few more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCffBOzNqII/AAAAAAAAAYk/3K6ai79LqsQ/s1600/DSC04327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCffBOzNqII/AAAAAAAAAYk/3K6ai79LqsQ/s320/DSC04327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487599883220002946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few pics of me and some of my friends for life.  Who knew pageant girls were such fun, kind, genuine, helpful girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfekyrRyZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DIwQvRkhzPc/s1600/Miss+Utah+2010+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfekyrRyZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DIwQvRkhzPc/s320/Miss+Utah+2010+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487599394634189202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfeJJ7oPjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/W-6iGGfvvsw/s1600/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfeJJ7oPjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/W-6iGGfvvsw/s320/DSC04335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487598919840448050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is no way I could have done any of this without all the support of my wonderful family and friends.  I couldn't surround myself with any better people, and I appreciate all of the hours that were spent helping me prepare.  Each time I was on stage I knew I wasn't alone, I was just the representative of all the hard work that many people put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Thank You Thank You for all of your love, patience, understanding and support.  It means more than you'll ever know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfdkXos-qI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZnVLCwvTZrY/s1600/P1090669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfdkXos-qI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZnVLCwvTZrY/s320/P1090669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487598287864003234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfcldlZiaI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CUdnaFX3NBs/s1600/P1090658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfcldlZiaI/AAAAAAAAAX8/CUdnaFX3NBs/s320/P1090658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487597207129000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfcT5D1d_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/1Su96dMgntE/s1600/P1090724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfcT5D1d_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/1Su96dMgntE/s320/P1090724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596905266771954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And just so you all know, my platform is the Strengthening Families Program.  I'm trying to raise awareness about this wonderful program that will be available to all Utah families that will strengthen our families, and in turn strengthen our communities and nation as a whole.  Please watch this short &lt;a href="http://madd.24prod.com/SFP/"&gt;promotional video &lt;/a&gt;to find out more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1024129292024016224?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1024129292024016224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-utah-scholarship-pageant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1024129292024016224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1024129292024016224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-utah-scholarship-pageant.html' title='Miss Utah Scholarship Pageant'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TCfh6gQ6xhI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KGihKkf_JrY/s72-c/DSC04313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8528206230978373130</id><published>2010-06-14T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:30:01.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little train ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know how when the train  is leaving the station, it's moving rather slow?  You're excited to get where you're going but just as excited about getting there and seeing what adventure &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;brings {if you wanted to get there fast you would have taken a plane}.  You settle into that window seat and look out at the life you are leaving and imagine what this same window will be framing when the train stops again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that has been my life for the past 6 months or so.  I had my destination in mind, had my ticket and a window seat so I could take everything in...but then that train started to speed up.  I didn't have a chance to do all the things I thought I would.  In fact looking back on the trip, most of it was a blur because I was moving so fast.  And the funny thing is that at times I don't think I was moving at all, and yet life propels you forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am.  I've reached my destination and it's now time to make my mark on this new experience i've brought myself to...or let it make its mark on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, i'm in a different place than I was 6 months ago.  It's new, different, exciting and scary all at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking out the window and i'm seeing wonderful things! Just as I'd hoped.  Now it's time to get out of the train and explore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8528206230978373130?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8528206230978373130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-train-ride.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8528206230978373130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8528206230978373130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-train-ride.html' title='My little train ride'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2993024901147702271</id><published>2010-06-07T10:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T13:01:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do when i'm not blogging...</title><content type='html'>It's been a little while, so here is the update on my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time is spent working...yup, I sit at this desk for 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479470078337935314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr9ATi259I/AAAAAAAAAWU/kWwfyl_F3jc/s320/DSC04304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treadmill&lt;/span&gt; in my office. Then I won't have to just sit all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quite happy in my new little cubicle in my new building. But mostly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happy that this adventure is about to come to an end! I've loved my time working in the IT department, but lets face it - I still struggle with how to turn my computer on/off, so working here has been a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; for me! ( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I can now turn my computer on and off, and I know a little more about html and java, and how giant computers run the entire university web infrastructure - so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; learned lots...but it's still a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been working on Miss Utah stuff! This has somewhat taken over my life, which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with. So among the daily duties of any twenty-something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; spending my evenings reading newspapers, going to dress fittings, dancing my little heart out, making shoes that represent my title (Miss Pioneer Valley), working on my platform, running up mountains, practicing being interviewed, running down mountains (because as we all know, what goes up, must come down), volunteering for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CMN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, going to community events, and trying to keep a little balance in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Miss Utah service day for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Miracle Network a few weeks ago, and it was so much fun! This day was especially great because I got to spend it with my Little Miss, Michaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480018139556095906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAzvdqrwJ6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/9H3Ef4_vvww/s320/IMG_0278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making fun jewelry for the children at Primary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480017926279813810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAzvRQKuWrI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Hb7TTz4xVtE/s320/IMG_0277_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppets - who new they were just as fun to make as they are to play with?!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480017731610571442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAzvF699crI/AAAAAAAAAWc/pUKgFzNucdk/s320/DSC04281.JPG" /&gt;So that's what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up to. If you don't hear from me in the next few weeks, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not dead....just a little busy. And if you want to come to Miss Utah you can get tickets &lt;a href="http://arttix.org/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. And my schedule is as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Evening Gown &amp;amp; On-stage question&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Talent&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Swimsuit&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Final night (the top 10 are named, and they compete in all areas of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; again -then they crown the queen - so exciting!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2993024901147702271?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2993024901147702271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-i-do-when-im-not-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2993024901147702271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2993024901147702271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-i-do-when-im-not-blogging.html' title='What I do when i&apos;m not blogging...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr9ATi259I/AAAAAAAAAWU/kWwfyl_F3jc/s72-c/DSC04304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1225610176879609733</id><published>2010-06-05T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:37:48.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness for my girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness for girl friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Someone who always knows how you feel (or is at least willing to act like it's ok that you feel the way you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Someone that understands your struggles and fears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;*Someone that makes you laugh when you want to cry&lt;/align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr5-JioOWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CBMrc0H4Snw/s1600/CIMG2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr5-JioOWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CBMrc0H4Snw/s320/CIMG2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479466742757996898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone that always has your back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who understands that some paths have to be traveled alone, but stays on the sidelines just to cheer you on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone that isn't afraid to laugh at/with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr4ZyAn42I/AAAAAAAAAV0/subn4GlP4Rw/s1600/DSC03883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr4ZyAn42I/AAAAAAAAAV0/subn4GlP4Rw/s320/DSC03883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479465018454434658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who will tell you that sweater DOES make you look fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone that will answer the phone no matter what time it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr4ndODoCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0ddsDXkPl9c/s1600/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr4ndODoCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0ddsDXkPl9c/s320/DSC04147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479465253391802402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who will tell you No when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone that will tell you Yes when the world is saying No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone that can understand where you're coming from when you're not even sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who pushes you to your limits to help you realize your potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr30hdV00I/AAAAAAAAAVk/LE2T2UbZ5WY/s1600/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr30hdV00I/AAAAAAAAAVk/LE2T2UbZ5WY/s320/DSC02929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479464378356323138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who still loves you on your bad day...or early in the morning....or really late at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone you can sit in silence with and completely understand what they are talking about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Someone who understands when advice is needed and when you just need to talk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Someone that supports your dreams even on the days you don't know if it's worth it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who calls just to see how your day was and share a funny experience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr4H2WJFdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TPTYM0ZqJ0w/s1600/DSC03527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr4H2WJFdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TPTYM0ZqJ0w/s320/DSC03527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479464710380787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone you can share your deepest darkest secrets with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone it's ok to cry with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Someone who makes you your very best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Someone who can make the everyday jobs extrordinarily fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr6n1rIRQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_AT2wXr8AtY/s1600/Disneyland+362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr6n1rIRQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_AT2wXr8AtY/s320/Disneyland+362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479467458979448066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God didn't give me any biological sisters because he knew I would always have such wonderful girl friends. I love you girls and thank you for continuing to be there for me. I'm looking forward to all the fun times still to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*MUAH* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1225610176879609733?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1225610176879609733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/gno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1225610176879609733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1225610176879609733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/gno.html' title='Thank Goodness for my girls!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/TAr5-JioOWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CBMrc0H4Snw/s72-c/CIMG2265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1271617634202973980</id><published>2010-05-13T10:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:32:38.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets just clear this up right now!</title><content type='html'>I'm participating in the 'old world' classy competition that feels no need to keep up with the times.  Instead, the Miss America Organization likes to support women who plan to become doctors and lawyers with the largest scholarship for women in the world. I don't ask you to understand why we do it - just understand the differences! Not all pageants are created equally! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.foxnews.com/v/4187439/racy-photos-land-pageant-in-hot-water?playlist_id=87937"&gt;Watch this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1271617634202973980?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1271617634202973980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-just-clear-this-up-right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1271617634202973980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1271617634202973980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-just-clear-this-up-right-now.html' title='Lets just clear this up right now!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5663917740155224656</id><published>2010-05-06T11:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:21:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll hear from me again soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make up for my lack of blogging, my friends started doing it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{what would I do without them}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have plenty of updates that will be coming soon, but for now please visit &lt;a href="http://pixelperfect-jess.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you visit? Isn't Jessica amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's time to get your family pictures taken, give Jess a call! I promise you'll be happy you did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and I just had to include this so you would know why I look so happy in all of these pics. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468223361750561714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S-MILPWic7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/EOmiZGVY5UI/s320/25281_566412897141_29003656_32890268_5186509_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5663917740155224656?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5663917740155224656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/youll-hear-from-me-again-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5663917740155224656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5663917740155224656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/youll-hear-from-me-again-soon.html' title='you&apos;ll hear from me again soon...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S-MILPWic7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/EOmiZGVY5UI/s72-c/25281_566412897141_29003656_32890268_5186509_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1230075661553834626</id><published>2010-04-29T16:37:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:14:32.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta LOVE those Red Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9odlMJyyDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/y-J0j-YfNH8/s1600/DSC04234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9odlMJyyDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/y-J0j-YfNH8/s320/DSC04234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465713622522185778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This past gymnastics season was wonderful! Nothing better than good food, great entertainment, and AMAZING friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm always fascinated by the talent these young women have, and the discipline it takes to do what they do.   I'm pretty sure i'll be a gymnast in my next life....actually I plan to be a Broadway star in my next life... or a Rock Star, but maybe the one after that. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9oc4XbdWtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jDAMVHxxf1o/s1600/DSC04225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9oc4XbdWtI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jDAMVHxxf1o/s320/DSC04225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465712852454955730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, though I do not have the extreme talent it takes to do a cartwheel on the beam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;{or on solid ground as it turns out}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am able to dance my way onto the Jumbo-tron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9odMW3t5nI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dLokEWGGyaY/s1600/DSC04230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9odMW3t5nI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dLokEWGGyaY/s320/DSC04230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465713195902428786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup, those amazing moves got us up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So though I plan to move away to a place my friends don't like to talk about, Jessica told me she will still let me get season tickets to gymnastics and cheer on our Red Rocks no matter where I go to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9ob-tN6mEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5NhMmrOvL6c/s1600/DSC04148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9ob-tN6mEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/5NhMmrOvL6c/s320/DSC04148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465711861871319106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-1230075661553834626?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1230075661553834626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotta-love-those-red-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1230075661553834626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1230075661553834626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/gotta-love-those-red-rocks.html' title='Gotta LOVE those Red Rocks'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S9odlMJyyDI/AAAAAAAAAU8/y-J0j-YfNH8/s72-c/DSC04234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3761840076651000247</id><published>2010-04-21T07:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:43:45.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SkYlEr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I miss this kid a lot! And by sometimes, I mean {ALL the time}!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600325735159698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S88ODd1gl5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/WFzL9cLGw7I/s320/untitled+1+fish.bmp" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600903553563858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S88OlGYJvNI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iCNEyitlZ1k/s320/25403_451687153848_653198848_5577968_4444848_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600652641657010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S88OWfqF4LI/AAAAAAAAAUU/mRliPlNNkXA/s320/3296_104137708848_653198848_2460912_4426854_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600481302033714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S88OMhXitTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ZKYIkm_5Whs/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462600187332059330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S88N7aPo4MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SWmUYMQ1LOU/s320/hawaii.bmp" /&gt; Only 1 year, 2 months, and about 1 week til I see him again...not that anyone is counting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3761840076651000247?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3761840076651000247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/skyler.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3761840076651000247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3761840076651000247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/skyler.html' title='SkYlEr'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S88ODd1gl5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/WFzL9cLGw7I/s72-c/untitled+1+fish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1953799203922973676</id><published>2010-04-08T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:18:38.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S74C6ygmvVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/R9fzFTlK40Q/s1600/1024x768chuck_sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457803007433817426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S74C6ygmvVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/R9fzFTlK40Q/s320/1024x768chuck_sarah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two and a half years ago Skyler innocently rented the first few episodes of a new show that he had heard was pretty good. Little did I know that I was about to embark on a life changing experience and might I add &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; affair that has lasted almost 3 years now…and is still running strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemingly small decision one late Friday night in the Blockbuster under Smiths has turned into a lovely little gem in my life. It was a bonding ground for Sky and I before he left me. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Chuck Club’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; commenced every Tuesday night around 9:30 or 10 when we finally had time to watch last week’s episode together. If both members were not present, the Chuck club was unable to move forward. Landen was an honorary member at this time – he was welcome to join, but not necessary {plus my bed doesn’t really fit all 3 of us very well}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team Bartowski&lt;/strong&gt; now consists of Starlee and Landen, with Brock as our &lt;em&gt;very eager&lt;/em&gt; honorary member {my bed still doesn’t really fit 3 very well, but Brock doesn’t let this deter him}. We also have some young ‘Chuck Club’ wanna-bes but due to their age, they are forced to watch the show when it is actually on TV and sleep when Chuck Club is being held. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: I’m not sure that this show is appropriate for my youngest brothers…but who can deny a person the right to view such an amazing show.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would just like to say that I count Chuck, Sarah, Casey, Morgan, Ellie and Awesome in among my very favorite people to hang out with. Is this slightly pathetic…maybe, but only if you don’t know them. If you have seen the show, you’ll understand. If not, there is something wrong in your life (and for heaven’s sake, &lt;u&gt;start at the beginning&lt;/u&gt; – don’t just try to jump in, it won’t work)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Cast and Crew of Chuck,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! You’re doing a stand-up job and I think you should all get raises. Someday when I’m president, I’ll put that on my list of things to do. If our president can pass the healthcare bill I’m sure I can get one through to mandate that all Americans watch your show – and I bet I’ll get votes from both sides of the aisle. ;) Keep up the good work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would love to be on your show someday. Even if I play one of the bad guys you kill – you would be amazed by my abilities to play dead…just think about it. Thanks!&lt;/span&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/5576617347554529199-1953799203922973676?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1953799203922973676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-chuck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1953799203922973676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1953799203922973676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-chuck.html' title='Oh Chuck'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S74C6ygmvVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/R9fzFTlK40Q/s72-c/1024x768chuck_sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2160757562399351063</id><published>2010-04-01T10:20:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:55:45.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER say Never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hades is now an arctic tundra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fat Lady is singing her final number,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I will be attending BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{for my MPA}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(please notice and appreciate my use of the word Hades instead of Hell due to my new honor code) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! This very minute you are checking your food storage, because you know the end is near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are breathing deeply into a paper bag with your head between your knees saying to yourself, 'but Starlee, how can this be?' And all I can say is that life happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it is a nice Martha Stewart style planed out dinner with your favorite place settings, candle sticks and the works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and sometimes it is a surprise party that you just weren't expecting. But none the less, it's a party, Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now be forced to take back all that I have said about how I wouldn't be caught dead living in Provo...well, I actually still hope never to be caught dead there, but alive is now a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I do not plan to take back all of the things I have said about how disturbed Provo is. In fact, I feel it is now my responsibility to find proof to back up my claims and report on them in essay form (I'm a student again ... sorry)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations and Condolences are welcome. I'll understand both. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to change ~ Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{side note: I googled images for the Y and didn’t find anything that I felt comfortable with posting on my blog – I then googled the U and found wonderful pictures, but didn’t know that it would be appropriate to put a beautiful big red block U at the end of this post. As you can see, I still have my allegiances in the right place. ;) } &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2160757562399351063?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2160757562399351063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2160757562399351063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2160757562399351063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-say-never.html' title='NEVER say Never!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8626101074257076749</id><published>2010-03-29T06:13:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:35:21.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Utah then &amp; now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to find a baby picture of myself this weekend, so I started going through some old pictures…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were some real treasures in there, and I’m sure many of my amazing finds will end up on here at some point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This first one seemed most applicable at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7Cng2rma1I/AAAAAAAAATE/4dY4lBTo9Sg/s1600/sc005a34aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454043331621710674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7Cng2rma1I/AAAAAAAAATE/4dY4lBTo9Sg/s400/sc005a34aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mothers beautiful Miss Utah picture. She competed as Miss Sanpete County about 26 years ago! Good to know she looks just as &lt;em&gt;glamorous&lt;/em&gt; today as she did then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454043585397470610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7CnvoEdNZI/AAAAAAAAATM/YnDCSV65DMo/s400/star_620_edited3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is my Miss Utah pic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can only hope to look half as cute as my mom in 26 years, and accomplish half of the things she has! She is simply AMAZING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8626101074257076749?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8626101074257076749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-utah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8626101074257076749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8626101074257076749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-utah.html' title='Miss Utah then &amp; now'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7Cng2rma1I/AAAAAAAAATE/4dY4lBTo9Sg/s72-c/sc005a34aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7423493130549319683</id><published>2010-03-24T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:30:58.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro’s and Con’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Living with Elementary school aged children means that they are exposed to EVERY disease known to man…and being the loving children they are, will bring it home and share it with you! (Con)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Upon giving you the flu though, they don’t run and hide from the germs.  Instead they bring you ‘throw-up bowls’, saltine crackers, ice, and all their favorite movies.  They then proceed to crawl in bed with you, and are content to watch Kung Fu Panda over and over, whether you are conscious or not. (Pro’s) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I’ve decided this is unconditional love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Thanks boys, for the illness&lt;em&gt; {sort of}&lt;/em&gt; and the attempts to make me better ~ it worked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7423493130549319683?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7423493130549319683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/pros-and-cons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7423493130549319683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7423493130549319683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pro’s and Con’s'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1609499641935226443</id><published>2010-03-15T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:11:30.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Favorites:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Our deepest fear is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that we are inadequate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;powerful beyond measure&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We ask ourselves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Who am I to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brilliant,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gorgeous,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Talented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabulous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Actually, who are you &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We were born to make manifest the &lt;strong&gt;glory of God&lt;/strong&gt; that is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;within us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And as we let our own light shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; we unconsciously give other people &lt;em&gt;permission&lt;/em&gt; to do the same.&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/5576617347554529199-1609499641935226443?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1609499641935226443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-my-favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1609499641935226443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1609499641935226443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-of-my-favorites.html' title='One of my Favorites:'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3465975500386829442</id><published>2010-03-08T09:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:32:36.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Soothe the Redhead Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know the feeling, like every little decision is affecting the rest of your life. Well, that’s where I’m at right now. This can be stressful. So here are a few things that soothe the redhead soul:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Talking with loving friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Dressing up and getting out :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate (my cousin’s blog just talked about eating chocolate cake while doing yoga…that is something I will for sure be trying this summer when chocolate re-enters my diet!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Anne of Green Gables&lt;br /&gt;5. ENDORPHINS – while pumping iron and rocking out, it is impossible not to feel great – ballet would also be entered here&lt;br /&gt;6. Scriptures&lt;br /&gt;7. Grandmas hugs (I’m convinced they have magic powers )&lt;br /&gt;8. CLEANING – Ok, it’s true, I like to clean in any mood, but there is something so soothing about deep cleaning the house&lt;br /&gt;9. Service&lt;br /&gt;10. The knowledge that God is on my side and knows the end destination, even when I don’t!&lt;br /&gt;11. Letters from Sky&lt;br /&gt;12. Listening to Showtunes ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And just so you know, here are a few things that soothe the redhead body:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Vitamin I (ibuprofen)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ice baths (ok, this is not soothing at all, but it works)&lt;br /&gt;3. Tiger Balm / Sombra&lt;br /&gt;4. A trip to the Chiropractor&lt;br /&gt;5. Repeat :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3465975500386829442?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3465975500386829442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-soothe-redhead-soul.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3465975500386829442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3465975500386829442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-that-soothe-redhead-soul.html' title='Things that Soothe the Redhead Soul'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-571282738446047952</id><published>2010-03-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:53:43.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children’s Miracle Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I had the privilege to help collect donations at a local IHOP (on free Pancake Day) for the Children’s Miracle Network. CMN is a partner of the Miss America Organization &amp;amp; together they work to collect donations that save children’s lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMN’s local recipient of donations is Primary Children’s Medical Center. 1 out of every 9 children can’t afford their life saving treatment, so CMN donations go towards paying for the medicine and treatments they need. Last year over $14 million was spent on these cases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441658500293728834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4Snkyr-GkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ayysC6KUw70/s400/DSC04204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to experience the charity that people have. I was overwhelmed by the support and generosity people had for the program. It’s such a blessing to see that even those with so little are willing to give what they can to help another. I was touched by so many that had such Christ-like love. It was also AMAZING to have people stop and tell me their personal story of how CMN saved them or someone close to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This program truly makes miracles happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in donating to CMN, follow the link below. Even a couple of dollars helps a child and their family in immeasurable ways! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missamerica4kids.org/m.aspx?i=12704+91066A8BC84"&gt;http://www.missamerica4kids.org/m.aspx?i=12704+91066A8BC84&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4SlYapCacI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hf0EYG1xvUc/s1600-h/DSC04201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441656088657291714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4SlYapCacI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Hf0EYG1xvUc/s400/DSC04201.JPG" 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/5576617347554529199-571282738446047952?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/571282738446047952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/childrens-miracle-network.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/571282738446047952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/571282738446047952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/childrens-miracle-network.html' title='Children’s Miracle Network'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4Snkyr-GkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ayysC6KUw70/s72-c/DSC04204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7658144327668873112</id><published>2010-02-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:59:00.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How i'm feeling today ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4K3pyagwmI/AAAAAAAAARs/DxQ3Z0p8hpU/s1600-h/job+wanted.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441113228352471650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4K3pyagwmI/AAAAAAAAARs/DxQ3Z0p8hpU/s400/job+wanted.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7658144327668873112?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7658144327668873112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-im-feeling-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7658144327668873112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7658144327668873112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-im-feeling-today.html' title='How i&apos;m feeling today ...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S4K3pyagwmI/AAAAAAAAARs/DxQ3Z0p8hpU/s72-c/job+wanted.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5531755815255459756</id><published>2010-02-18T09:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:14:43.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet on the Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S310iPaa36I/AAAAAAAAARk/cAH82WvekqY/s1600-h/pile+of+pointe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439632056535146402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S310iPaa36I/AAAAAAAAARk/cAH82WvekqY/s320/pile+of+pointe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I’ve got &lt;strong&gt;ballet&lt;/strong&gt; on the brain as of late, and I’m &lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;/pwhat&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perhaps it is due to the fact that I’m dancing more now than I have in the past 3 1/2 years –&lt;em&gt;combined&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I’m breaking in my first pair of &lt;strong&gt;pointe shoes&lt;/strong&gt; since I was a freshman in college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And maybe it is the fact that I’ve seen &lt;strong&gt;Swan Lake&lt;/strong&gt; twice in less than a week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;{Yup, you read that right! Once with an &lt;strong&gt;adorable&lt;/strong&gt; boy that stayed awake for the WHOLE thing &amp;amp; even showed me his variation of &lt;strong&gt;‘swan arms’&lt;/strong&gt; and then one more time just because I HAD to see both casts.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; ballet! It is so easy for me to become simply &lt;strong&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt; with it. It is like second nature. I catch myself drifting in and out of my ballet-way-of-life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mother says it’s an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I say it’s a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatever it is, it has me walking on clouds, and regardless of the blisters, it feels great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope you each take a moment today to &lt;strong&gt;ReMeMbEr&lt;/strong&gt; your &lt;strong&gt;PaSSioN&lt;/strong&gt; and feed your &lt;strong&gt;aMbiTioNs&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EnJoY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;Shameless plug:&lt;/strong&gt; Ballet West’s Swan Lake is running through the end of the week at Capital Theater and you should be there! It's Amazing!** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;strong&gt;Random Side Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you know that when Tchaikovsky died, he thought he was a failure? Yes, that’s right, the composer of all the music for Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, Romeo and Juliet, and Sleeping Beauty, just to name a few, thought he was a failure! We should all be a little less harsh on ourselves!***&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/5576617347554529199-5531755815255459756?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5531755815255459756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/ballet-on-brain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5531755815255459756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5531755815255459756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/ballet-on-brain.html' title='Ballet on the Brain'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S310iPaa36I/AAAAAAAAARk/cAH82WvekqY/s72-c/pile+of+pointe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5872142966271105077</id><published>2010-02-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:29:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always thinking of you ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S3HAa3bJyrI/AAAAAAAAARU/pHzflt9xiDY/s1600-h/Micah+and+Shilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436337792999869106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S3HAa3bJyrI/AAAAAAAAARU/pHzflt9xiDY/s400/Micah+and+Shilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; dearest micah &amp;amp; shilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i think of you each day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i cherish the time we had together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and regret the time we didn't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;each life you touched you changed for good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you continue to inspire us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;just as you always did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;please stay close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;your adoring cousin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436338989910926306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S3HBgiQ_I-I/AAAAAAAAARc/lMLmK7Fa59U/s320/M%26S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;t&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;aken Home to our Father february 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5872142966271105077?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5872142966271105077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/always-thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5872142966271105077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5872142966271105077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/always-thinking-of-you.html' title='always thinking of you ...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S3HAa3bJyrI/AAAAAAAAARU/pHzflt9xiDY/s72-c/Micah+and+Shilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2239364339583303410</id><published>2010-01-21T12:07:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:42:22.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Sundance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kn6lerTiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fMkv08XLKt4/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429414713218518562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kn6lerTiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fMkv08XLKt4/s320/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you ever just stop to think what your life was like a year ago today? I just did, and it was crazy! This time last year I was living in Park City; working Full/Over-time for &lt;strong&gt;Sundance&lt;/strong&gt; as a Transportation Coordinator; roommates with my &lt;em&gt;bestest friend&lt;/em&gt;; learning all sorts of lessons about working, organization, stress, what sleep-depravation can do, what it is like to live on caffeine, how differing personalities work together…and SO much more; and having the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TIME OF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking back on those 2 1/2 months, it was the &lt;em&gt;hardest&lt;/em&gt; most &lt;em&gt;rewarding &lt;/em&gt;job I have ever had. So I’d like to take you behind the scenes for a moment to the world of Sundance. Really this is just for me to document some of the highlights, but you are welcome to read along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1knHHieF4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/WMFoNUUPmnU/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429413829008037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1knHHieF4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/WMFoNUUPmnU/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*This is a morning picture at HQ, towards the start of Sundance… you can tell because we’re smiling like that. It means the caffeine just kicked in, we got more than 3 hours of sleep the night before and we haven’t been yelled at by some crazy director or publicist yet.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kjpiZS9eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UJAgn41AJvE/s1600-h/Love%2BPhillip%2BMorris%2B2009%2BSundance%2BPremiere%2B2apLxi98I7Rl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429410022286357986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kjpiZS9eI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UJAgn41AJvE/s200/Love%2BPhillip%2BMorris%2B2009%2BSundance%2BPremiere%2B2apLxi98I7Rl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;*Sundance is where I met the love of my life…yes…Ewan McGreggor! Don’t worry ladies, he is just as cute in person as on the big screen {though a lot shorter than I thought}. He is the only one I got starry-eyed over the entire time I was there. The first time he walked by I had to take a double-take, and I got a little weak in the knees ~ how embarrassing! His driver also told me that he is adorable with his wife (which makes him even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOTTER&lt;/span&gt;), so I guess I will have to continue admiring him from afar. *&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;* On his way to his premier he was asking his wife if his hair was too tall – she told him it was. He looked in the mirror and then decided he liked it that way. His wife told him it would probably go flat by the end of the night and then she would like it. I thought that was cute.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;{side note: jim carry was also in this film and he is the funniest looking guy ever. he also looks a lot older in real life!} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*Holly and I at Eccles. This is where all the premiers with the ‘Big Stars’ come, so that is where we were based each night to make sure everything went smoothly!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1koiM83MiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G7AKVmXpo6o/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429415393829007906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1koiM83MiI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G7AKVmXpo6o/s320/DSC02708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande" align="center"&gt;Holly and I doing what we do best...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1krVwthGDI/AAAAAAAAARM/He6nBiFBt4Y/s1600-h/sundance"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429418478624905266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1krVwthGDI/AAAAAAAAARM/He6nBiFBt4Y/s320/sundance" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kq2mKzcjI/AAAAAAAAARE/RsH-4gxX6tM/s1600-h/outside"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429417943219008050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kq2mKzcjI/AAAAAAAAARE/RsH-4gxX6tM/s320/outside" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No wait, this is what Holly and I do BEST! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1knfwG28YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9r3QXjI1THk/s1600-h/DSC02678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429414252214940034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1knfwG28YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9r3QXjI1THk/s320/DSC02678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Uma Therman is the tallest woman I have ever seen. When I opened her door and she got out with all her balloons she took my breath away with her beauty and grace – even though she was a tad-bit tipsy. She wasn’t the only one who had a little wine with dinner before their premier, and I can’t say I blame them. If I had to be trapped in a theater watching myself on the screen for 2 hours I might want a little something to help me relax too. ;)*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kj7J4RScI/AAAAAAAAAQc/b-Q5NQUYPAw/s1600-h/Uma-Thurman-at-Sundance-Film-Festival-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429410324943030722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kj7J4RScI/AAAAAAAAAQc/b-Q5NQUYPAw/s200/Uma-Thurman-at-Sundance-Film-Festival-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh Woody Allen – you sir are the highlight story of all Sundance craziness! Upon arrival to his premier he told his driver he wasn’t ready and to pull over. I am standing at the Entrance with Holly and we see our driver leave his route. We freak out because they are already behind schedule, and even though we have no real control over this, it’s our heads that roll…anyways; we radio over to our driver who tells us that Mr. Allen isn’t ready and just needs a minute – whatever that means. When the driver pulls over everyone else gets out of the car – so it’s just the driver and Woody. Our driver looks at him and says, “Would you like me to wait with you?” Then realizing how creepy that sounded he said he would just get out and wait outside the car. So our driver gets out and Holly and I tell him that we don’t care if Woody isn’t ready and to get back in the car and get his butt over to the press line!!!!! So our driver tries to get back in the car, but at this point our dear Mr. Allen has taken a little somethn’- somethn’ for his nerves and is completely out of it! He gets out of the car and insists on walking across the parking lot to the entrance {SECURITY NIGHTMARE}! His speech is slurred, he can’t walk straight and he is being mobbed by fans – UG! Later that night when our driver is taking him to his after-party Woody hands his driver an AVOCADO and asks him to hang on to it for him. He said there is never anything good to eat at these parties, and he would probably need it later. So at the end of the night our driver was left with an Avocado and quite a few fantastic stories. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much more, I can’t possibly fit it all in…this post may need a sequel, but here are a few more highlights that bring a smile to my face…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* “If Mike Tyson hits on my girlfriend, does that mean I have to fight him?” *scared face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Singing to myself in the back hallways of HQ at 2 am because it’s too quiet, and that scares me and at 2 am that seems like the best way to ward off ‘bad guys’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* “Hmm, I don’t trust him…. make him stand behind the redheads.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* “It’s really easy, all I need you to do is go to 7/11 and get the biggest white-trash cup they have, fill it about 2 inches from the top with Diet Dr. Pepper, then fill the rest up with Vanilla Coke. See, not that hard – oh, but if you do it wrong, I might die.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Trading TV’s and kisses for printers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Whatever you do, DON’T eat the volunteers food or they will CRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Australian man says, “Ah, if you have a little accident, No worries, just call me up, and I’ll come fix everything. No worries.” Holly takes the mic “If you wreck the car you will answer to me, and it is a big deal – worry!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Sleeping in the closet to protect me from stinky boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Man RUNNING {literally} into the glass wall at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;September Issue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; {he hit so hard Holly and I thought it was an earthquake, then we had to remove ourselves from the situation because we were laughing sooo hard, and we didn’t want to look completely heartless as other witnesses where actually checking him for a concussion!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* “Wow, if you plant the director of DIRT’s business card, a flower will grow.” “Go figure!” {by the way - kindness goes a LONG way. DIRT is case and point. Loved them!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* If you let one of the drivers take your car back to SLC for you, be warned that you will come home to find your pre-sets all set to the Spanish channels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Holly’s special treats {amazing what cottage cheese, yogurt and raw oatmeal all mixed together can do}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Liam Neeson relieving himself in the airport parking lot ~ it's legal if it's an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;EmErGenCy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* OH SANDWICHES (Best volunteer EVER…have I showed you the pictures of my brain surgery?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Writing the most important things on your hand/arm so you won’t forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh Sundance, what an adventure! Thanks for the Memories! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-2239364339583303410?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2239364339583303410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/ode-to-sundance.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2239364339583303410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2239364339583303410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/ode-to-sundance.html' title='Ode to Sundance'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S1kn6lerTiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fMkv08XLKt4/s72-c/DSC02701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8951686743245368056</id><published>2010-01-11T10:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:43:27.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demographic Information…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While filling out some recent paperwork I was asked to fill out that fantastic question of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race: Please check one or more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Indian or Alaskan Native&lt;br /&gt;Asian&lt;br /&gt;Black or African American&lt;br /&gt;Native Hawaiian&lt;br /&gt;Other Pacific Islander&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;Hispanic or Latino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White…how boring.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I check Asian I feel like anyone reading this would just assume I’m a genius! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Come on now, if I’m Hawaiian or from any Pacific Island, you just know I’m happy because I grew up in &lt;strong&gt;Paradise&lt;/strong&gt; (or at least my parents did). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But White…. Plain old white?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why don’t they ask if I’m &lt;strong&gt;Danish&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; – then I could at least have a little culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White doesn’t tell you anything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, we all know the race they should have a box for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If they really wanted some “demographic information” about me they should have a box for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Redheads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That’s what I think, and if this survey had an ‘Other’ box you better believe I would have checked it, and put &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Redhead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t think we’re different enough to have our own box, then you’ve never met a Redhead…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and if you’ve never met a Redhead, that means you don’t know me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so why on earth are you blog stalking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, that is my thought for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;{When I am President, that is the first thing I will change - look at that, I just got every Redhead vote in America...which is a very hard demographic to reach!}&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/5576617347554529199-8951686743245368056?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8951686743245368056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/demographic-information.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8951686743245368056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8951686743245368056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/demographic-information.html' title='Demographic Information…'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5852330107605437091</id><published>2009-12-28T19:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:09:21.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love sledding…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlyvg_eg1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/khIxg-rw-sI/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlyvg_eg1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/khIxg-rw-sI/s320/DSC04074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420489787152696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlvUbvfppI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GJHUwGKpdjc/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlvUbvfppI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GJHUwGKpdjc/s320/DSC04083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420486023352133266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlvF_lmOBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/trlW4ueBHUY/s1600-h/DSC04080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlvF_lmOBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/trlW4ueBHUY/s320/DSC04080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420485775276259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlu0HuFWXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kVrd-rPkCKQ/s1600-h/DSC04078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlu0HuFWXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/kVrd-rPkCKQ/s320/DSC04078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420485468221692274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlubaUopHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rtnx6xcgC60/s1600-h/DSC04074.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5852330107605437091?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5852330107605437091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-sledding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5852330107605437091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5852330107605437091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-sledding.html' title='I love sledding…'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlyvg_eg1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/khIxg-rw-sI/s72-c/DSC04074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4177343049370386699</id><published>2009-12-28T11:36:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:30:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Christmas Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;everyone! I hope Santa found your home and that you had a lovely time with family &amp;amp; friends. I just love Christmas because it is such a magical time with all of my little brothers! There is nothing quite like the light they get in their eyes when they see that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlqJg7wx3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/B_rAg0ZSawI/s1600-h/DSC04038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420480338209064818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlqJg7wx3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/B_rAg0ZSawI/s320/DSC04038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Jaden is unwrapping a gift as fast as he can and when all the paper is finally off, he says,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh my Goodness, a box!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;and then he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;perfectly content&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; to move on to the next gift. He thought the box was great, so imagine how much more excited he was when he found out there was a car inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlonN0m4EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SOEPfOSYxYc/s1600-h/DSC04005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420478649451601986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlonN0m4EI/AAAAAAAAAO0/SOEPfOSYxYc/s200/DSC04005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlpGHFOCeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YRC9BOGJmrM/s1600-h/DSC03997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420479180218173922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlpGHFOCeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YRC9BOGJmrM/s200/DSC03997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Wouldn't be Christmas without the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Anderson Family Christmas Pageant &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;on Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;. I've finally been promoted to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;. I think I do a pretty good job! My Grandma even made sure it lit up! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlpinPoScI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PCNVh1o0628/s1600-h/DSC04058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420479669888108994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlpinPoScI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PCNVh1o0628/s320/DSC04058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlpGHFOCeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YRC9BOGJmrM/s1600-h/DSC03997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Turns out the Japanese just keep coming out with more and more Pokemon look-a-likes... and my brothers just keep buying into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlnpBvs-dI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TVtbDMapuZw/s1600-h/DSC04046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420477581057915346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlnpBvs-dI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TVtbDMapuZw/s320/DSC04046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" align="center"&gt;Our resident photographer finally got his own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so i'm sure his pictures will be showing up here from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szln8cnqZHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3xk7WR-9Cdc/s1600-h/DSC04056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420477914689463410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szln8cnqZHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3xk7WR-9Cdc/s320/DSC04056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Landen is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;ROCK STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;shopper, and will now be my personal assistant whenever I go shopping - Check out that outfit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;, and it all fit! A Christmas Miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlmcdhMYlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gatmrE-v_oc/s1600-h/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476265663324754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlmcdhMYlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gatmrE-v_oc/s200/DSC04066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlm78qbEdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fzouoF7lEfU/s1600-h/DSC04067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476806599479762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szlm78qbEdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fzouoF7lEfU/s200/DSC04067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlmcdhMYlI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gatmrE-v_oc/s1600-h/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best gift of the season...a call from my very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;best friend in the whole world&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- Elder Holman! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szll9J-LuPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wMVK70GDgio/s1600-h/DSC04069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420475727840262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Szll9J-LuPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/wMVK70GDgio/s400/DSC04069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;My family came to SOTW to remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;the real reason for the season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;, and now my other brothers want to do the show next year - I can't wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I hope this season was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;JOYFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;time for each of you and yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;MeRRy ChRiStMaS!&lt;/strong&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/5576617347554529199-4177343049370386699?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4177343049370386699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-christmas-delight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4177343049370386699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4177343049370386699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-christmas-delight.html' title='A Little Christmas Delight'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SzlqJg7wx3I/AAAAAAAAAPM/B_rAg0ZSawI/s72-c/DSC04038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-4351168165052161768</id><published>2009-12-17T13:31:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:46:40.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas Season…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I’m celebrating this Christmas season in a way I have never done before, and it has been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;!  I have the privilege of performing in, &lt;em&gt;The Savior of the World&lt;/em&gt; at the Conference Center Theater.  This has not only been a very fun performing experience, but has also given me a whole new appreciation for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;, his life, and especially the lives of those around him while he was on this earth! It's also been so much fun bonding with my little brother Coleson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tickets are sold out, but each night they have a certain amount of tickets set aside for Missionaries and their investigators – which means, if you come stand by, you’ll get in!  So if you are looking for a way to remember the true meaning of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt;mas&lt;/strong&gt;, come to the show.  Coleson and I will be there on Tue, Thur &amp;amp; Sat, but it will be a good show any night you go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SysTkfoqqAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wR6Nml-dr5Y/s1600-h/DSC03965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SysTkfoqqAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wR6Nml-dr5Y/s320/DSC03965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444494531438594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, that is what Coleson looks like as a Jew…they dye his hair each night because apparently there were no redheads (&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;don’t get me started on how I feel about that&lt;/span&gt;).  I just put that lovely drape up around my head every time I am a Jerusalem person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SysT1BiW9uI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xeV8Ip1wShI/s1600-h/DSC03968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SysT1BiW9uI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xeV8Ip1wShI/s320/DSC03968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444778509694690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yup, we even have &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uthentic&lt;/strong&gt; shoes…you should come just for that. ;)&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/5576617347554529199-4351168165052161768?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4351168165052161768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-christmas-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4351168165052161768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/4351168165052161768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-christmas-season.html' title='This Christmas Season…'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SysTkfoqqAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wR6Nml-dr5Y/s72-c/DSC03965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8305952502982857789</id><published>2009-12-14T14:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:26:03.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dancers are the athletes of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I knew he was a smart guy. ;)&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/5576617347554529199-8305952502982857789?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8305952502982857789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/dancers-are-athletes-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8305952502982857789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8305952502982857789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/12/dancers-are-athletes-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8238445252903175580</id><published>2009-11-29T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:53:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh for the love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SxQVTfzpfjI/AAAAAAAAANc/Lqp_ZeUS36s/s1600/better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972477078634034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SxQVTfzpfjI/AAAAAAAAANc/Lqp_ZeUS36s/s320/better.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Strange, you may say as you look at this ballet dancn', high heel wearn', musical singn' girl who happens to be rather into her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! It all started my sophomore year of college when my cute friend Jessica convinced me to sign up for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; . . . the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;After dragging me to many of the games, and then holding me there through the rain and snow (&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;despite my rather loud complaints&lt;/span&gt;), making comparisons between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;football and ballet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (many that i'm still amazed she came up with), introducing me to the joy of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAZY LADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;teaching me the school song, trying to explain why we hated &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; loved the Ref, making matching blankets that show off our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school spirit&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; keep me warm, coming up with fantastically random traditions, and even rushing the field together, Jess finally made a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Utah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;football fan out of me!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972843305209250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SxQVo0G3jaI/AAAAAAAAANk/yQRTrW7SA_U/s320/football.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So now that the season is over, I look back on all of those wonderful games... funny thing is that I remember very little about the games themselves, but I do remember the fantastic times with friends I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So thank you to my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;for the great times I had sort of watching you and mostly enjoying my time with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409973149575293234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SxQV6pDWKTI/AAAAAAAAANs/REOEVtzyv6U/s320/the+walk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;See you next season in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. I'm SOOO excited for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;gymnastics season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, Jess and I already have our season tickets - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go Red Rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&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/5576617347554529199-8238445252903175580?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8238445252903175580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-for-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8238445252903175580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8238445252903175580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-for-love.html' title='Oh for the love...'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SxQVTfzpfjI/AAAAAAAAANc/Lqp_ZeUS36s/s72-c/better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3787698368785302855</id><published>2009-11-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:35:56.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so grateful to have so many wonderful people and experiences in my life. Tis the season to give thanks, so I would just like to mention a few of the things that I am grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my Lord and Savior. The knowledge that he was born on this earth, he lived for each one of us, he died for each one of us. And then He rose again. The knowledge that His church is on the earth today and we are privileged to be lead by a prophet who can receive divine inspiration and guide us through these difficult times. I know that my Father in Heaven knows me by name, loves me, and has a plan for me. I am so grateful for all of the many affects this has in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*My wonderful&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I could not ask for anything more -I’ve even gotten over the no sister thing…sort of ;). Each one of my &lt;em&gt;brothers&lt;/em&gt; have such a reaching effect on me, and I’m grateful for the examples that they are to me, even if they are younger. They are 6 of the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; teachers I could ever ask for. I adore my parents, and can’t imagine my life with anyone else – no one knows me better, meets my needs the same way, and pushes me to be my best the way they can! I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; them all!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amazing&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; What can I say, I have some of the most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;devoted, reliable, loving, kind, trustworthy, understanding, supportive&lt;/span&gt; friends that a girl could ask for. I always know that I have someone to fall back on, someone I can call late at night that knows just what I’m going through, and someone to inspire me to become a better friend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I’m so grateful to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the service men and women &lt;em&gt;and their families&lt;/em&gt; for the sacrifices made so that I can live the life that I do. Thank you for preserving my freedoms and protecting my safety. I’m grateful for the inspired men and women who founded this country, and the work that has gone into keeping it the way it was designed to be – A Nation under God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I am very aware of the &lt;em&gt;blessing&lt;/em&gt; this is in my life. I know that very few people in the world are blessed with an opportunity to receive an education, let alone graduate from Collage. I’m grateful for the support and encouragement that my parents have always given me, and for the blessing that the knowledge I have acquired &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Though I may complain now and then, and granted…it’s not ideal, but I am so grateful to be able to wake up each morning, and use my skills to help those around me…and get a paycheck…mostly I’m grateful for the paycheck! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I’m so grateful to live where I do. I’m &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; to not only live in a beautiful home that my family built together, but also a wonderful &lt;strong&gt;neighborhood&lt;/strong&gt; with inspiring and kind neighbors. I’m grateful to live in a city (even if it is a small one) where I can have &lt;strong&gt;opportunities&lt;/strong&gt; to not only better myself, but also take advantage of opportunities to help others. I’m grateful to live so close to Temple Square, and to have the opportunities that come with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to be grateful for all year around, but i'm glad we all have a special time to reflect on our &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HaPpY ThAnKsGiViNg!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-3787698368785302855?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3787698368785302855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3787698368785302855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/3787698368785302855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2943849431068066559</id><published>2009-11-10T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:41:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Simple} Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t you just love it when the little things in life make your day worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i do …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the smell of new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*listening to someone’s &lt;em&gt;loud &amp;amp; irregular laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*hearing from an old &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;really good chocolate melting in your mouth&lt;/span&gt; (shameless plug for Hatch Family Chocolates)&lt;br /&gt;*moms warm soup on a cold day&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;waltz turns and triple pirouettes in ballet class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*getting all dressed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;little kids prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Finding a note on your car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sappy love songs (especially when it was your &lt;strong&gt;little brother&lt;/strong&gt; who downloaded it and put it on your iPod because he knew you’d like it)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;laughing so hard you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*good hair days&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sharing a good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pictures from a &lt;em&gt;fun trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sunday afternoons on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;porch swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*extra fresh licorice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inside jokes&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;high heel shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beautiful piano music&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;almost getting hit by &lt;em&gt;cars/bikes/anything with wheels&lt;/em&gt; on campus (ok, the almost getting hit part isn’t the best, but I always laugh because it reminds me of walking/dodging to class freshman year with &lt;em&gt;Whitney&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hot pink sunsets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*the smell after &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;watching a &lt;em&gt;little kid&lt;/em&gt; open a present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hope you have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{simply}&lt;/span&gt; pleasant day!&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/5576617347554529199-2943849431068066559?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2943849431068066559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2943849431068066559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/2943849431068066559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-pleasures.html' title='{Simple} Pleasures'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5433602195232696502</id><published>2009-11-09T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:26:10.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Sviycjhc7LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_DqykL8yqaQ/s1600-h/20091022__thedream_1025~3_GALLERY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402263956672539826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Sviycjhc7LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_DqykL8yqaQ/s320/20091022__thedream_1025~3_GALLERY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This past weekend, despite being ill all week long, I drug myself out of bed to do one of my favorite things in the entire world – go to the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BALLET&lt;/span&gt;! There is something about being there - it’s the&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; frosted lights&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the smiling ushers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the plush red seats&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;overwhelming feeling of a wealth of culture&lt;/span&gt;, that extra EnErGy in the air, and that wonderful &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A stage can be a portal to new worlds. It can teach you about other times, places, people, but what is truly special is when it teaches you something about &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;! I have a connection to the Capital Theater stage because I have been blessed to have quite a few experiences on it. To close your eyes and see the performers’ perspective is priceless. The overture starts – a thick silence falls over the audience, one that the performer can almost reach out and touch. As the curtain goes up I can feel the butterflies that the dancers must be experiencing and I am jealous that their extra energy is about to make something so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Agnes de Mille said, ‘To dance is to be out of yourself. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Larger&lt;/span&gt;, more&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, more&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; powerful&lt;/span&gt;. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking.’ Each dancer moves on to that stage as a single being, but once there, each becomes a piece of the masterpiece - like a stroke in a painting or a note in a song. No one able to do it by themselves, yet every person is an &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; aspect.&lt;br /&gt;One of the pieces performed was called &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Three Preludes”&lt;/span&gt;. It was a beautifully simple pas de deux. When I say simple I mean that there was no set, no costume, nothing to hide the immensely beautiful and complex steps that the two performed. I was astounded by the&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; beauty of the body&lt;/span&gt;, the miracle of each little muscle doing its part, the use of negative space, and how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;striking&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; line can be. I was reminded what can happen when someone is dedicated and disciplined enough to take over their weaknesses and make them strengths. The outcome is true beauty!&lt;br /&gt;I’m so grateful I had the chance to watch such talented people share their passion on Friday night, and remind us all how&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is to follow a dream. &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/5576617347554529199-5433602195232696502?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5433602195232696502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5433602195232696502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5433602195232696502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Sviycjhc7LI/AAAAAAAAAMg/_DqykL8yqaQ/s72-c/20091022__thedream_1025~3_GALLERY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-1469229442071324986</id><published>2009-10-18T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:27:23.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only life were a Musical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdlAE1DuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gHLtZftQPBI/s1600-h/DSC03697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148606451453666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdlAE1DuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gHLtZftQPBI/s320/DSC03697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my friends know that I am always waiting for the day when I wake up and find myself living in a musical - birds will be singing, the minus track will come on, and everyone will know all the words to the songs and be in perfect rhythm in our group dances... but until that day, i'll have to settle for my home being a movie set. ;)&lt;br /&gt;For my plattform as Miss Pioneer Valley, I'm working with MADD on a new project called the Strengthening Families Program. Right now we are involved in the filming of a video that will be available to families through the MADD website. It is an amazing program, and my family has learned a lot by working on it. Thanks to my family for supporting me and being such great little actors all weekend, and the countless hours you've put in! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdUh4ftcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vhOZ1epLPFg/s1600-h/DSC03693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148323468752322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdUh4ftcI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vhOZ1epLPFg/s320/DSC03693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdEjQYW8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bj5M-3geJlc/s1600-h/DSC03692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394148048959462338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdEjQYW8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Bj5M-3geJlc/s320/DSC03692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Stvc2ZJIfsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wZyeSTKyiwQ/s1600-h/DSC03717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147805726539458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Stvc2ZJIfsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wZyeSTKyiwQ/s320/DSC03717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcpbqSDpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uFhCtmX0dBs/s1600-h/DSC03722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147583064149650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcpbqSDpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/uFhCtmX0dBs/s320/DSC03722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcctFXXaI/AAAAAAAAALw/vTtSVn9YA0s/s1600-h/DSC03764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147364402847138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcctFXXaI/AAAAAAAAALw/vTtSVn9YA0s/s320/DSC03764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcOpyOgXI/AAAAAAAAALo/a_eTkQnXuK8/s1600-h/DSC03788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394147122999099762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcOpyOgXI/AAAAAAAAALo/a_eTkQnXuK8/s320/DSC03788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets just say this was the best crew ever - I liked the cast too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcDHRkEcI/AAAAAAAAALg/zjn8HKJB4I4/s1600-h/DSC03795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394146924756734402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvcDHRkEcI/AAAAAAAAALg/zjn8HKJB4I4/s320/DSC03795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Stvbgi5azVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YFOYJ5Er_g/s1600-h/DSC03803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394146330876235090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Stvbgi5azVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YFOYJ5Er_g/s320/DSC03803.JPG" 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/5576617347554529199-1469229442071324986?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1469229442071324986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-life-where-musical.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1469229442071324986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/1469229442071324986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only-life-where-musical.html' title='If only life were a Musical!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvdlAE1DuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gHLtZftQPBI/s72-c/DSC03697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-973553519858409132</id><published>2009-10-18T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:37:34.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara  Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In one last big Goodbye to Summer, half my family took a quick trip with my cute grandparents to good ol' Lake Powell (the other half went to the cabin - go figure). This was a couple weeks ago when Salt Lake got a little snow, and I was happy to be in sunny (though rather chilly) southern Utah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvSysi9MFI/AAAAAAAAALI/gIJUVTCdM_4/s1600-h/DSC03571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394136747099369554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvSysi9MFI/AAAAAAAAALI/gIJUVTCdM_4/s400/DSC03571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mommy dearest wrapped up in our towels and blankets to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvShFaDraI/AAAAAAAAALA/iB_mAyKbc48/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394136444535287202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvShFaDraI/AAAAAAAAALA/iB_mAyKbc48/s400/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvSVfUKnsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/38E3H38fpAA/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394136245331467970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvSVfUKnsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/38E3H38fpAA/s400/DSC03577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Autumn - we bonded over our dislike of hot-dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvRf3S3CEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e22C2M0lSV4/s1600-h/DSC03606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394135324055504962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvRf3S3CEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e22C2M0lSV4/s400/DSC03606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our own miniature Goblin Valley. This little hike to our mushroom land was supposed to be a 30 minute hike... the water must have gone down since the last time my grandpa was there, because 3 hours later we were back to our boat. It was so much fun, and the first time I actually got hot on the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvRUk7z6BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZftoXVGZZpc/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394135130148431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvRUk7z6BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZftoXVGZZpc/s400/DSC03611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvRHaffy3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bhBtazqK95g/s1600-h/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394134904007019378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvRHaffy3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/bhBtazqK95g/s400/DSC03618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQ6NAH7JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AOpNaGado7A/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394134677047471250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQ6NAH7JI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AOpNaGado7A/s400/DSC03630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Landen loves to wake-board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQuuLjaPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SWEBGhRIc3s/s1600-h/DSC03633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394134479795349746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQuuLjaPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SWEBGhRIc3s/s400/DSC03633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brock turned out to be a great knee-boarder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQiPEKw4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rbWg6BGJtoE/s1600-h/DSC03638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394134265284445058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQiPEKw4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/rbWg6BGJtoE/s400/DSC03638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lets face it, i'm the best flag-waver ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQUv5pWWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jxwLQ8nWnng/s1600-h/DSC03675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394134033580513634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvQUv5pWWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jxwLQ8nWnng/s400/DSC03675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my real specialty is recreational reading. I got through the entire September issue of Vogue - you know I was enjoying my time. So though summer is gone, at least I got one last sunburn in. Goodbye sweet summer, I will miss you while you're gone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-973553519858409132?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/973553519858409132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/sayonara-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/973553519858409132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/973553519858409132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/10/sayonara-summer.html' title='Sayonara  Summer'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/StvSysi9MFI/AAAAAAAAALI/gIJUVTCdM_4/s72-c/DSC03571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-5285250851678479104</id><published>2009-08-29T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:11:48.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 17 years, I didn't have a first day of school this year. Talk about strangest feeling in the world! Everyone is busy buying books, backpacks and cute clothes, and I'm not. Even though I graduated, I don't have that 'i'm done' feeling because I plan to go back and get my MPA next year. So i'm in this strange inbetween stage where I don't feel the relief of being done, but I don't feel the fun 'start of school excitement'.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the pros and cons of not having school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;NO Homework (a pretty great one I must say)&lt;br /&gt;No studying (although i'm taking a GRE prep class, so I do have some studying)&lt;br /&gt;More sleep&lt;br /&gt;More hours at work = more money&lt;br /&gt;Not paying tuition (also equals more money :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;No back to school shopping&lt;br /&gt;Not getting to see all my friends in my major&lt;br /&gt;Not getting my exercize in from running all over campus&lt;br /&gt;When you answer the question of 'What are you up to lately?' All you can say is work, and then you sound really lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's lots more for both of these lists, but thats all I have time for now. I'll add to them later- feel free to respond with your favorite pros and cons. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-5285250851678479104?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5285250851678479104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5285250851678479104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/5285250851678479104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-8748731053608675330</id><published>2009-07-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:51:32.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY PiOnEeR DaY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One year ago today, I was experiencing the Days of '47 parade in a very different way.  I am so grateful for the wonderful experience I had, and all of the amazing people who made it possible - especially those outstanding pioneers who made it possible for us to live in this beautiful state.  I am so grateful for my pioneer ancestry and the sacrifices they made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Pioneer Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Smni5glirXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4cdOIVT785c/s1600-h/July+24+Royalty+7-24-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Smni5glirXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4cdOIVT785c/s320/July+24+Royalty+7-24-08+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066308989103474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Our Beautiful float with the float designer from Modern Display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmniXCZ_8yI/AAAAAAAAAII/gSMJPJA6RRY/s1600-h/DSC_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmniXCZ_8yI/AAAAAAAAAII/gSMJPJA6RRY/s320/DSC_0519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362065716772074274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The 12 foot latter we had to clime to get to the top of our float!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Smnh_79kCjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WDR4czl5quI/s1600-h/DSC_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Smnh_79kCjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WDR4czl5quI/s320/DSC_0504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362065319905200690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/starlee633/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library/Originals/2008/Days%20of%20%2747%21%21/n570225222_3442754_8394.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-8748731053608675330?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8748731053608675330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-pioneer-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8748731053608675330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/8748731053608675330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-pioneer-day.html' title='HaPpY PiOnEeR DaY!!!'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/Smni5glirXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4cdOIVT785c/s72-c/July+24+Royalty+7-24-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-7987297011036761273</id><published>2009-07-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T08:34:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Pioneer Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago, I got thinking about how lame this summer is compared to last summer. This time last year, I had an event (or 3) every day for Days's of '47, and this year all I have to look forward to each day is work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I decided to change this, and give myself a little challenge. I found two pageants coming up, one in 2 weeks and one in 1 month. Anyone who has done a pageant and understands how much work goes into them would think I was crazy to wake up one morning and decide to do a pageant in a month, let alone 2 weeks, but this is exactly what I did! I decided I would do Miss Pioneer Valley as a dress rehearsal of sorts - and then do Miss Salt Lake County and hope for the best. Instead, I am now Miss Pioneer Valley '09-'10 and will be competing at Miss Utah next June! I'm very excited and grateful for this fantastic opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now, here is some pictorial documentation of the event. I only have pictures from the end right now, but I will post more later of the whole event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPdLjREKGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ify7QE144Pw/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371172016138338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPdLjREKGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ify7QE144Pw/s320/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a beautiful dress, and then enlisted my family to help me bead it - ThAnK YoU for all your help! Even my dad showed some talented sewing skills! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPc1jdRMGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gx_O2zRbTtU/s1600-h/DSC03299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370794110201954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPc1jdRMGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gx_O2zRbTtU/s320/DSC03299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Ariel Larsen - Miss Pioneer Valley '08-'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPclGLPrAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8u8U72dgU4Q/s1600-h/P1070178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370511372069890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPclGLPrAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8u8U72dgU4Q/s320/P1070178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Pioneer Valley 2009 - 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPcZTyBEZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UiIuL8QuX6w/s1600-h/P1070189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370308865921426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPcZTyBEZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UiIuL8QuX6w/s320/P1070189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my 2 best cheerleaders ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPcJ3c-XAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jRvQGi3H8i0/s1600-h/P1070201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370043563432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPcJ3c-XAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jRvQGi3H8i0/s320/P1070201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Interview coach aka Grandma – nothing gets by this woman! It is a relief when I finally get into the 10 minute interview and know that there is nothing these 6 people can throw at me that is any harder than my interview sessions with Gigi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPb91WroWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ghgcxi4esCs/s1600-h/P1070203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360369836841738594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPb91WroWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ghgcxi4esCs/s320/P1070203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew where my family was sitting because I could hear Landen yelling for me - thanks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Landy-pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPbwPvXKGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yl1xRUQprXA/s1600-h/P1070206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360369603406407778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPbwPvXKGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Yl1xRUQprXA/s320/P1070206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My inspiration in all that I do- my Aunt/twin Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPbiYHAYMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BJFecaQdw7Y/s1600-h/P1070207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360369365134893250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPbiYHAYMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BJFecaQdw7Y/s320/P1070207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPbCMOvuvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2GZutAio3Dg/s1600-h/P1070212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368812190317298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPbCMOvuvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2GZutAio3Dg/s320/P1070212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable cousin Courtney was so excited because we had the same hair-do, so we decided we better see how hers looked with a crown. It looked dang good – watch out Miss Utah 2021, Courtney will be ready! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPavd7HvOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X9oe3rdf2g8/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360368490522328290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPavd7HvOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X9oe3rdf2g8/s320/DSC03319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks again to all those who were so supportive! I couldn't have done it without you!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5576617347554529199-7987297011036761273?l=starleescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7987297011036761273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-pioneer-valley.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7987297011036761273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5576617347554529199/posts/default/7987297011036761273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-pioneer-valley.html' title='Miss Pioneer Valley'/><author><name>Starlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08652046476089552181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/S7tGm0AVDzI/AAAAAAAAATU/VmCoPbIfkH4/S220/star_620_edited3%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t6ZoH1eEpdM/SmPdLjREKGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ify7QE144Pw/s72-c/DSC03302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
