<?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-32749702</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:54:29.748-06:00</updated><category term='Weeks'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Sundays'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='Youth'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>*tashtash*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-1775684868410278533</id><published>2010-04-22T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:21:45.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>The last three weeks of April are and will be so hectic. I have a presentation and a paper due for a college class. I was gone from 4:20 in the morning to 8:30 at night on Wednesday, and I have SO much school work to make up. I have work on both Friday and Saturday. I have the ACT next Wednesday, and the PSAE on Thursday. I'll be gone from school on Friday too, because I'm going to Keokuk to decorate for Prom (I'm on the prom decorating committee). Saturday is Prom. I will have a week-long break, and then I'll have exams for an additional week. 
We had voting for prom court on Monday, and we got the results on Wednesday. I made it onto prom court!!! Me, Kayla, Maria, Morgan, Ashley, Q, Luke, Seth, Brennan, and Seth are all on prom court. Q is my escort!! This is exciting, but it also adds to my craziness. We're going out for dinner sometime next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-1775684868410278533?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/1775684868410278533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=1775684868410278533&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/1775684868410278533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/1775684868410278533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2010/04/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-3879214101321900259</id><published>2010-02-07T19:09:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:11:58.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wdding plans #1 - Colors, ring, and cake</title><content type='html'>My friend Amanda has a school assignment to plan her wedding. She asked me and Lexi and Amber if we wanted to do it with her. Of course I said yes. What teenage girl would say no?
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This ring is my favorite. It's simple and pretty. Lexi was saying she didn't like it because it was too simple, but I like it - it can go formal and casual. And, this isn't
even the ring I'll choose, I'm sure.
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&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First I'd like to mention that I would like my wedding colors to be red and white. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're classy, but not white tie extravagance.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus, I can have red and white roses for decoration.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like this idea to have cupcakes. I had never even heard of having cupcakes until I saw some pictures. But I like it. No one has to cut all the pieces for everyone. I went to a wedding where someone was assigned to stand by the cake the whole time, waiting for people to come and ask him to cut pieces for them of their desired size. Not at my wedding. With cupcakes, I wouldn't need to provide forks or plates - just napkins. And have you ever heard of someone having offered to "send a piece of the cake" to an unfortunate person who missed the wedding? Cupcakes would make that easier to accomplish. I also like the cakes below. I'm feeling a little iffy about the cake on the right, because I'm not a fan of frosting-with-cake, when it should be cake-with-frosting. There's only one frosting recipe in the whole world that I like. &lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlB08eM5uI/AAAAAAAAApk/vwoI5aqhcHg/s1600-h/goldfish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270421499864802" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlB08eM5uI/AAAAAAAAApk/vwoI5aqhcHg/s320/goldfish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlB05advQI/AAAAAAAAApc/zV6r00u-4Lg/s1600-h/DollHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270420678884610" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlB05advQI/AAAAAAAAApc/zV6r00u-4Lg/s320/DollHouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlB1Gw7b_I/AAAAAAAAAps/6JAiKDGDUE4/s1600-h/goldfishie.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270424262766578" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlB1Gw7b_I/AAAAAAAAAps/6JAiKDGDUE4/s320/goldfishie.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I know it's been over a month since I last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;posted, but please forgive me. Since I last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;posted...I was an alternate for state track, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I didn't run, but I got a varsity letter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School got out on the 21st. I went to Cali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a school trip; I went to Six Flags and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Universal Studios. I had my 4th year Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp hike &amp;amp; camp. While we were hiking, I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fell, and I will post some pictures of my shin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's lovely. Girl's Camp! The weather has &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been so freaky! We've gone from this-
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHuJZqOXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/3IPrmvEQ1Ks/s1600-h/HPIM0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276901781158258" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHuJZqOXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/3IPrmvEQ1Ks/s320/HPIM0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;to this-&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHudQEmGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/iXOrxBXTQi0/s1600-h/asnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276907109652578" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHudQEmGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/iXOrxBXTQi0/s320/asnowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHs5_fLUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/bV92qE4dBbQ/s1600-h/kittens2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276880464981314" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHs5_fLUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/bV92qE4dBbQ/s320/kittens2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHskw-TbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Y_zSswOsIfM/s1600-h/kittens1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276874766962098" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHskw-TbI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Y_zSswOsIfM/s320/kittens1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are  our kittens! We may keep one, but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is anyone interested in a kitten or two, maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mommy cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my next post, I will post pictures of Girl's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at my classes for next year, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused beyond all reason. argh I've been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planning all my classes as the classes Millard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;provides, and the classes of my new school are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way different. haha I can't figure out what I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to do. humph
We have everything for the move figured out,
and one day after we get there, I will be going
to a tri-stake Youth Conference. We'll start
driving on the 14th, get there the 15th, and I
will take a lot of pictures while we are driving
to post!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHtZizS8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0eNtPKz26cg/s1600-h/HPIM0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213276888934599618" style="width: 319px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SFlHtZizS8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/0eNtPKz26cg/s320/HPIM0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Doesn't this look so good? This picture was
taken in April, but I've been making smoothies
all summer. They complete my life.
My favorite:
1 banana&lt;br&gt;
orange juice&lt;br&gt;
blueberries&lt;br&gt;
yogurt&lt;br&gt;
almonds&lt;br&gt;
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After a couple of hours, they made the first call for the 400. As I was walking over there, I was so nervous, I thought I was going to pee my pants. They called out who was going to be in the first heat. someonesomeone from somewheresomewhere and Natasha from Millard. What? The first heat? Only one other person? What was the world coming to? So this other girl was a no-show, hmm am I racing myself then? They put me in the second heat, in the second lane. 7 other girls. foo. I was maybe going 85~90% on the first 100, and I was getting ahead. The second 100, I was taking big strides. By the end of the second 100 was where Millard was camped. I was in the lead with a big gap in back of me. Everyone was cheering for me. I started sprinting fast. Still ahead. Then I heard someone behind me, with people shouting "Go, Mary. Pass her. You can take her Mary." Thanks. That makes me feel good. She passed me up. I tried to go faster, but I couldn't swallow, I couldn't breath, all I could do was think about putting some more clothes on, and keep running. I finished in second. Considering it was my first try, I'm feelin' pretty good. Oh baby! I walked back to our camp site, and tried to drink some gatorade we brought, but I couldn't swallow it. Rendon stopped me and said; "Hey Tashi, I was watching you. YOu did a good job." People were watching me? My butt hurt to bad, I was going sit down when Jumbo said; "We were watching you, and I was like, she just hit her wall." So that's why I couldn't run faster. It all makes sense now. So I sat down. It didn't help. It hurt even more. Mr.Bob walkes over looks at me without saying anything, and shakes my hand. It was kinds funny espesially since he had out his hand on my neck only a little while before.&lt;br&gt;
We sat around for a couple more hours we filmed people saying "Usopyon", and "Ganbare", and "nandeyanen" and "jane". They're on Lexi's camera, so she should post them. We re all freezing our butts off, so we would yell "Keel, let's go home!" "Nathan! Home! Bus!" but they wouldn't let us leave. Me, Kensie, Jens, Elias had to run the 200, which was last. Groesbeck made us run. I n my heat there were three people. Me, Kensie, and some other girl. I know Kensie's faster than me. This will be nice. On the curve, I was behind them, but I was catching up. Gradually, I was getting closer to Kensie. We were tied. Then we hit the finish line. She was soooo mad.

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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1uHjR3bI/AAAAAAAAApE/16RA7yRbv5Y/s1600-h/Squishee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188487312124796338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1uHjR3bI/AAAAAAAAApE/16RA7yRbv5Y/s320/Squishee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Squishee!
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1uXjR3cI/AAAAAAAAApM/7RgipfnbWms/s1600-h/ume.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188487316419763650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1uXjR3cI/AAAAAAAAApM/7RgipfnbWms/s320/ume.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ume?!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1u3jR3dI/AAAAAAAAApU/mhDLcD7HHz4/s1600-h/ume&amp;amp;sky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188487325009698258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1u3jR3dI/AAAAAAAAApU/mhDLcD7HHz4/s320/ume%26sky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
In our garden a couple of days ago, I took these pictures of our apricot tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-6662047000947126406?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/6662047000947126406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=6662047000947126406&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/6662047000947126406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/6662047000947126406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-baby-baby.html' title='&quot;Oh baby, baby&quot;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/SAE1t3jR3aI/AAAAAAAAAo8/vCT5gI81Src/s72-c/hmm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-1044528890260209966</id><published>2008-04-02T23:58:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:20.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'He's the Reason for the Teardrops on my Pillow'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlJTFU6MI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pPeeHPj0ACA/s1600-h/Eastereggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184880281426127042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlJTFU6MI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pPeeHPj0ACA/s320/Eastereggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsVzFU6ZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1QlD1asvL0Y/s1600-h/rabu~.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184888192755886482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsVzFU6ZI/AAAAAAAAAnc/1QlD1asvL0Y/s320/rabu~.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My Easter eggs!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq2TFU6WI/AAAAAAAAAnE/gKwM11CdvR4/s1600-h/sigh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184886552078379362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq2TFU6WI/AAAAAAAAAnE/gKwM11CdvR4/s320/sigh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I've been dreaming...'
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsVDFU6XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6kmmbSJDeOE/s1600-h/ow-Ow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184888179870984562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsVDFU6XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6kmmbSJDeOE/s320/ow-Ow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7zFU6gI/AAAAAAAAAoU/uq9STxkRKq8/s1600-h/HotBabe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184889945102543362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7zFU6gI/AAAAAAAAAoU/uq9STxkRKq8/s320/HotBabe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;OwOW! Hot babe!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlIzFU6KI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WVoHmsNtlDU/s1600-h/BEAutiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184880272836192418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlIzFU6KI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WVoHmsNtlDU/s320/BEAutiful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEAutiful...!
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RomjFU6NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/hxs6aD8iRgI/s1600-h/emma&amp;amp;me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884082472184018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RomjFU6NI/AAAAAAAAAl8/hxs6aD8iRgI/s320/emma%26me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emma and I. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsWTFU6bI/AAAAAAAAAns/dmmEMA6G1EY/s1600-h/Me&amp;amp;Mia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184888201345821106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsWTFU6bI/AAAAAAAAAns/dmmEMA6G1EY/s320/Me%26Mia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsWDFU6aI/AAAAAAAAAnk/otuNvp5XjLE/s1600-h/Mia&amp;amp;Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184888197050853794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsWDFU6aI/AAAAAAAAAnk/otuNvp5XjLE/s320/Mia%26Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mims.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RomzFU6OI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2A1o-G73WAI/s1600-h/hmm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884086767151330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RomzFU6OI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2A1o-G73WAI/s320/hmm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No comment.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RomzFU6PI/AAAAAAAAAmM/a4r36HPACfA/s1600-h/You&amp;amp;meUs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884086767151346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RomzFU6PI/AAAAAAAAAmM/a4r36HPACfA/s320/You%26meUs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me?
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RonDFU6QI/AAAAAAAAAmU/fdpnGRT0Pvw/s1600-h/whattt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884091062118658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RonDFU6QI/AAAAAAAAAmU/fdpnGRT0Pvw/s320/whattt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia's request.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RonDFU6RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IAmqdZVNhCY/s1600-h/umakemewannascream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184884091062118674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RonDFU6RI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IAmqdZVNhCY/s320/umakemewannascream.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You make me wanna scream!"
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsVjFU6YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/suFXm-cZ2XE/s1600-h/oolala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184888188460919170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RsVjFU6YI/AAAAAAAAAnU/suFXm-cZ2XE/s320/oolala.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oo la la
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7jFU6fI/AAAAAAAAAoM/W16jYpPSnKU/s1600-h/la.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184889940807576050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7jFU6fI/AAAAAAAAAoM/W16jYpPSnKU/s320/la.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt6zFU6cI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lURFk2Nvi0I/s1600-h/lokkatthoseguns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184889927922674114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt6zFU6cI/AAAAAAAAAn0/lURFk2Nvi0I/s320/lokkatthoseguns.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at those guns! Oh baby.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq1zFU6UI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wszK2A6R6Uo/s1600-h/swish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184886543488444738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq1zFU6UI/AAAAAAAAAm0/wszK2A6R6Uo/s320/swish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq1zFU6TI/AAAAAAAAAms/zM_cnoEVAKg/s1600-h/strut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184886543488444722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq1zFU6TI/AAAAAAAAAms/zM_cnoEVAKg/s320/strut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Strut that runway.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlIzFU6LI/AAAAAAAAAls/32v6v2dF0uA/s1600-h/catwalk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184880272836192434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlIzFU6LI/AAAAAAAAAls/32v6v2dF0uA/s320/catwalk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catwalk.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq1jFU6SI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rLC2-5VhqSs/s1600-h/stateFCCLA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184886539193477410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq1jFU6SI/AAAAAAAAAmk/rLC2-5VhqSs/s320/stateFCCLA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me with my posters at state FCCLA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RvijFU6jI/AAAAAAAAAos/mzsEyG92Smw/s1600-h/Fatties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184891710334102066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RvijFU6jI/AAAAAAAAAos/mzsEyG92Smw/s320/Fatties.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fatties. *sigh*
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq2DFU6VI/AAAAAAAAAm8/tMVYV41UEwM/s1600-h/osenbei+osenbei.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184886547783412050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rq2DFU6VI/AAAAAAAAAm8/tMVYV41UEwM/s320/osenbei+osenbei.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;osenbei osenbei yaketa kana?
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlIDFU6II/AAAAAAAAAlU/jE-5B-hPzmQ/s1600-h/Ahead+of+them.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184880259951290498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlIDFU6II/AAAAAAAAAlU/jE-5B-hPzmQ/s320/Ahead+of+them.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The back of my FCCLA shirt.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7TFU6eI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tPYxY_3cD6A/s1600-h/Let"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184889936512608738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7TFU6eI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tPYxY_3cD6A/s320/Let%27s+party!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(same) Let's party!
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlITFU6JI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ohpPozayi5c/s1600-h/Argh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184880264246257810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlITFU6JI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ohpPozayi5c/s320/Argh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nori.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7DFU6dI/AAAAAAAAAn8/mun241Thv3A/s1600-h/Me+&amp;amp;+my+shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184889932217641426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_Rt7DFU6dI/AAAAAAAAAn8/mun241Thv3A/s320/Me+%26+my+shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RvijFU6iI/AAAAAAAAAok/radkP-4Kfcw/s1600-h/Hollister+shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184891710334102050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RvijFU6iI/AAAAAAAAAok/radkP-4Kfcw/s320/Hollister+shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new Hollister shirt I bought. Cute.&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/32749702-1044528890260209966?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/1044528890260209966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=1044528890260209966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/1044528890260209966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/1044528890260209966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-reason-for-teardrops-on-my-pillow.html' title='&apos;He&apos;s the Reason for the Teardrops on my Pillow&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R_RlJTFU6MI/AAAAAAAAAl0/pPeeHPj0ACA/s72-c/Eastereggs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-4589379849945071268</id><published>2008-03-08T15:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:07:06.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Prestige."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/elementary_school.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com"&gt;TV Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
You have to kidding me. Elementary school? My dad's is Junior High level. Hm. I was excepted to said party. It was so fun.I left straight from track practice, in my B-E-A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utiful&lt;/span&gt; attire Lexi made me wear that day. I still haven't recovered. If only you knew how many strange looks I got the entire day. You would be crying. I wore red and white striped leggings, pulled up to my knees, with my Cat in The Hat sweatshirt. I looked like a Dr. Seuss character. To top it off, my foot-apparel consisted of my fluffy, pink slippers. From 4:&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;~6:00, we got ready for Bryan's surprise-welcome-home-and-late-birthday-party. It was so beautiful. We ate pizza, bread sticks, cookies, pop, and pie. we scooted around on scooters, danced, beat each other with balloons, played Guitar Hero, and made music videos at Kelsey's house. If I can, I will post the music videos on here. I can't even begin to describe them. After you've recovered from crying about my horrendous outfit, you'll start crying again from the beauty of the videos. We had to leave Kelsey's at 9:00, so we then migrated a block down to Wade's house. We watched his home-videos for a while, then we started watching Bruce Almighty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the girls had to go; the boys were sleeping over at Wade's. Wade was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;censoring&lt;/span&gt; the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;for us&lt;/span&gt;, muting it when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;, and muting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; parts. So, all summed up, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;spectacularly&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-4589379849945071268?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/4589379849945071268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=4589379849945071268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/4589379849945071268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/4589379849945071268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2008/03/prestige.html' title='&quot;The Prestige.&quot;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-535496704738760117</id><published>2008-03-02T19:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:30:39.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;            Now, when was the last time I posted? Too long ago. My birthday was happy, and Valentines was happy. Kelsey was my valentine. Yeah, baby. I have to prove to Wade and Sharpie that I'm a party animal. What? I know. Don't ask me. I'll tell you if I'm excepted. So things have been getting better. Compared to when the school-year first started, I'm so much happier. The school year's almost 3/4 of the way done. Can you believe it? I can't either. I'm not the background collage anymore. I'm making my way to the picture that tells the story.
           That reminds me-our extended stout family wen and saw Minerva Teichert's display at the BYU art museum. Mana came to visit that weekend. Sadly, she was sick most of the time, and wasn't  able to participate in Fillmore's 'many' activities. It is my turn to be sick, with a sore throat, stuffy nose, and severe ear pains. I'm hoping I will feel better in time for the first day of TRACK tomorrow! Oh yeah, baby! There's also a fireside tonight that I wish to attend.                
           Recently I've heard many people sympathize for me on how terrible it must be to attend meek little Millard High, and recent move-ins have also made their complaints. On the contrary, I prefer to have a small school. I know either everyone's face or name, if not mostly both. Walking to every class, I can say hi to at least 5 people. It's nice. If your good buddy's not there, you can still talk to someone you know relativly well, and they know you some-what, so it's all good. You're close with everyone, the only problem is your personal life. Everyone knows if you're in a relationship. Half the school will know who you like-after one day of school-if you tell ONE person. It's crazy, but I love it. Speaking of which, I don't like anyone, but I've still 'got my flirt on'. "Flirting is a womans' trait; she must always keep in practice." This is true you see. I need to go work on my Easter dress now, so TTFN.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Today the sky was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I was riding into my valley on the bus, and all of a sudden I felt like I was bathing in the sun. The clouds that had hovered over me for so long had made a circle in the sky, and left a patch of bright blue right over my head. The way ahead was clear of clouds, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the sun shone behind me. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It seemed to say, "See, I've been here all along, and you've nearly forgotten me. I'm right here, I'm behind you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-535496704738760117?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/535496704738760117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=535496704738760117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/535496704738760117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/535496704738760117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='&quot;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-167959218365451829</id><published>2008-01-24T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:21.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'You can stand under my parasol'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgeo0NN3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/LFzSX4oYDyE/s1600-h/whiteheels.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159260927598344050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgeo0NN3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/LFzSX4oYDyE/s320/whiteheels.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lge40NN4I/AAAAAAAAAko/T6fwj39TihE/s1600-h/whiteDaisy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159260931893311362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lge40NN4I/AAAAAAAAAko/T6fwj39TihE/s320/whiteDaisy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgfI0NN5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/gHUi_Z3JjS0/s1600-h/WhiteBlack&amp;amp;White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159260936188278674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgfI0NN5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/gHUi_Z3JjS0/s320/WhiteBlack%26White.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;So I'm in computers right now. I just got out
of chorus, and Mr. Bob (Mr. Shields) gave me a B. geez. I'm I'm I'm....angry! (haha) He also let me explain what a &lt;em&gt;downbeat &lt;/em&gt;is to the class, because I got an A on my test. That made me feel accomplished. hhmmm. I'm sitting next to Janette, who is playing a strange game on primarygames.com, while I listen to my iPod. That's right. I finally set up my iPod. I was thinking about the world's busiest intersection today. It's pretty cool. Nest to the Tokyu Hands book store. I remember when my mom took Lexi and I there once, and she bought me the 3 Frog &amp;amp; Toad books. She then took us to TGI Fridays for dinner. I think my dad met us there, too. That was a fun day. It's almost time to get out of class now, so I'd better go now. toodles.
Why is it, that we tend to give our hearts to those who don't give in return? Though of the day.
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgfY0NN7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/UGEjf_z4cvw/s1600-h/WhatUwouldAttempt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159260940483246002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgfY0NN7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/UGEjf_z4cvw/s320/WhatUwouldAttempt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgfY0NN6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/E7bDsUEoRDQ/s1600-h/white+daisy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159260940483245986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgfY0NN6I/AAAAAAAAAk4/E7bDsUEoRDQ/s320/white+daisy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgqY0NN8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/XX25lKFTf0I/s1600-h/moonlitnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159261129461807042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgqY0NN8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/XX25lKFTf0I/s320/moonlitnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-167959218365451829?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/167959218365451829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=167959218365451829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/167959218365451829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/167959218365451829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-can-stand-under-my-parasol.html' title='&apos;You can stand under my parasol&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R5lgeo0NN3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/LFzSX4oYDyE/s72-c/whiteheels.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-3604844527434748989</id><published>2008-01-07T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:25.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Stop the Snow, Stop the snow, Stop the Snow'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgv03jQcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FJk9X6p05Sc/s1600-h/ahugthe+snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053935822225858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgv03jQcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FJk9X6p05Sc/s320/ahugthe+snowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgwE3jQdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MLCxk65QCD4/s1600-h/atis+the+season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053940117193170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgwE3jQdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MLCxk65QCD4/s320/atis+the+season.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgwE3jQeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yTWgTSoL9Gs/s1600-h/aperfectsnowangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053940117193186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgwE3jQeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yTWgTSoL9Gs/s320/aperfectsnowangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgY03jQXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IZj6Pfnkvkc/s1600-h/adiscoballs.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053540685234546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgY03jQXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IZj6Pfnkvkc/s320/adiscoballs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgY03jQYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b7JG_u5kk60/s1600-h/Agingerbreadcookies.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053540685234562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgY03jQYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/b7JG_u5kk60/s320/Agingerbreadcookies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgZE3jQZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BwmvS6AoJgg/s1600-h/Agingerbreadcookies2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053544980201874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgZE3jQZI/AAAAAAAAAjo/BwmvS6AoJgg/s320/Agingerbreadcookies2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I'm tired of the snow! As Soon As the snow melts, it snows again. Argh. We had an exceptionally good Christmas and New Years. And guess what? Do you have the desire to know what? It's my birthday, that's what. And I'm excited. I'm very excited. I've been so talkative during school today, people probably thought I was rather weird. I don't blame them. I was unbelievably tired, yet extremely talkative. Strange mix. Ever had that problem? Yeah, I know how you feel. I'm sure I annoyed the pants off of people. And also guess what? The end of 2nd term was last Thursday, and once again, it's that time of the term, where our grades are finalized, marked, unchangeable, saved, and gone down in the book as such. I raised all but 2 of my grades compared to last term. School's looking pretty good. Making more friends. Oh yeah, baby.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgZE3jQaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4EJO1cY4K8g/s1600-h/Agingerbreadcookies3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053544980201890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgZE3jQaI/AAAAAAAAAjw/4EJO1cY4K8g/s320/Agingerbreadcookies3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgZE3jQbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kNkDwidkAjo/s1600-h/agreenlights.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053544980201906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgZE3jQbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/kNkDwidkAjo/s320/agreenlights.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bf_k3jQSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/F7HLq0JHsW4/s1600-h/2008.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053106893537570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bf_k3jQSI/AAAAAAAAAiw/F7HLq0JHsW4/s320/2008.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bf_03jQTI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CYYJQNSoe2w/s1600-h/acandycanes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053111188504882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bf_03jQTI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CYYJQNSoe2w/s320/acandycanes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgAE3jQVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eyC8H6xaeyM/s1600-h/aDahoodoris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053115483472210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgAE3jQVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/eyC8H6xaeyM/s320/aDahoodoris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgAU3jQWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eXdSElKBtig/s1600-h/adecoratingballs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053119778439522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgAU3jQWI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eXdSElKBtig/s320/adecoratingballs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgwE3jQfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zf1geCbfMk4/s1600-h/ayear.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154053940117193202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgwE3jQfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zf1geCbfMk4/s320/ayear.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



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So lets lie in the grass &amp;amp; stare at the stars &amp;amp; live through the moment, figure out who we are.&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/32749702-3604844527434748989?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/3604844527434748989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=3604844527434748989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/3604844527434748989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/3604844527434748989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2008/01/stop-snow-stop-snow-stop-snow.html' title='&apos;Stop the Snow, Stop the snow, Stop the Snow&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R4bgv03jQcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FJk9X6p05Sc/s72-c/ahugthe+snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-3236867181533120151</id><published>2007-12-04T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:27.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sleddin' in a Winter Wonderland"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCknh1fZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Jipysh3sM2E/s1600-h/bigbenwithtulips.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140298852799446418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCknh1fZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Jipysh3sM2E/s320/bigbenwithtulips.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDynh1fdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BDmD4HW2Qw4/s1600-h/buriedinleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140300192829242834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDynh1fdI/AAAAAAAAAiA/BDmD4HW2Qw4/s320/buriedinleaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1X_yHh1fWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6cqwKggEhcw/s1600-h/alloverherface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140295786192797026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1X_yHh1fWI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6cqwKggEhcw/s320/alloverherface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Fall is officially over! We woke&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;up to a white winter wonderland on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;morning. After lunch, I went sledding with &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Lexi, Sam, Cortney, Rex, Ethan, and the two&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jessicas. Afterwards, Ethan, and Sam came &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;over to drink hot cocoa. After that, we watched &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;movies from our Tokyo Stake days.It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Lexi had to go to work, but after that, her and &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Gina and Sam picked me up, later picking up &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Kelton, then getting hot cocoa at Maverick. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;~"Oh bring us some freakin' pudding."~ haha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we had our normal church routine.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;At 6:00, we went to Christmas devotional, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;subsequently singing in Messiah practice. We're&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;performing the Sunday after next. Yes, very&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;jittery. On Monday, we went sledding again,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;because Gina wasn't able to go on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;At first, we went to North Park, but the hill&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;there was not adequate for sledding, so we &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;tried June Brush Hill, but it wasn't steep enough,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;and there wasn't enough snow, so shortly after&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;this, we took Lexi to a work meeting, met up&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;with Spencer, Amanda, and Jessica Melville, then &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;went to June Hill(different from June Brush)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;in Meadow, and had fun going down once.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;We went home, decorated the Christmas tree,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;Mr. Kruger's Christmas. &lt;/em&gt;Daddy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;took Lexi and I to Maverick for hot cocoa,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;then watched &lt;em&gt;Elf.&lt;/em&gt; Today, me, Lex, Gina,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Spencer, and Amanda went sledding again,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;this time at a hill in Holden. I had to bail&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;a million times, and got hurt more than&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;thrice. I got wet and muddy. It wasn't &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;pleasant. I stubbed my pinky, and hurt it so &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;bad, I couldn't move it. Ouch. Now I am&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;sitting on the couch, and I still need to clean&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;the bathrooms. Life is confusing me.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of my thoughts lately;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCk3h1fcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fn6Yt_wMraI/s1600-h/brrrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140298857094413762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCk3h1fcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fn6Yt_wMraI/s320/brrrrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDy3h1fgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JMj55hzFBd0/s1600-h/cutelywrappedboxes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140300197124210178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDy3h1fgI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JMj55hzFBd0/s320/cutelywrappedboxes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDy3h1ffI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/t3tJmkOZPKw/s1600-h/critically.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140300197124210162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDy3h1ffI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/t3tJmkOZPKw/s320/critically.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDzHh1fhI/AAAAAAAAAig/XCYxhLbhGTw/s1600-h/elaganceStyle+Grace.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140300201419177490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDzHh1fhI/AAAAAAAAAig/XCYxhLbhGTw/s320/elaganceStyle+Grace.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1X_ynh1fYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-91ZkvjEnDI/s1600-h/bestfeeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140295794782731650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1X_ynh1fYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-91ZkvjEnDI/s320/bestfeeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDynh1feI/AAAAAAAAAiI/I_gDzodkCAo/s1600-h/Chocolates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140300192829242850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YDynh1feI/AAAAAAAAAiI/I_gDzodkCAo/s320/Chocolates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YMm3h1fiI/AAAAAAAAAio/Q9Y_SZ_6Uh8/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140309886570429986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YMm3h1fiI/AAAAAAAAAio/Q9Y_SZ_6Uh8/s320/Cute.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1X_yXh1fXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/65BIfVk1TuU/s1600-h/BeachBallInTheSky.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140295790487764338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1X_yXh1fXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/65BIfVk1TuU/s320/BeachBallInTheSky.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCknh1faI/AAAAAAAAAho/-TctPSd3_E0/s1600-h/blueslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140298852799446434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCknh1faI/AAAAAAAAAho/-TctPSd3_E0/s320/blueslide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCk3h1fbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/4RcWph3xWUg/s1600-h/beachBall.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140298857094413746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCk3h1fbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/4RcWph3xWUg/s320/beachBall.png" 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/32749702-3236867181533120151?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/3236867181533120151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=3236867181533120151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/3236867181533120151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/3236867181533120151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Sleddin&apos; in a Winter Wonderland&quot;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R1YCknh1fZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Jipysh3sM2E/s72-c/bigbenwithtulips.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-5088437899428970684</id><published>2007-11-27T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:28.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a Wonderful Day in our Millard High"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RrRomQvxupQ/s1600-h/accident.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137715552323679394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RrRomQvxupQ/s320/accident.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/teYkANlPRLk/s1600-h/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137715552323679426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/teYkANlPRLk/s320/art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xrez8oHaJ-c/s1600-h/amistake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137715552323679410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/xrez8oHaJ-c/s320/amistake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Thursday was mid-term, and I despise my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grades! Mr. Greider gave me a B+! I worked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my butt off in that class, and I got a B+!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracious. we have our Christmas tree up, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we only have lights on. It's time to get the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;advent calendars out! It's so exciting! the Iron &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man was yesterday and continues today. Sweaty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys in wrestling uniforms. I promised Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ras I would go watch him, but when I went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, I didn't see him. I saw his family.
The all look the same. They're so cute.
Why must life be so confusing? Especially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;social &amp;amp; personal lives. argh. It's exasperating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I need to get ready to go sleding right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hopfully I can post more today or tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best friend: the ones that you can &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; stay &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; at for an &lt;em&gt;hour&lt;/em&gt; because you have &lt;u&gt;important &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to tell them.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVE_VAtNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SxwEBVChg_I/s1600-h/babygotbach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137715556618646738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVE_VAtNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/SxwEBVChg_I/s320/babygotbach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zWOfVAtPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xsD2AJZvLDM/s1600-h/Aboat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137716819339031794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zWOfVAtPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xsD2AJZvLDM/s320/Aboat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVE_VAtOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/t9fQt_BdnSw/s1600-h/barbieshoes.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137715556618646754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVE_VAtOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/t9fQt_BdnSw/s320/barbieshoes.png" 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/32749702-5088437899428970684?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/5088437899428970684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=5088437899428970684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/5088437899428970684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/5088437899428970684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-wonderful-day-in-our-millard-high.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a Wonderful Day in our Millard High&quot;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/R0zVEvVAtKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RrRomQvxupQ/s72-c/accident.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-9183799567514101775</id><published>2007-11-03T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:31.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I had a Bad Day'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzLCAy8ULI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HO870_Ch7ow/s1600-h/summer"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128697311101997234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzLCAy8ULI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HO870_Ch7ow/s320/summer%2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzLCAy8UKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8mDasTwCrl0/s1600-h/mapleleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128697311101997218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzLCAy8UKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8mDasTwCrl0/s320/mapleleaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzCqAy8UFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DQMIlshlKZ0/s1600-h/dinosaurpumkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128688102692114514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzCqAy8UFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/DQMIlshlKZ0/s320/dinosaurpumkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzCqQy8UGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kjWq2hDc38k/s1600-h/HalloweenCookies.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128688106987081826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzCqQy8UGI/AAAAAAAAAfo/kjWq2hDc38k/s320/HalloweenCookies.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Ryy--wy8UEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1th1TSvJwVw/s1600-h/Bored.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128684061127888962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Ryy--wy8UEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1th1TSvJwVw/s320/Bored.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzCqQy8UII/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZT977E9OFXE/s1600-h/lonepumpkin.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128688106987081858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzCqQy8UII/AAAAAAAAAf4/ZT977E9OFXE/s320/lonepumpkin.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Saturday, we had a family party with the Stouts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;party-ed our guts out, then Lex and I went to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah, Sam, Caleb, and Angus's movie premiere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for their zombie movie. They had some guest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stars too: Eden, Leah, and Kelton of people that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know. After that, Noah, Eden, Sam, and Ethan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came over to our house and we played &lt;em&gt;Balderdash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the new version) We had fun~Aquatic Pineapple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubble Shampoo, American Peanut Butter Association,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Bubba's Hot Chocolate...~fun. I've been feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nerdly lately.  Sunday morning, I went to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp's house, with Katie, Josh(Camp), Courtney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Jensen),Sam, Jessica(Wall), Osten, Tito, Gabe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 2 girls from Delta, and "Carl drove the big &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grey van" to TLT. We had fun. It was at USU, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where many 4-H activities are held. TLT is a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-H activity thingy, where we basically learn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how to be leaders..., pretty much the same stuff &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as Teen Council. We did some cool science &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;experiments. Lots of people came and talked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to us. They told us about other 4-H groups we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could join, ways we could 'help around our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;communities',and stuffs like that. Lunch and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner on Monday was in the Marketplace, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the words of today's youth, it was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a costume dance and karaoke on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday night, but I was sick, so I wasn't able &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to attend. I decided USU is in my top 3 colleges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYU is still #1. I've really been wanting to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;write a story lately. I will, eventually. Not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now. The first term ended on the 19th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grades for the first term are;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English              A,  93&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Algebra             A,  96&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Chorus              A,  105&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Computers       A,  94 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Biology              A-,91 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Foods                A,  102&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;PE                      A,  95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Seminary          A,  107&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Advisory           A,  100
&lt;br&gt;
I was relatively happy. My GPA was 3.95. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology was amazing. At mid-term, I had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgotten to give some assignments in, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a C-. Despite my 3 Fs, I raised it to a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-. Cool, huh? I think my end-of-term-test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was in the top 10 of the class. Happy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Halloween, Lex and I were supposed to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take Mia and Noah t&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;rick&lt;/span&gt;or-Treating, but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexi invited Gina and Sam and Ethan too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to our ward party. Me Lexi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picked up our sleepover stuff from our house,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to Kaitlynn's birthday-party-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pioneer-dance. My goal for the night was to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate to dance. Katie and I come up with some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;schemes, but we had to leave early. I confronted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him about it later, and he confessed to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that he had. Yay. I did the finger polka, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then danced the Virginia Reel with Sam. To&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make sure all the girls had a partner, they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had each girl put one shoe in a pile, on one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;side of the room. All the guys lined up on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other side of the room, then when Carl yelled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go, they all ran to grab a shoe. Whoever's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoe they grabbed, was who they danced with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole bunch of guys went sliding in their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurry, and slammed against the wall. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb grabbed 3 shoes-what was he thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sam went up to him, and said "Give me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my shoe back!" Sam's shoe had fallen off, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb had grabbed it, thinking it was a girls' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoe. Sam also took another shoe him, because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he hadn't got one. It was mine. I had fun with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam. He kept trying to fling me. haha So then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gina, Lexi, me, Ethan, Sam, Kalem, and George &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Gina's house,where we played Phase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10(I won) and went on a Halloween walk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 'Big House' next to Gina's house. I swear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's haunted. Then, the guys left, and us girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;Premonition&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Notebook. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute! We finally went to bed, and Lexi and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gina woke up at 7, whereas I woke up at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. This is Thursday. We had SEOP's we had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go to. It was pretty good. Sorta boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was fun. Just one of those days where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everone seems to do something funny. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algebra, when we were supposed to be doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assignment, Matt kept making kissing noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a while, Dillon turned around to see what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was going on. The expression he pulled was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so funny. I started laughing. Embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In chorus I went to sit by Nate, since we were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both sitting alone. I had fun talking to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about random stuffs. I get to sit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by him in 2 other classes. I sat with a seat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inbetween us, since he doesn't want to touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girls. But not because they have cooties. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's my buddy. We both get to be villagers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the musical. So, I came home, watched my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;younger siblings, helped Mom, ate dinner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ate cookie dough with Mom, while watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/em&gt;, and the new &lt;em&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/em&gt;.

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-9183799567514101775?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/9183799567514101775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=9183799567514101775&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/9183799567514101775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/9183799567514101775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/11/cause-i-had-bad-day.html' title='&apos;Cause I had a Bad Day&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyzLCAy8ULI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HO870_Ch7ow/s72-c/summer%2707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-715141828945086555</id><published>2007-10-25T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:32.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Behind These blue-ish eyes'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqLgy8T5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MtHD7nOIPro/s1600-h/30"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125424228194865042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqLgy8T5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MtHD7nOIPro/s320/30%27sShoes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqUQy8T8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/icPuiyvtEWM/s1600-h/assortedcrayons.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125424378518720450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqUQy8T8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/icPuiyvtEWM/s320/assortedcrayons.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqMQy8T6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/PflVl_A4vDQ/s1600-h/aMelody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125424241079766946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqMQy8T6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/PflVl_A4vDQ/s320/aMelody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hola
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, being the end of the term, it's been very,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;very, busy. English, I had to type up an book report with one-day's notice. Algebra, I had to catch up on 3 assignments, and we had a pretest last time. Chorus, okay. Computers, I had 2 assignments. In Biology, we just had a test, and I had to type a report(We had a presentation a little while ago. I put the whole slide show together, and looked up all the information, while my partner did &lt;em&gt;nothing.&lt;/em&gt; Mr. Greider came up to me the other day, and said "Have you given in the report for the hotspots?" I said, " No, I don't think so. I'll try and get that to you today." pretending like I had it waiting in my locker. I&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqTgy8T7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6OsIsgOGNJA/s1600-h/annoying.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125424365633818546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqTgy8T7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6OsIsgOGNJA/s320/annoying.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had to hurry with my computers assignment for the day, then type it up, while my partner did nothing.) In Foods, I've been dandy. PE has been peachy. And seminary has been extraordinary. We changed seats the other day. I like my spot. I get to sit by Nate. Nate's my buddy. Some people (ehem..Emily..) were curious about our running schedule for the summer....

&lt;br&gt;
Monday AM - Hard Run 4-6 Miles
Monday PM - Easy 3-4 miles
Tuesday AM - Easy 4-5 miles
Tuesday PM - Easy 3-4 miles
Wednesday AM - Hard Run 4-6 miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wednesday - PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Easy 3 miles
Thursday AM - Easy 4-5 miles
Thursday PM - Easy 3-4 miles
Friday AM - Hard Run 5-7 miles
Friday PM - Easy 3-4 miles
Saturday - Medium 5-7 miles
Sunday- Rest&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully, this will improve our running skills. Coach Moat asked me, Lexi, and Shelby to recruit people next year. I told him how I had helped recruit 13 people for Youth Court, and he said, "Ok, it's up to you, Natasha." haha
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Adiós
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyErKAy8T-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/m6IOrDV_hfo/s1600-h/Balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425301936689122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyErKAy8T-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/m6IOrDV_hfo/s320/Balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyErKQy8T_I/AAAAAAAAAew/NRhjPcBSoP8/s1600-h/Beyourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125425306231656434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyErKQy8T_I/AAAAAAAAAew/NRhjPcBSoP8/s320/Beyourself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqUgy8T9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gs7R16lQS5M/s1600-h/bag.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125424382813687762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqUgy8T9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/Gs7R16lQS5M/s320/bag.png" 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/32749702-715141828945086555?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/715141828945086555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=715141828945086555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/715141828945086555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/715141828945086555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/10/hola-so-being-end-of-term-its-been-very.html' title='&apos;Behind These blue-ish eyes&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RyEqLgy8T5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MtHD7nOIPro/s72-c/30%27sShoes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-4667853131293586302</id><published>2007-10-21T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:34.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>" Wise Men Say 'Only Fools Rush In.' "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRKI0mMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/im-ds1qPH44/s1600-h/doesn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123905899633875138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRKI0mMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/im-ds1qPH44/s320/doesn%27tMeanItWasOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRKI0mNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AUuEUIpkz_0/s1600-h/epicstory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123905899633875154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRKI0mNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AUuEUIpkz_0/s320/epicstory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDV6I0mJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/__vQZMgcV6U/s1600-h/buningcalories.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123903782214998162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDV6I0mJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/__vQZMgcV6U/s320/buningcalories.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRaI0mOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/70bTLxwclDM/s1600-h/EverythingWillBeOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123905903928842466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRaI0mOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/70bTLxwclDM/s320/EverythingWillBeOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life has been so busy, and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and scary, it's disturbing. Last &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday(the 12&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,Lexi, Ethan, and I went &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to Gina's house to hang out. It was so &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;stinkin' fun! We played Mario golf, and l&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;aughed our heads off the whole entire &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;time we don't know why we were laughing. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some of it wasn't even funny. haha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDWKI0mLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AQgnIuo91lU/s1600-h/deadfishflow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123903786509965490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDWKI0mLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AQgnIuo91lU/s320/deadfishflow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So after laughing our heads &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we went home. The next morning, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we went to the Harvest Festival with&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gina. The volleyball team was doing &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a fundraiser there, and so we helped &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;them. MacConell came, and he brought&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his new puppy, Nikki. She's adorable!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 4:30ish, Gina took Lexi to work,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and me home, but at 9:00, her and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kortney pickerd me back up, and went&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to pick Baby-Ras up, went to Mavrik&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(where Baby-Ras bought an over-flowing &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ice cream cone), then drove across the &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;street to pick Lexi up from work. We&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went to Gina's house again, and Ethan &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;met us there. We watched Disturbia. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was disturbing. Baby-Ras(AKA Josh) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kept trying to scare us girls. It wasn't &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;funny. We all thought we were going &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCA6I0mFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gSSNS0vWxvY/s1600-h/AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123902321926117458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCA6I0mFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gSSNS0vWxvY/s320/AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to die. I felt really bad &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;afterwards, 'cause when the movie &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was done, Josh said his parents&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;probably wouldn't have liked him watching&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it. When the movie was done, we had&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13 minutes to get to Fillmore, drop &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;osh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;off, and drop Lexi and I off before &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;midnight. On Monday, I was supposed&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to be on a Biology field trip, but I was&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;getting braces.Nice, huh? Yeah, they're&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beautiful. They've already started moving!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Happy day! They firs couple of days, my&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mouth was so cut up to the piont, it&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hurt to swallow! Tuesday, Youth court &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;was canceled, so Lex and I went to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mac's(MacConell) house. We watched &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Walk to Remember. Because of his&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sisters, he has lots of chick-flicks. It's&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;funny. On Wednesday, I got to miss &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;school(agian!) because I went to cheer&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my fellow team mates running at state.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRaI0mPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6ZYIbvFFPHU/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123905903928842482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRaI0mPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6ZYIbvFFPHU/s320/I%27mSugarFree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bourne brought this sugar &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;free chocolate and fed it to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was barf-worthy. Everyone got mad&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at him. "Why'd you feed this to us?"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Eeeewwww! It's gross!" Him and Lexi&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;had a perfume fight-on the bus! He &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;would spray Lexi with his colone, and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;she would spray him with her perfume. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All the girls started screaming, and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;rolling down their windows. The girls &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;took state, and we went to eat at the &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rodizios in Trolley Square. We saw &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;where the shooting was. The girls &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a beautiful sale, and bought &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;shirts. On the way home, Mr.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anderson made us stop at Home Depot&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for his own personal reasons, then stop&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at Walmart for the 2&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time that day.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since we didn't want to go into Walmart, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me, Lexi, and Mac went into Payless. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCA6I0mEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2tI0qOKqXVc/s1600-h/1pairOfShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123902321926117442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCA6I0mEI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2tI0qOKqXVc/s320/1pairOfShoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lexi got a pair of sneakers &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; a pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;black heels. I bought a pair &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of sneakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mac wanted(needs) a new &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pair of shoes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but he didn't like any of &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the shes we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;picked out for him. So he's &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still wearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the same black shoes. After &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;school on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, our Lexi &amp;amp; Gina &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tashi threesome went to the seminary &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so Gina and I could get our &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;scriptures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We ended up staying and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;talking to Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leotcher &amp;amp; Rasmussen. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was telling Br. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how my braces have &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;given me a speech &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;impediment, and Br. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ras told me a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;story of how his dad &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had pretended to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a speech impediment &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for his room mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;story. A friend of &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his room mate's who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he actually &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had speaking problems, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;asked him to double &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with her, his room mate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and her room mate. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole date he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;purposely talked funny, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and when the date was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;almost done, he blew &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his nose, and said, "That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;better." in a normal &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;voice. haha We went to pick Sam up, drove &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to Mavrik, drove Sam home, then quickly drove&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lexi and I home so Lexi wouldn't be late for&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;work. We got out early on Friday, so me, Gina,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and Lexi kidnapped(not really. We asked &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;permission) Josh, and went to Gina's house to &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;play. We had so much fun. We played Apples &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to Apples and another game whose name I &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can't remember. We got bored, so all 4 of us &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hopped on Gina's 4-wheeler, and we drove to &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;White Mountain. We played in the white sand, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;told funny stories, then drove home. Josh had &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to sit on the back, where there's this rack for &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;putting things on. It vibrated really bad because &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was right above the engine. It took Josh a &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while to recover. He kept saying, "My butt...the &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vibrations....the pain...". haha We drove back &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to Fillmore, returned Eragon to Video One Stop, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and bought shaved ice while we were there. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We sat on the swingsat North Park while we &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ate, then drove Josh home, drove Lexi to work, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and then drove me home. Gina had to go to &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ephraim. On Saturday, our ward went and did &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baptisms For The Dead. That's my first time&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;doing BFTD in the Manti Temple. We all went&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our seperate ways, and that night, me, Lexi, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and Sam went to watch the volleyball game. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the game was all done, we went to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gina's house, with Kaitlyn, Ethan, Kortney,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and Mike tagging along. We played Apples to &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apples again, and we laughed our heads off &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;again. We ate chips and dip, and drank grape&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shasta, which makes us go crazy. We kept &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;laughing like maniacs. Mike and Ethan would &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;make fun of mine and Lexi's nad Gina's laughs.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 
&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDWKI0mKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-eHmgNxXFQQ/s1600-h/complicated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123903786509965474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDWKI0mKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/-eHmgNxXFQQ/s320/complicated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this cute little quote.&lt;br&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere between the procrastination and the homework, and the incessant forwards and the friendships, and the nasty cafeteria food and the calls to each other complaining about crushes.Somewhere between the phone calls to old friends and the "I miss you's"and the "I love you's", and the "What are we doing tonight's" and somewhere between all of the changing and growing. Somewhere between the classes and the skipping classes, and the studying for tests, and the pretending to study for tests, I forgot. I forgot what high school is all about. I forgot what it meant to cry. I forgot that pretending to be happy doesn't make you happy. And that pretending to be smart doesn't make you smart. I forgot that you can't just forget the past in fear of the future. I forgot that you can't control falling in love. And that you can't make yourself fall in love. I learned that I can love.I learned that it's okay to mess up, and it's okay to ask for help and it's okay to feel like crap. I learned it's okay to complain and whine to your friends for the whole day. I learned that sometimes the things you want most you can't have. I learned that the greatest thing about high school isn't the parties or the hook-ups, it's the friendships, which mean taking chances. I learned that the things we want to forget are the things which we most need to talk about. I learned that letters from your friends are the most important thing. And that sending cards to your friends make you feel better. But, basically, I learned that my friends - old and new - are the most important people to me in the world, and without them, I wouldn't be who I am today.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCAKI0mCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/S52ZvDRcjqg/s1600-h/1in5billion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCAqI0mDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/83sNkKfsb2A/s1600-h/absurdity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123902317631150130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCAqI0mDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/83sNkKfsb2A/s320/absurdity.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCA6I0mGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/crfYiz8lDF8/s1600-h/backgroundmusic.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123902321926117474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvCA6I0mGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/crfYiz8lDF8/s320/backgroundmusic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDV6I0mII/AAAAAAAAAcw/t0FBTRGl7JA/s1600-h/Boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123903782214998146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvDV6I0mII/AAAAAAAAAcw/t0FBTRGl7JA/s320/Boom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-4667853131293586302?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/4667853131293586302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=4667853131293586302&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/4667853131293586302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/4667853131293586302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/10/wise-men-say-only-fools-rush-in.html' title='&quot; Wise Men Say &apos;Only Fools Rush In.&apos; &quot;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RxvFRKI0mMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/im-ds1qPH44/s72-c/doesn%27tMeanItWasOK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-4894465969939747059</id><published>2007-10-07T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:37.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>'Lord of The Freshmen!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RwmkzKI0l-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/o_TkiYZggXo/s1600-h/DearP.C..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118803650284918754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RwmkzKI0l-I/AAAAAAAAAbg/o_TkiYZggXo/s320/DearP.C..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RwmkoKI0l5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TWYw81xFxJM/s1600-h/1in5billion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118803461306357650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RwmkoKI0l5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TWYw81xFxJM/s320/1in5billion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RwmkoaI0l6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/izkPTbHlG1w/s1600-h/bomchikawahwah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118803465601324962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RwmkoaI0l6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/izkPTbHlG1w/s320/bomchikawahwah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I haven't posted in like, a month! I'll just say how busy I've been, and try to make another posting this week. I'm a freshman in HIGH SCHOOL, I've got 8 calsses to pass, 8 teachers to please, I'm running Cross Country, I'm in FCCLA(Future Career Community Leaders of America), TLT(Teen Leader Training), Teen Council, Youth Court, GYC(Governers Youth Council), I'm getting braces, I'm going to be in the upcoming musical, 'Beauty And The Beast', and I have a personal life, as well as a social life to handle. I need to go to bed now. I'm giving a presentation in Biology tomorrow. First period. My partner didn't do a single thing. She just sat there, and looked at her nails while I did all the research. arrrghh. She better not make me get a failing grade. I went to the football game on Friday night, and it was super fun, but it was raining, the wind was blowing, and even wearing 5 layers, I almost froze. I got to come home, and drink hot chocolate though. Yum! 3 people on the opposite team got hurt. One of them got a head concuction, and a ambulance had to come. We got so cold during that 20 minutes. We had 8 people squished under 1 umbrella. My toes went numb. It was fun to watch the little freshmen buys acting as water boys. They looked so small compared to the juniors, and seniors, who were also wearing their pads. We won 35/0 may I add.
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Don't blame Gravity for Falling in Love.&lt;br&gt;
                                      -Albert Einstein&lt;br&gt;
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здравствулте!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RtI2lXoh4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/j0Hn5MZE3Gw/s1600-h/eatsomebreakfastthen....png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103201343391261074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RtI2lXoh4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/j0Hn5MZE3Gw/s320/eatsomebreakfastthen....png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can never seem to be able to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat enough breakfast. By 10:33-ish I'm always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starving. Not a very happy Tashi. There is so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much to say. I won't so it all tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my classes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Algebra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And there was much rejoicing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Computer tech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Biology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Foods &amp; Nutrition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUNCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Participation skills &amp;amp; Techniques&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( AKA freshmen PE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Seminary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lunchtime devotional after lunch. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RtI2lnoh4cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UEfd7OxBqws/s1600-h/oom.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103201347686228418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RtI2lnoh4cI/AAAAAAAAAaw/UEfd7OxBqws/s320/oom.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  One of my teachers is dyslexic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny. He's so random all the time. He says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff like "Tut tut. It looks like rain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RtIzDHoh4YI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B42skiOzLRQ/s1600-h/CurrentJob.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103197456445858178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RtIzDHoh4YI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/B42skiOzLRQ/s320/CurrentJob.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It may be a bit early, but I'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting to plan out my life. I won't go into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;details now, but yeah.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;см. &lt;br&gt;вас более поздно
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&lt;br&gt;Hello
&lt;br&gt;We just got back from EFY(Especially For
Youth). It was so fun!!! I really, really, really
want to go again! "In the words of today's
youth, it was awesome." haha Our group
was the For Beholds. There was so much
walking involved. I had to mummify my
feet in tape for blister prevention. It hurt.
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr6BFpNaKfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cDSxjmlVBXk/s1600-h/shoes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097653762191403506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr6BFpNaKfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/cDSxjmlVBXk/s320/shoes3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Thursday we had to wear
Sunday clothes the whole day. That includes
wearing heels the whole day. I gotta tell ya.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr6BFZNaKcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_ibz-pILB80/s1600-h/teenspiritstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097653757896436162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr6BFZNaKcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_ibz-pILB80/s320/teenspiritstick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before one of the dances, I
lathered myself in deodorant so I wouldn't
smell of unnameable substances. But as I
was putting it on my forehead, I got some in
my hair, and it looked like dandruff! I wasn't
able to get it all out. Talk about embarassing!
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_pNaKgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1KYP3s40bA0/s1600-h/AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949427740060162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_pNaKgI/AAAAAAAAAY4/1KYP3s40bA0/s320/AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun screaming and cheering
about everything. Our counselor Petey knew all
the other counselors, and so he would have us yell
something different to everyone. Our main call
was hoodalalee. Or, hoorah, or kapow, or "Hey,
so-and-so" really awekward. It was fun. We would
also scream for Br. Buckner(Our session director),
and Br. Bowman until our throats hurt. Brittni lost
her voice. It was funny.
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097653757896436146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr6BFZNaKbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i49znLhPHG4/s320/pinkshoes.png" border="0" /&gt; Lara had some SUPER cute shoes like
these, but hers were black. CUTE!
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NtHmHPmznS4/s1600-h/cinfidence.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949432035027522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NtHmHPmznS4/s320/cinfidence.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hads LoTs and lOtS of good lessons.
&lt;div&gt;One was about 'faking confidence until making confidence.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kZ3yrU3GqDA/s1600-h/calculaortexting.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949432035027506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKjI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kZ3yrU3GqDA/s320/calculaortexting.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also kept talking about how texting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;constantly is bad. We had to leave our cell phones in our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dorms for the whole day except at free-time.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YkVEWQjv9Q4/s1600-h/BePerfect.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949432035027474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YkVEWQjv9Q4/s320/BePerfect.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They kept talking about how girls shouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;readd magazines and stuffs because it tends to make girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;depressed, and it junks up your mind. hhhmmmm.......
Breakfast and dinner we would eat at the Cannon Center,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but lunch would just be a sack lunch. They were very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5_AJNaKYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JeNFZcxp-QM/s1600-h/fatfreelettuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097651468678867330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5_AJNaKYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/JeNFZcxp-QM/s320/fatfreelettuce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But one of the days we had Subway, and that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5_AJNaKaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/K01CO2TwXQg/s1600-h/iOwnAcrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097651468678867362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5_AJNaKaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/K01CO2TwXQg/s320/iOwnAcrush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, everyone has a COW(Crush Of the Week) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they go to EFY right? Of course, right. So the girlsand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to right down who they liked on piece of paper, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swap papers, and see who liked who. Yeah, I thought this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one guy was cool. Arielle tried to talk us out of it saying, that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she did it once, and no one liked her, and she felt really bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she didn't want anyone to get their feelings hurt.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-VfpNaKmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BRNDFykd6u0/s1600-h/itseemedgoodatthetime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097957674077268578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-VfpNaKmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BRNDFykd6u0/s320/itseemedgoodatthetime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, we did it anyway. Hhhmm. I ended up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regretting it. 7 guys liked Lexi, and one guy liked every girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except Arielle(now I felt bad), me, and Lindsey. awe well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When am I gonna see him again anyways right?
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKiI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eMWkFzPBgac/s1600-h/buningcalories.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097949432035027490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr-N_5NaKiI/AAAAAAAAAZI/eMWkFzPBgac/s320/buningcalories.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pizza night was awesome. Our group got 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pizzas, 2 dessert pizzas, 2 things of ice cream, 2 packages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of cookies, 2 sodas, and a galon of fruit punch. Afterwards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all got our mattresses, stripped them of their linens, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played matress dominoes. We all squished eachother. We &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kept saying "One more time" about 8 times, until it was 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minutes past lights-out. We filmed it 3 times, and gave it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the slideshow on Friday. "It was awesome".
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5-SJNaKRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_gXDSMQI0Tk/s1600-h/cuteshoes.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097650678404884754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5-SJNaKRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_gXDSMQI0Tk/s320/cuteshoes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the dances and games night you needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;closed-toed-shoes, which I sorely needed. So, on our way up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Monday morning, I popped into Pay-less and bought some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;formal, and informal shoes. May I add that they are darling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't think about walking around in new shoes and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting blisters.
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5_AJNaKZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zIjwhOpp-b8/s1600-h/FeelfreeToDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097651468678867346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rr5_AJNaKZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zIjwhOpp-b8/s320/FeelfreeToDance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both dances were awesome. There was modesty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were good songs(so you don't have to worry about awkward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;songs when you're dancing with a guy), no swearing songs... and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guys had to ask you to dance. Altogehter, 8 guys I didn't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking me to dance. "It was awesome" Derrek taught me some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swing dance moves. Girls dig guys that can swing dance. One time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked this random guy to dance, and it ended up he knew Mikako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Chase Adams. I thought that was cool. And 3 (cute) guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complemented my dress. They said they thought it was cute. It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice how the guys would hold the doors open for the girls, and escort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them, and one guy carried my bag for me. So nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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여보세요&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start by telling you about my 4th of July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the parade, me and Lex hung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out at the State House Park with various peoples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Kelton's pool, then went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to watch fireworks with whomever we pleased.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprCaC8TTHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Spuo9rA156Q/s1600-h/4th5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087592481790577778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprCaC8TTHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Spuo9rA156Q/s320/4th5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were pretty good. I bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a glowing bracelet. Shaylee &amp; Suzie bought one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJxC8TTQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/H8cxoPdmBMM/s1600-h/flipflops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087600573508963586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJxC8TTQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/H8cxoPdmBMM/s320/flipflops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday we went toNorth Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica and I were swinging, and I kicked my flip-flops &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off. One of them landing in agigantic pine tree. I looked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for it, but I couldn't find it. I was really bummed out.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyi8TTTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BdO7sR1adDw/s1600-h/Iloveflipflops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087600599278767410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyi8TTTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BdO7sR1adDw/s320/Iloveflipflops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On that same Saturday Fillmore was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost evacuated. Our parents weren't home at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time, and it was a bit scary. We could see the smoke.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7i8TTPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/JxxwCwKqUFc/s1600-h/emergencyFireButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087595256339451122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7i8TTPI/AAAAAAAAAVo/JxxwCwKqUFc/s320/emergencyFireButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun turned pink, and Kanosh was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;evacuated, but it ended up someone just freaked out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they were ok. Brendon who workED at the Subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Cove Fort thought he saw Cove Fort burn, and the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gas station blow up. Cove Fort was miraculously saved,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what he saw blow up was propane tank. Still scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7i8TTOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-nls0QgC7vk/s1600-h/BirthdayCake.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087595256339451106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7i8TTOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/-nls0QgC7vk/s320/BirthdayCake.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shanlee's birthday was on Thursday, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had a party on Tuesday. We went to Seven Peaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprCaS8TTII/AAAAAAAAAUw/leM_WF_3xI8/s1600-h/amusementpark.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087592486085545090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprCaS8TTII/AAAAAAAAAUw/leM_WF_3xI8/s320/amusementpark.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was fun. We mostly hung out in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wave pool. There was this one slide that was scarily evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7S8TTNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mR-iUaQvlaM/s1600-h/doesn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087595252044483794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7S8TTNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mR-iUaQvlaM/s320/doesn%27tMeanItWasOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a free-fall. But you're not in a car, so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you leave the slide at one point. Evil I tell you! Terror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we left Seven Peaks, we went to the Provo Towne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Center Mall. I bought new flip flops since the incident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mentioned above left me flipflopless. They are cute, orange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stripey. We got dinner at McDonalds. Now I've twice
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyi8TTRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ay6fvwVvid8/s1600-h/FrenchMcDs.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087600599278767378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyi8TTRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ay6fvwVvid8/s320/FrenchMcDs.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the US. haha. On Friday, we went to Target,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gardner Village, and a pool party at the Salmons house. Stephen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Jordon didn't come. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whew &lt;/span&gt;Lex and I just hung out with Mia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Noah. Fun fun. At YCC I got a Target gift card, which I spent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Friday. I bought lot's of new make up! Hooray for make up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyy8TTUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YD4Zmd36pz4/s1600-h/makeUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087600603573734722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyy8TTUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YD4Zmd36pz4/s320/makeUp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We slept over at the Cowdells, and went to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gateway Mall with them the following day. We were only able &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to shop at American Eagle because we had to go pick up Daddy.
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprCaC8TTGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RwkyEdhREXg/s1600-h/AEOutfitters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087592481790577762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprCaC8TTGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/RwkyEdhREXg/s320/AEOutfitters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought a cute, new, cute shirt whilst we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rprloy8TTWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RjA86-6EvpU/s1600-h/AEtop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087631218100620642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rprloy8TTWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RjA86-6EvpU/s200/AEtop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And I would like to mention that I found my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flipflop.
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;안녕 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7S8TTMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VV3DKL58R7g/s1600-h/apples.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087595252044483778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprE7S8TTMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VV3DKL58R7g/s320/apples.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprmuC8TTXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ebc9GPbxjjo/s1600-h/AsIfell....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087632407806561650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprmuC8TTXI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Ebc9GPbxjjo/s320/AsIfell....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprmuC8TTYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gI4mLECQ__k/s1600-h/amistake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087632407806561666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprmuC8TTYI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gI4mLECQ__k/s320/amistake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprmuC8TTZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Rh48CjyOO-E/s1600-h/AskForIt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087632407806561682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprmuC8TTZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Rh48CjyOO-E/s320/AskForIt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-8363788242380932448?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/8363788242380932448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=8363788242380932448&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/8363788242380932448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/8363788242380932448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-was-pool-party-for-cool-people-in.html' title='&apos;It was a Pool Party For The Cool People in Our Fam&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RprJyi8TTSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/q68GaIwhZF0/s72-c/heartshapeapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-8166714385550358790</id><published>2007-06-29T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:50.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; 
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWLGhJg29I/AAAAAAAAASA/dT5O1S--FpM/s1600-h/balloons.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081620698651220946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWLGhJg29I/AAAAAAAAASA/dT5O1S--FpM/s320/balloons.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWLGhJg2-I/AAAAAAAAASI/UvkP_Gzloro/s1600-h/beforeitwascool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081620698651220962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWLGhJg2-I/AAAAAAAAASI/UvkP_Gzloro/s320/beforeitwascool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWLGhJg2_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/19g6y-JjVhA/s1600-h/black&amp;whiteBallons.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081620698651220978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWLGhJg2_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/19g6y-JjVhA/s320/black%26whiteBallons.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Γειάσου,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in like, a month! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I've beenvery busy doing things like Girls Camp, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Youth Court Conference, Teen Council, filming&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;music videos, and air hockey tournaments. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I like grapefruit?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfBJg3II/AAAAAAAAATY/jd67CrHODNg/s1600-h/grapefruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081628816139410562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfBJg3II/AAAAAAAAATY/jd67CrHODNg/s320/grapefruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's so tasty and delicious. Camp &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;was way fun!!! Lots of smores!! Mmmmm!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfRJg3KI/AAAAAAAAATo/UfibU60oNOk/s1600-h/revenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081628820434377890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfRJg3KI/AAAAAAAAATo/UfibU60oNOk/s320/revenge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also learned this thing where&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;you cook muffin batter in an emptyed orange.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Girls Camp was so spiritual! I wish I could feel&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;like that all the time! Only a couple days after&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;camp we went to YCC(Youth Court Conference)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;That was way fun too! Me, Lexi, Megan, Noah,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Sam, and Austin were the only people from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;East Millard County that went. Youth Court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itself is awesome. We get to be actual judges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in an actual court room, actually judging actual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;law-breakers that are actually our age. haha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWhcRJg3LI/AAAAAAAAATw/IeC8AaRtjbY/s1600-h/DaPolice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081645261569186994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWhcRJg3LI/AAAAAAAAATw/IeC8AaRtjbY/s320/DaPolice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look on Lexi's blog for pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of YCC. Eden wasn't able to go to Girls Camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because she was in California. The bum! JK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWNMxJg3CI/AAAAAAAAASo/LpKlrFB-f1g/s1600-h/California.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081623005048658978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWNMxJg3CI/AAAAAAAAASo/LpKlrFB-f1g/s320/California.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was pretty scary people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that would hang around us at YCC. Like Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Poor Megan!!), and Doug. Doug sat with us at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the banquet. He kept looking at me. Not very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfBJg3JI/AAAAAAAAATg/oX75-0obp38/s1600-h/nervousSmilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081628816139410578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfBJg3JI/AAAAAAAAATg/oX75-0obp38/s320/nervousSmilin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the dance he asked me to slow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dance with him 3 times! The 3rd time he asked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, I told him, "I can only dance with the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person twice." After that he backed off. At the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banquet he was playing with his iPod when he &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked "Who wants to listen to a bad song?" Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he could pronounce the 'g', Lexi said "No." Then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah and Sam said "We don't like bad songs."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! He kept swearing. Hhhmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfBJg3HI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WNX03_Tcf3M/s1600-h/drugfree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081628816139410546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWSfBJg3HI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WNX03_Tcf3M/s320/drugfree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Yeah. YCC was fun. Yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thursday) Me, Lex, Sam, Noah, and Kember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filmed a music video for Sam &amp; Noah's 4-H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;project. It was so cool. One of these days when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah sends it to us, either me, or Lexi will post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. It's so good! OMG! Teen Council was fun too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made neck coolers for soldiers fighting in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iraq. We filmed some of the movie at the library,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went strait from the library to the Court&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House. When Noah Kershisnik was backing out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he accidentally went forward, and hit the curb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't know it at the time, but he made a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hole in his oil tank. We made a huge puddle in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;front of the Court House. We used kitty litter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to soak it up. His car had to be towed. After&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we went to Sam's house to film some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got 5-buck pizzas, and babysat Sam's neices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nephew. At around ten, Eden, Noah, Sam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kember, Jessica, and Gina came over to watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Hollywood version of Pride and Prejudice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWNMxJg3DI/AAAAAAAAASw/UOroHD_YJcc/s1600-h/collossalCrunch.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081623005048658994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWNMxJg3DI/AAAAAAAAASw/UOroHD_YJcc/s320/collossalCrunch.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kember brought Berry Collossal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crunch that we snacked on. Yay! We also ate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chips, Chrystal Light, and kettle pop corn. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for the 4th of July! I'll see tons of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends, Steveon &amp;amp; Jordon(haha) are coming, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we might go to Lagoon with them that Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWNNBJg3EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iUHGcxJVC5E/s1600-h/cocacola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081623009343626306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RoWNNBJg3EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/iUHGcxJVC5E/s320/cocacola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We plan to take Coke cans for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discount. Lagoon is freaking expensive man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Gracie has to pay $28 to get in! She's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting on any rides. Anyways. Fun stuff.&lt;br&gt;
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Hallo
&lt;br&gt;This Sunday was our grandparents me, Lex,
Jordan, and Stephen to sing sacrament meeting.
We sang janice Kapp Perry's &lt;em&gt;Song Of Testimony.&lt;/em&gt;
Grandma said "When you were singing, it just
made my little heart pop like ET." I was fine right
up until right before we sang.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCj5yFiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oI3IhlbAjlY/s1600-h/butterfliesInStomach.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516118811809314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCj5yFiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oI3IhlbAjlY/s320/butterfliesInStomach.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Mandee had told everone at school that she had
a hot cousin coming on the 4th of july, and we had
to meet him. (Still looking forward to that) She
brought a framed picture of his whole family to
school to show us. So I told everyone I had some
cousins coming too. "They're going to sing, so if
you come to 3rd ward you can see them". At night
games on Tuesday, Jaisha said, "Sorry I wasn't
able to see your cousins on Sunday". Then _______
said "Oh my gosh! I was sitting on the front row,
and while they were singing I was like drooling."
 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGoiT5yFmI/AAAAAAAAARw/UWhwmg22Aks/s1600-h/distrction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071519962807539298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGoiT5yFmI/AAAAAAAAARw/UWhwmg22Aks/s320/distrction.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That made me laugh so hard. I
couldn't see her, but Lexi said she saw her and
she thought it was kinda weird that she was
slumping. Lexi just thought she was tired. ha!
Isn't that a great story? Everyone said our singing
sounded pretty. Yay! Hardly anyone was in sacrament
meeting because most everyone was on vacation.
But, we had 100 relatives over, so it made up
for it. Then, the 100 peoples came to our house,
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!)
and we played with our cousins, and 1st cousins
once removed. Stepheon &amp; Jordon slept over in
the barn. We played, stayed up telling scary stories,
and woke up at 8:00 so we could go 4-wheeling
with the Kesslers. they're stepheon &amp;amp; Jordon's
cousins once removed. So they're my cousin's
cousins once removed? that was my first time
to go ATVing. after that, we went swimming, but
Jordon didn't have a swim suit, so he borrowed
one from the Kesslers. Then we stopped at Duanes
on the way home, bought FOOOOOOOOOOD,
and watched Night at The Mueseum. After that
thing's went a little down-hill. Steveon started
ignoring Lexi, and doing stuff like playing the
piano. Kinda weird. They hitch-hiked a ride back
home with some people.
&lt;br&gt;On Tuesday peopleinvited me to play, but I said
I couldn't go for the first bit, but I would join them
later, if the would give me a call. They forgot to
call me. They finally called at 9:20, and invited
me to night games. Night games was pretty fun,
exceptDallin was weird.(Wow! What a surprise!...)
Hekept telling Shaylee's little brother to pet my
hair. Gross!

&lt;br&gt;Auf Wiedersehen
&lt;br&gt; 
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCj5yFjI/AAAAAAAAARY/0B2q6711mt0/s1600-h/Can"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516118811809330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCj5yFjI/AAAAAAAAARY/0B2q6711mt0/s320/Can%27tTellanyone.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCT5yFhI/AAAAAAAAARI/tIdcheO8knQ/s1600-h/brunette.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516114516842002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCT5yFhI/AAAAAAAAARI/tIdcheO8knQ/s320/brunette.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGoiT5yFlI/AAAAAAAAARo/0c45H58yWFs/s1600-h/coolicon.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071519962807539282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGoiT5yFlI/AAAAAAAAARo/0c45H58yWFs/s320/coolicon.png" 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/32749702-7712516140568851080?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/7712516140568851080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=7712516140568851080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/7712516140568851080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/7712516140568851080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-here-people-there-people.html' title='&apos;People here! People there! People &amp; Relatives Everywhere!&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RmGlCj5yFkI/AAAAAAAAARg/OedpzjvkYAY/s72-c/beginWhereYouAre.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-2917680139206278490</id><published>2007-05-28T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:46:53.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Graduation! Summertime &amp; We're Havin' Fun'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RluV0Wf14UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ut23GCjFY5E/s1600-h/11,11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069810532160495938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RluV0Wf14UI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ut23GCjFY5E/s320/11,11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RluV0mf14WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/L_w2tQBXgsc/s1600-h/at6am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069810536455463266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RluV0mf14WI/AAAAAAAAAQg/L_w2tQBXgsc/s320/at6am.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RluV0mf14VI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cmahwfDNEIs/s1600-h/3o"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069810536455463250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RluV0mf14VI/AAAAAAAAAQY/cmahwfDNEIs/s320/3o%27clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Bojour
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Graduation was fun. Everyone was dressed
up. It was so weird. Lexi recorded some stuff
on her camera, and I saw that I was slumping!
All and all, it was pretty fun. Afterwards, we
got doughnuts &amp; punch. the bathrooms were
cramed full of people changed out of their dresses.
After that, it was a pretty normal day, except
we didn't do anything. We just played all day.
During 8th period, the 8th graders had a water
fight. I got soaked. Bourne squirted me down
after he said he wouldn't. Marcie didn't think
I was wet enough, so she dumped a full bucket
of water on me. I had to walk home all wet. My
wet jeans made my bag blue. Annoying!
&lt;br&gt;The next day was the last day of school. I
had 1st period normaly, but second &amp; third
was spent in the gym for the awards assembly.
During fourth &amp; fifth period, the 7th &amp;amp; 8th
graders ran around the gym signing eachothers
yearbooks. I got 34 signatures! yay me! That
was a fun last day of school.
&lt;br&gt;Me, Mamoo, Mia,Noah, and Dad-squishy went
and saw Pirates 3! OMG! It came out a day
early in Fillmore of all places! It was okay, but
it wasn't nearly as good as the 2nd one. Jack
wasn't as funny. Everyone thought the monkey
was so funny. Personally, I don't like it when
they make the animal do weird stuffs to make
people laugh. I saw it again the next day with
Shanlee, Jaisha, Shaylee, Lexi, Sherokee, Mandee,
and Melissa. I couldn't have only seen it once!
Shanlee &amp; Jaisha kept gasping at the intense
scenes. Shanlee started bawling when Will
died. I like Shanlee.
&lt;br&gt;Saturday was the YW yard sale. We made
about $360 for Girls Camp. I helped. I bought
a muffin(that I made), a lazy dazy yum bar
(AKA magic bar)(which I made), and 3 shirts.
Before we went to the movie, peoples came
to our house, and helped us make 4 pies,
brownies, lemon bars, lazy dazy yum bars,
muffins, and cup cakes for the yard sale/bake
sale. whew! Hardly anyone came, because
Traci's sisters Winter &amp; Tami had a yard sale
as well,  so everyone went there. aw well. We
still had fun.
&lt;br&gt;When we got home, we cleaned the house,
went to the hospital, stayed there forever,
cleaned the house again, went to bed, woke
up,cleaned, went to church. I will tell you about
that in a later post.
&lt;br&gt;Au revoir
&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
Hello&lt;br&gt;
On Friday I got pulled out of school early to
go see Throughly Modern Millie. I didn't know
we were going until the night before. We watched
the play with Jill, Mic, and G'ma. Afterwards,
G'ma &amp; G'pa went to a opera, while us &amp;amp; Jill
went to Sonic and home.
&lt;br&gt;Saturday we were planning to go to Mt.
Pleasant, but after a series of problems, we ended
up not going.
&lt;br&gt;Kelsie invited us to go to a Daughters of the
Pioneers meeting to serve food to people. It
was pretty fun. Shaylee went. I'm glad she did.
We were going to get together afterwards, but
Jeisha &amp;amp; Shanley invited her to go to a waterfight
at North Park, so I went there with Shaylee.
I was excited, because I couldn't attend the
water fight at the Field Day on Thursday.
Lexi invited herself to go. Jeisha, Shanley,
Shaylee, Lexi and I were the girls. Dallin and
some other guy were the only guys, but we
had it be girls against boys.
&lt;br&gt;We made our own war cry: Feitasu! And we
named ourselves the Klenobens. Hey, it was
the brand name of the hose that helped us.
On the way home, we stopped at Video 1
Stop to get shaved ice. I heart shaved ice.
I invited people to my house, and we played
air hockey, jumped on the tramp, and ate cheese
sticks.
&lt;br&gt;Yay! My graduation's tomorrow. I worked
so hard at Fillmore Middle School. Yah. I'm
going to wear my darling dress I got from
modeling. Mr. Blad was pronouncing my name
wrong when I would enter. I had to pluck up
courage to tell him he was saying it wrong. It
was awkward. He was pronouncing it Natacsha.
He would do a short A as in 'cat' instead of a
long a as in 'moth ball'. Kind of annoying.
Vaarwel
&lt;br&gt;
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Ciao!&lt;BR&gt;
Okay, I have to tell you my 'I thought I was
gonna die' story. No one else I told seemed to
like it, so sorry if you fall asleep. Sherokee &amp;
some 7th graders invited me to go tubing on
Friday. I was really happy and excited. There's
the dance, we're going tubing, there's night-
games, Lex and Dad come home, and other
I would miss out on.
&lt;BR&gt;The Stucci's drove me over to Shanley's
house. It ends up I knew her older sister.
How weird is that? We got dressed, and
waited around for the other girls to show
up. Shailee, Sherokee, Shanlee, Suzie, Mandee,
Melissa, and 3 others girls whose names I
don't know came. We all got inner-tubes, and
took turns blowing eachothers up. Hard work
man. But nothing compered to what we were
about to do.
&lt;BR&gt;We all set out, and it was pretty scarry.
Most of the time I couldn't stay in my tube.
The creek would drag me along, with my legs
hitting every single rock. We got split into
3 groups. I was the middle group. 4 of us had
our tubes tied together. Suddenly, we come
across this log lieing across the creek. We had to
get out of our tubes, and take turns getting over
it. When I got out of my tube, I somehow got
knocked under the water, and couldn't get up for,
I bet ya, at least 15 seconds. I couldn't find the
top,and if I did, innertubes were in my way. The
rope tangled around me, and things were pretty
ugly. I thought I was going to die. Meanwhile,
everyone else started screaming "Natasha!"
(although I couldn't hear them)"She's caught
under the innertubes! The rope's around her
neck!" I didn't know I was chocking, but most of
my body had gone numb from the chill of the
water.
&lt;BR&gt;The mountains were melting, and the current
was much stronger than we anticipated. We
finally got out of that mess, but people still kept
getting hurt. We found a good place to rest. 3
girls chickened out, and ran away &lt;em&gt;with our only&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;cellphone &lt;/em&gt;onle we were pushed into the water.
Soon after, Melissa anounced that she thought
her knee was hurt, possibly broken. We had a
panic moment. The 7 girls that were last
decided to split up, with capable people with
Melissa to help her. Aparently I'm capable,
because I was 1 of those 3 with her.
   We had to keep stopping and resting for
Melissa, and the other group got way ahead of
us. We found a place where the water was more
shallow, andthere was some land sticking out, so
we stopped on the land, and sent Mandee to tell
the others to wait for us. It was a depressing time
for me,Suzie, and Melissa. Melissa could barely
walk, Suzie was having a melt down, and I was
asking stupid questions like, "So, who did you dance
with?"just to make conversation. We were moving
our innertubes around so we could sit in the sun,
wewere asking eachother what our favorite songs
were, and singing them. We were yelling down
the river; "Mandee! Where are you?", crying
into eachother's shoulders "We're going to die!",
and telling jokes like, "10 friends set out on a 
creek to go tubing. 3 leave. The 7 other girls get
seperated, one, of whom, broke her knee, and
they send out 1 girl to tell the others to stop.
She never comes back, and the 3 others are
stuck on an island for an hour, asking eachother
who they danced with". That joke was Suzie's.
so, yeah, We were stuck there an hour. We
even considered writing SOS with the nearby
logs in case any passing helicopters see it. It
was pathetic.
&lt;BR&gt;We finally decided that we had to get off the
island-thingy. So, we cut the rope attaching the
tubes together, with a piece ofwood that was
lieing around so we could tie each end to trees
to help Melissa cross. Just as we realised the
rope was too short, the people who owned the
land across the creek came and saved us. Suzie
cried. "We're saved".  She kept saying. My lips
had turned purple. We crossed, and hoped we
could get a ride in the golf course excebition
lookin' car, but Sister Stucci gave us a ride. Aw
well. We took Melissa to the hospital, then went
and picked up everyone else, who had made the
phone call to save us. They were alright, except
they had to climb 5 barbwire fences, and Mandee
twisted her ankle, with her sock drenchedin
blood. But it ended up she only had this tiny
scratch, but it bled alot.
&lt;BR&gt;You should see mylegs. My thighs are covered
in bruises, andmy grandma put this plastic wrap
lookin' stuffthat helps skin grow back, on my shins.
Sick. I felt bad for Shanley. She felt lik eit was all
her fault beause it was her idea to go tubing.
She cryed when we went to her house and told
her everything that happened from the time she
and 2 other girls left. Everything ended up fine
though. I don't think I'll go tubing for a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt;
time. haha

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RkpGKTF93zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NpHZDvNg910/s1600-h/innertube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064937873669480242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RkpGKTF93zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NpHZDvNg910/s320/innertube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Arriverderci
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I had a bunch of assignments on Thursday
and Friday so I felt a little bata-bata, but I
got it all done by fifth period. The dance was
during sixth and seventh period.
&lt;br&gt;Me and a bunch of other girls walked in late
'cause they wanted gum, so I kindly shared
with them. The first 2 dances I sat there watching
people dance, but a guy named Born(spell)
asked me to dance. He was nice. He would
actually talk to me. The next couple dances
I sat there, until Dillan asked me. That was
really weird, and awkward. He was like Napoleon
Dynamite the whole time, looking to the side.
I would ask him a question, and he would answer
in as less words possible. In the song we danced to,
the guy stiopped singing, then the music stopped a
little while later, but he let go and walked away the
second the guy stopped singing. hmm kinda awkward.
After a couple more dances I asked Sherokee
to dance. Don't think we're weird. People have
done it before. Everyone was pointing and
laughing at us. C'mon, it's not that weird.
We're not les.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RkcoADF93tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vEir02q_sDo/s1600-h/childish&amp;stupidHS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064060287296855762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RkcoADF93tI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vEir02q_sDo/s320/childish%26stupidHS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;After a couple more dances, a guy named
Mitchell in the 7th grade asked me. He would
kinda talk to me. He kept showing his gum
though. Sherokee was on 1 side of me, and
Melissa on another. Melissa was trying to tell
me something, but I couldn't understand her,
so finally the guy she was dancing with gave
me a thumbs-up. Supposedly, he a hotty that
everyone likes in the 7th grade. There was
a pause in the song, and Sherokee and her
guy let go, and were about to walk back to
the stands when the song started again.
Embarassing.
&lt;br&gt;I didn't get asked for anymore dances.
Sherokee's mom drove us home, so we could
get our swim suits and such to go tubing in
the creek. I'll tell you all about that in a latter
post. It's a long story! We had night games
at 9:00. We &lt;em&gt;were &lt;/em&gt;going to play night games,
but there was only 5 girls, and 1 boy, and
after the creek, we were all like
hhhhwwwwwwvvvvvvaaaaaaaaaaaa........,
so we watched Napoleon Dynamite. I left
early, cause my family was coming home.
Lexi didn't want to listen to anything I had
to say, and only wanted to talk about what
she did, so I was a little bummed out.
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hola!
Yesterday Bailee and Krystyn took me to a
movie store which also sells slushees. Don't
go to Ikspiari anymore Lex. These are bigger,
cheaper, and there's more flavors! I woke up
at 6:50, made my bed, and atebreakfast until
7:05, showered, got dressed,and did my hiar
until 7:35, and got out the door in the nick of
time at 7:40. I have to walk Mia to school. It's
not her fault she has short legs and wlks slow.
I got to school at 7:57. Iwent to all my classes,
and was a very good girl.In lunch I only ate my
applesuace, brownie, and water. Don't worry. I
came home and pigged out on cookies. I also
finished off my slushee. My mom bought this
dough stuff you just have to peel apart and cook.
She never bought stuff like that when I was little.
While they were cooking in the oven, I looked
at the package said it expired last Christmas
Eve. They still tasted good. At lunch recess,
Sherokee tachi asked me if I wanted to play
with them. "We're going to throw eachother"
Now doesn't that sound a little violent? It ends
up 2 people would hold 1 persons hand, and
launch them into the air. Peoples went 10 feet.
It was so freakin' fun. During lunch I was sitting
with Sherokee, Shailee, and Melissa, and they
said there was a dance on Friday. I got all pumped
up-my first dance! When the sudden realization
struck me. Friday? Friday! That's when Lex
and Dad are flying in, we see Gloria, and the
Stout aunts get facial etc(while I babysit their
kids). Hhhmm as much as I want to see Gloria,
and Lexi &amp; Dad, I really don't want to babysit,
and I really want to go to the dance. So I walk in
the door, and say "The most distressing thing
happened to me today; there's a dance on Friday.
and someone asked me to it." My mom froze.
Grandma slowly started turning around to face
me. "Sherokee asked me." Ha! Blood went back
into my mom's face. "Oh. I was gonna say 'I didn't
think they had date dances in 8th grade'." My
grandma seemed very relieved. Sherikee &amp;amp; I
had decided to go together. In one dance the
boys ask the girls, in another the girls ask the
boys, and then it's whatever. I'm kind of leaning
toward...well, would you be totally crushed if I
didn't show up at the airport? But isn't that the
best story? I learned today that caffine is a
depressant. It makes you hyper for the next
half~1 hour, but after that you become tired,
aggravated, and eventually, depressed. So
watch those sodas you're drinking. And all
sugars. My wise thought for the day.
Adios
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Nihao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Friday before I started school, I went to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the school to register. We were in the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;office when 3rd period ended. Someone started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screaming "Who's that? Who's that? Who's that?",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until someone said "It's a new kid!". Thanks alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following Monday I started school. My mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I sat in the office for most of 1st period while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the secretary was filling out papers and the such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the called in a girl named Tristen to be my buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because she's in all my classes except one. The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secretary asked her to show me all the classrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were walking down the halls this hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monitor named Trey started following us and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asking questions(he's a hall monitor 'cause he got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kicked out of band) "Who are you?" "Where are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you from?" "Naipan?" "Naipan?" "Naipan?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Naipan?" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rj_xrTF93fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZArL_hmgmvM/s1600-h/areyoulistening.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062030232349695474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rj_xrTF93fI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZArL_hmgmvM/s320/areyoulistening.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He finally understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I told my dad this story on the phone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he asked me(after a slight pause); "Is he retarded?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost. So he follows us to my locker,  and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asks me "Are you in 8th grade? Dang it!" And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walks away. Okay... I go about my business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to remember people's names, meeting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new teachers(some of 'em taught my mom!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dealing with a broken locker. I hate my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;locker! After 1st period, I was walking down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hall toward my History class, when Trey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;says "Hey, Natasha" loud enough for the whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hallway to hear(including the principal), and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after I had walked away, I heard him say "She's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my girlfriend." What??!! I think you're dreaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was really weird. When I was walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home from school with Sherikee, and Shailee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him and his two friends were walking very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close behind us. I'm surprised they didn't step &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my feet. Then Trey says "So, you're from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russia?" Huh? What about that whole incident &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during first period? "Oh, 'cause so &amp; so is really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excited." This made me feel terrible 'cause so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; so is an adopted kid from Russia. Sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he kept saying "Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natasha." till I answer him. He doesn't have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything to say. When we turned, and went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our ways, he bellows "Bye Natasha." Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my scary story. I'm only telling this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;story because he has not said anything to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since, so you don't need to worry about a freak-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(believe me, I've heard stories. He's a freak-o.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stalking me. My science teacher used to teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom, and my math teacher was a good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend of my uncle's in 3rd grade. He used to
live where Sherokee lives. Sorry Sherokee, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know how to spell your name, or Shailee's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School lunch is so sick-o, I only drink my water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat my veggie and fruit, and maybe some fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't worry, I stuff my face once I get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home. Someone asked me if I was going anerexic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause I wasn't eating enough. What? Do I look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anorexic? So, besides my crappy locker, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a crappy lunch, I like school. Ask me questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saichien
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Konnichiha   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Sorry I haven't updated in nearly 4 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia's B'day was the 15, and Noah's was the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th. Not long after celebrating Noah's b'day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Nanjo's came, we danced OkGo, and we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drove to the airport, where we got in a metal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tube, got off, and were in a completely different &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;country where it was still the 17th, and drove &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to our new home. Weird. There was a work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;party at my grandparents house(AKA Our house), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we saw my mom's side of the family. There&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was no one my age. That next week was rather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dull. I was living with people who had an age &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;range of preschoolers, Kindergarteners, middle-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aged, and elderly folks. So, since I was bored &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out of my mind, I decided to go to school. I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planning to just start in August with the new &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school year. OMG! I'm going to be in High School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only had homework twice this week. In &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japan you have homework everyday. If you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't have an assignment, they create one for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you. I have 8 periods yet I get out at 2:45. In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Japan, I get out at 3:00 when I had 5 periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we only have 1 recess, and our breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are only 5 minutes long.  In Japan there's 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recesss', and 10 minute breaks. In my next &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;posting I'll tell you about my classes, and teachers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and funny happenings. TTFN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 
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Jumbo!&lt;br&gt;
On Thursday we went to Ikspiari with Maika
&amp; Ribeka. we went to Missha first, and I was
having really bad blackheads that day, so I
thought I could try putting some of the sample
makeup on to cover it up. But it wasn't working,
so I grabbed a cotton ball, and put some 'Clear
Refreshing Water' on it. It was sitting by the cotton
balls, so I guessed it was for taking tester makeup
off with. It made my skin feel really shuppa-shuppa
(Urara!). And when I got home, my nose was (almost)
healed! So I'm going to Ikspiari with Lexi tomorrow,
when she goes modeling, to see if I can buy some.
after that, we went to Claires, Lush, the dress store,
and maybe a couple others. aren't you proud of me?
I didn't buy a single thing! And, I found out yesterday
that the American Eagle stores are updated the day
I fly into America! OMG! I really need to go to PayLess.
I have no summer shoes. Church, or casual. I got
blisters when I wore last years church shoes to the
temple. We've been seeing the Nanjos too much lately!
(In a good way!) We saw them at YC, April 1st, the
3rd, the 5th, the 6th, 7th, and 8th, then again yesterday.
We'll see them at Seminary this Saturday, at church the
next day, and, they're skipping school to see us of at the
airport. Yea! I gotta do my school work now. Peace out.
&lt;br&gt;Adios!
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Yay! Yesterday we went to Nakano, and played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the Youth from the stake. We played Signs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sardines, Wink Killer, Nanndemo Basket, Missionary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag, and danced Ok Go!. It was fun!!!! And, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we saw Elder Judd for the last time. I'm going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to miss everyone! Everyone who was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signed a good-bye-message on a good-bye-card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially liked the Kusume boys', and Nanjo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;messages, and I will keep on loving them Always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Forever! Chiba-kun, Shunnichirou, Yuuichirou, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuuki,Yoshiaki, Yoshuya, Mana, Maika, Ribeka, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobuaki,Lexi, Tashi, Yuuji, Kouji, Tomonori, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ari, and Ayumi went. That's 17 people. But, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only Kasai ward can come to the temple on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday. Why can no one come? On the way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home, we stopped at Gap, and got some cute, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new dresses for Gracie(just in case you don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know, this is the baby's name-to-be). Her first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;name is going to be either Felicity, or Suzzana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless they come up with something else. But, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's going to go by her middle name Grace. And, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her last name will be Stout. I picked that one out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had lots of songs stuck in my head lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new ones, old ones, classics, classical ones, Pirates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the Caribbean ones. Pirates 3 is coming out in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little more than a month. Yay everyone! I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must go now, good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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I can't believe how many garbage bags full of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things we have gotten rid of, but how much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff we still have. It's like, we get rid of things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but more keep appearing, so no change happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kind of annoying, and somewhat disturbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day of Youth Conference was fun! (that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I participated for). I didn't get to dance with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomonori, but I'm ok. Hmm, I have nothing to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Church was fun. Next week we'll be going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Koiwa building for General Conference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the week after that will be me, Mom, Mia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Noah's last week at Kasai. We're planning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on going to the temple to do baptisms on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, and the Nanjos will come home with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us to sleep over, and we'll party all night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dancing, playing Uno, and watching movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! And in the afternoon, we'll go to semonary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together! I'm not sure if Anna &amp; Erika are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming. Anna wasn't making sense. ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe we've decided we're leaving on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th. Noah, &amp; Austin Rodenberg, &amp; Asami, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yamagata &amp; Nick DeMann's b-days. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia's is on the 15. Easter! She was born &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Easter.  I found out where the 'crap' comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from yesterday. It was kind of weird. It comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the last name 'Crapper', who the first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toilets were named after. Wonderful thing to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be named after. "Lucky..."
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Our American Eagle order &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; came today!
I got this darling 'graphic T'. Isn't it darling?
It's a bit see-thru though, so I'll have to wear
something under it. But it's still cute. 
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcJiJrqI8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rEpsj3g6yKA/s1600-h/myshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046012389811168194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcJiJrqI8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/rEpsj3g6yKA/s320/myshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
 Spring vacation today! But I still have to do
school work, because I was sick Thursday,
Friday, Saturday. We've all had it throughout
the week. It consists of a runny-nose, achy
muscles, coughes,  sore throat &amp; lungs from
the cough, head aches causing eyes to hurt,
and fevers. scary I tell you. Mia &amp;amp; Noah still
havefevers. And, today is Noah's interview for
his visa. If this goes good, we can move back in
mid-April. (AKA: around Mia &amp; Noah's B'days)
This is probably why I had the dream that I
mentioned in the previous posting. Everyone
who's been saying they'll come visit us for years
but haven't, you gotta come within the next couple 
weeks. From Wednesday, we've doing deep
cleaning around the house, and we've thrown
7 garbage bags full of things away, and given
13 away. and we're putting out some magazines
right now to recycle, and there's still more to
get rid of. And I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; looking forward to the
game closet whew!
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcIAJrqI2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NWfKYu47ao/s1600-h/Iloveflipflops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046010706183988066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcIAJrqI2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_NWfKYu47ao/s320/Iloveflipflops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcIAZrqI4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/YaVpKIYdBxA/s1600-h/greenshoes.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046010710478955394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcIAZrqI4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/YaVpKIYdBxA/s320/greenshoes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcIAprqI5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/j7BDIP_DplY/s1600-h/brownshoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046010714773922706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcIAprqI5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/j7BDIP_DplY/s320/brownshoes.bmp" 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/32749702-3598009603896740453?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/3598009603896740453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=3598009603896740453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/3598009603896740453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/3598009603896740453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/03/series-of-fortunate-somewhat.html' title='&apos;A series of fortunate, &amp; somewhat unfortunate events&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RgcJiJrqI7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/CeKtDL_c-X0/s72-c/polos.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-6203148260727273426</id><published>2007-03-19T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:47:09.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weeks'/><title type='text'>'While I was sleeping'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8ng5rqIyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N0tkOR-DyQc/s1600-h/Sydny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043793553871479586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8ng5rqIyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N0tkOR-DyQc/s320/Sydny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8nhJrqIzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NX6s5P9PpXM/s1600-h/Russia.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043793558166446898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8nhJrqIzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NX6s5P9PpXM/s320/Russia.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lz38NBLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-DS6BL1aRj0/s1600-h/NewZealand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043791680798262450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lz38NBLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-DS6BL1aRj0/s320/NewZealand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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I had a weird dream that Our whole family was
going to the US for only one day just for Mia's
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt;. If that were only so... While I was uploading
the icons for this post, Mia looked out the window,
and started getting mad at our cat Pippin. So I
asked her why she was scolding him, and she said
that "Pippin is eating himself! He's licking his leg!"
When I was refilling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kerosene&lt;/span&gt; tank for our
heater, I threw one of my mom's jackets on, since
it was right there. Noah was beside me putting his
coat on before we went outside. Noah suddenly
realised that I was wearing a jacket. He got all
excited and started patting ny stomach as though
he thought since &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had Mom's coat on, maybe &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;
had a baby in my tum. I had to take him on the
train to meet my dad to get medical check-ups
for his Visa. He was very cute until we had to go
home. It was right when he was supposed to be
taking his nap, so he didn't feel like he should have
to walk, and I should have to carry my bag, the diaper
bag-full of stuff for &lt;em&gt;him-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt; Noah. We had a big fight
when we were almost home, and he was crying 'cause I
wouldn't carry him. I finally had to throw one of the
bags down, pick him up, and get the bag later. People
I knew where looking and everything. And now, I have
change an extremely stinky diaper because it made
Mom throw up. At least he called me nice afterwards. On
Saturday we had a before-Youth-Conference-meeting.
It was so boring. The leaders planned it, and made us
play this 'game' that adults like to enforce apon children
at school &amp; church even though no one likes it.
Everyone has to go aroundd introducing themselves
to eachother, and make notes on a piece of paper. This
time, there was 16 squares, and the leaders would draw
a name, and if you had written that person down, you
mark it. So it was bingo. If you got a bingo you earned
your group for Y.C. points, and since our group only had
3 people(everyone else left), we didn't get ANY points.
People made fun of us. Is it some kind of curse I have to
never end up in the group with the energetic, talkative,
fun people? They always seem to be grouped together.
Are the leaders plotting against us? What has become of
the Youth? it's turned into the leadersdo what they want.
They plan what activities they want, when they want. And,
the Youth go alongwith it. If I make a suggestion, I'm always
outvoted. The leaders only ask "what;s in it for us?" They
come to the pilaties activity they planned, but when it comes
to Y.C., they make the parents drive. And they force the
parents into it weeks in advance, asking you over, and over
if you'll go, till you finally say yes. Once again I say "What has
become of the youth?" Enough depressing talk. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8zpZrqI1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pOgvdJ-QRuc/s1600-h/sakura.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043806894039901010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8zpZrqI1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pOgvdJ-QRuc/s320/sakura.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sakura are starting to bloom. Only the white ones. I picked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one off, and plan to press it in rememberence as the first sakura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the year.
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lz38NBJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UilIGUVqr7E/s1600-h/Scotland.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043791680798262418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lz38NBJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UilIGUVqr7E/s320/Scotland.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lzn8NBII/AAAAAAAAAEU/WzkAxZh1lII/s1600-h/Toronto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043791676503295106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lzn8NBII/AAAAAAAAAEU/WzkAxZh1lII/s320/Toronto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8nhJrqI0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OTtTGgpak_I/s1600-h/italy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043793558166446914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8nhJrqI0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OTtTGgpak_I/s320/italy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lz38NBKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ddjPZuupZa4/s1600-h/Finland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043791680798262434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8lz38NBKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ddjPZuupZa4/s320/Finland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8l0H8NBMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Qt9ybX93Khg/s1600-h/Ireland.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043791685093229762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8l0H8NBMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Qt9ybX93Khg/s320/Ireland.gif" 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/32749702-6203148260727273426?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/6203148260727273426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=6203148260727273426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/6203148260727273426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/6203148260727273426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2007/03/while-i-was-sleeping.html' title='&apos;While I was sleeping&apos;'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/Rf8ng5rqIyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/N0tkOR-DyQc/s72-c/Sydny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-5124687224306584891</id><published>2007-03-11T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:47:10.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><title type='text'>'Oops I did it again'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPc4X8NBHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u3pM_8nXAq0/s1600-h/beFree.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615269015028850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPc4X8NBHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u3pM_8nXAq0/s320/beFree.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcu38NBCI/AAAAAAAAADk/mltFhqyVK1k/s1600-h/BFF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615105806271522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcu38NBCI/AAAAAAAAADk/mltFhqyVK1k/s320/BFF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvH8NBDI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ayp4WIIDyKY/s1600-h/forbiddenLove.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615110101238834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvH8NBDI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ayp4WIIDyKY/s320/forbiddenLove.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I ate too much sugar, and my stomach is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regreting it. Our kind bishop went to Cozy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corner and got us cakes for White Day. This &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the first time the men of Kasai returned &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentines treats to the women. There were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheese cakes, chocolate cakes, cream puffs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;custard tarts, ann tarts, crepes, swiss rolls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and eclaires. OMG! And then, Daddy gave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us each a Tolberone bar. yay! I got my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal Progress completion certificate in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sacrament meeting! I'm finally done! When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got home, we got to eat my daddy's chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soup for lunch. After reading, sewing, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sudokuing, Noah helped me make peach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cobbler. He's turning into quite a cook. He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knows each cooking utensile-ware, and can tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the difference between pies, cakes, cookies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muffins, and cobler. After it had cooked and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooled Noah helped me, yet again, to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ice cream. It was quite yummy. I found my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;five year old camera the other day, and have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been trying to download pictures, but my hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work has so far been in vain. I'm gonna try on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a different computer, so we'll see how that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;works.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

 &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvX8NBFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7aN3-icnp_w/s1600-h/beautyofcreation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615114396206162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvX8NBFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7aN3-icnp_w/s320/beautyofcreation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvX8NBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2UFeTPgJCdU/s1600-h/beauty.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615114396206178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvX8NBGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2UFeTPgJCdU/s320/beauty.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvX8NBEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JWxl6Mc9xg8/s1600-h/loveman.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040615114396206146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40O8pk4FF0w/RfPcvX8NBEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JWxl6Mc9xg8/s320/loveman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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Em is here! and, we've been eating junk food
everyday! Scary!....Couple days later, Em is
gone, and I'm going on a diet! Not. I resolved
things with my misguided YW leaders, and I
don't have to do my Personal Progress over
again. Yea me! I just have to write my testimony,
and Bishop Kawaminami will give me my
certificate thingy next Sunday! Yea! Me, Lexi,
and Pops are going to immogrations in 2 minutes.
Gotta go.
&lt;br&gt;
5 hours later...
We had a wonderful fieldtrip today. We took
the train Kamamatsucho during rush hour.
And got to breath in toxic fumes while gazing
the beautiful scenery of buildings that looked
like they somehow survived the WWII
bombing. Then we waited for about an hour
or so till it was our turn to go to the counter.
Daddy bought us Fanta &amp; Pockys. Yea Daddy.
I have a strange rash on my face, so I put
calendula on it this morning. The walk back
to the station was super windy, and dirt kept
hitting my face. It hurt. When me &amp;amp; lex got
on the train, she looked closely at me and
said "What happened to your face? There's
little black things all over it". I looked at
my face in the mirror, and I had specks of
dirt all over my face! I couldn't get them all off!
Not to mention the wind had blown my hair
everywhere!
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Hello folks, and Happy Valentines Day to
peoples in America, and belated Happy V-Day
to those in Japan. Last night, instead of our
parents going on a romantical date, they stayed
home, and the 4 'big' people partyed with
chocolate fondue, apple pie, cheese cake,
cinnamon crisps, and Cheaper by The Dozen 2.
Yes, we hadn't seen it til now. Mom got
Dominos pizza for dinner. How surprising &amp;amp;
mezurashii. Since there'ss Parent Teacher
Conference, Mia's been getting out at 2:00
the past 3 days. Around noon today, Sister
Kawaminami just said "ojamashimasu!" and
walked in to our house. It was for a good deed,
she was giving us some gyouza that she had
made at Enrichment Mtg. to celebrate the
Chinese New Year, and Mom hadn't been able
to go yesterday, because she wasn't feeling well,
but it was still really weird. It's not the first time
it's happened though. I'm going over to the
Welch's soon to babysit because S. Welch is
going to school to watch her daughter study.
I need moola so I agreed. I bought some cute
pants off of American Eagle, and and I owe
Mom 3, 791 yen. I was $31.27, but with exchage
rate, it's more expensive. When I checked today
it was higher. It was sent to Em, and she'll
bring it with her when she comes on Monday hopefully.
I haven't mentioned them to her yet.
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&lt;em&gt;I am a " winter person"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I own over 10 pairs of shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite color is something dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite show is on MTV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am currently in high school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have my drivers license&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have at least one ' x ' in my screen name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to straighten my hair every day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to go shopping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I own over 20 disney movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spend over an hour in the morning getting ready&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've seen a live play before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been to a concert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've read all the Harry Potter books&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've seen all Lord of the Rings movies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like watching non-fiction movies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think golf is the wussiest sport&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like getting comments on my xanga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't missed an episode of The O.C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have at least 3 siblings, not including myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a job&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have owned over 50 Beanie Babies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was more of a Barbie child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born in the month of September, or later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've lived in over 5 houses during my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born somewhere outside of the United States&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sleep with a stuffed animal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I own a cell phone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have my own computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I collect something rather out of the ordinary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love someone outside my family - MAIKA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I own tickets to some kind of seasonal event (sports, etc.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surveys really do cure my boredom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate when people misspell things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a health freak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love taking pictures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love eating&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have more than 5 posters on my walls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like playing board games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I play basketball or softball or baseball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I play hockey or football&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I play no sports&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Math is my worst subject&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been baptized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like water more than pop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm obsessed with my mirror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Laguna Beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd rather watch the Real World or Road Rules&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I browse Xanga when I'm bored&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I love Oreos&lt;/em&gt;
I am a dork&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have 3 pets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I overuse the word like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss the backstreetboys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I was still 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a boyfriend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am single&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never made out with&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never broke anything on my body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't take crap from people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to take pictures&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been to a concert&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a name with 11 letters in it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a nickname that begins with the letter K&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watch Mad Tv&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no bedtime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have 7 phones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have 3 computers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to wear spikes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like to sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favorite color is yellow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am origional&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to chew ABC gum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can dance as good as spiderman can fly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spell you "yoOh"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am polish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I consider myself good looking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read at least 20 books a year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to blare music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have more than 2 cell phones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never flunked a grade before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the smell of permanent marker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am scared of the dark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have had 10 or more detentions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a crush on the Math teacher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I.Q. is 120 or higher&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't label people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go to church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would rather burn than drown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would rather drown than burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read the book Computers for Dummies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't like country music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cried to the "Concrete Angel" music video&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wear orange eyeshadow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have blue lipstick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have more than 20 purses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the snow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walk in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could never hurt anyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
I have 7 screen names

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&lt;br&gt;I'm not sure what went wrong with that posting
down there. The words  disappeared, so I
deleted the posting, but it still appeared there.
Weird. Did you know that coming back into The
States from Central, and South America you'll
be needing a passport from now on. Scary.
Our dad registered us for EFY at BYU for the
end of July, early August. We might not get
in because our parents registered us on the
last day possible, while we were sleeping.
They woke me up to me ask for my social
security number. That would be fun if we
could go. I wish Maika could go. Our parents
are going on vacation just the 2 of them for
the first time in 13 years. They're going to
Guam in exactly 1 week. Our Auntie Em
is coming on Monday to babysit us. Can't wait.
&lt;br&gt;

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As Lexi told you, we went to see Eragon on
Friday. I really liked it. Maika wants to see
it with us on Wednesday(Ladies day), but
I have no money! I only have $60 people!
Happy Birthday Bradey. It's Bradey's birthday
today or tomorrow depending on where you
are. Have a great B'day! Instead of mutual
on Thursday, we're doing baptisms for the
dead on Friday. Me, Lexi and Anna are going
early to eat at Baskin Robins, and help Anna
with her Personal Progress. I'm almost done
with mine! I'm trying to finish it before my
birthday. We're going to the Tokyo Quilt Show
on Saturday! Lexi and I didn't enter anything,
and my mom's didn't get excepted. but, we
can shop for fabric, and other quilting do-dads.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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Mia went back to school today! Hallejuyah!
I can do my school work in quietness now!
I went over to the Free's house yesterday to
play. They each had a friend over, and I was
Anna's friend. Erika had a girl from school
named Ella over, who's from England. Kent's
friend was Japanese, but goes to K International
School too, and can speak English. This morning,
when I was telling Noah he couldn't do something,
he asked me "Why not?" I didn't even know
he could say that! And 2 days ago, when I
was to pointing to letters, and asking him
what they were, he knew them all from O~Y.
He could even pronounce W. Sudden intelligence.
He's a cute little monster. I'm felling very
overwhelmed. I want to finish my Personal
Progress by my birthday, I need to finish
2 lessons of school work by the end of the
month(including 6 hours of service), hopefully
be able to take my 4 exams this month,plus
make time for working on my quilt, reading,
and my other hobbies. Mia's calling... goodbye.


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We took our Christmas decorations down
today. I really want to go somewhere today
with some people besides my family, but
everyone's in a different country, or they're
busy celebrating New Years. I got the test
scores for the finals test I took the other week,
and I got an A-, and an A- over all in Eastern
Civilizations. Yea me! I've been doing lots of
sudoku and kakuro lately. Do you like sudoku?
I like sudoku. I don't like kakuro, I have to
keep taking occasional peeks at the answers.
I'm naughty. Tonight's gonna be a full moon!
Throw a party! People are leaving me to go
shopping! Abandonment and woe. Surprised
the store's open..I'm gonna go do some more sudoku.



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You probably saw pictures of our Christmas
morning on Lexi's blog. At 12:30 I went to
babysit the Miura kids, because S. Miura
was having her sesection(spell?). We played
outside with a ball, went inside and played
Cheat, old maid, and old gramps. We played
hide-and-go-seek around their house, but
that became tiring, so we played tag outside,
and seeing Shou-shou's friends playing dodgeball,
we decided to join them.(Sarasa(girl) is 10, and
Shoushou(boy) (aka Shoutarou) is 8). Sadly,
I looked like a pathetic looser, embarsing
Shou-shou, because I just couldn't catch the
ball! No matter how hard I tried. Then
Shou-shou accidently hit me in the face. It
took a while for it to stop stinging. The baby
was successfully born at 2:?? pm. They were
able to go see him at the hospital at 4pm,
after washing their hands, faces, and changed
their clothes. They named him Hiroki after
B. Miura.
The past couple days we've been playing
lots of games we got for Christmas, such as,
Battleship(Pirates of the Caribbean version!!),
Mastermind(Don't play it with my mom!),
Imagine iff, Risk, and Noah's tacoyaki game.
On New Years Eve, we got home early from
church(which Lexi and Mom didn't attend),
we played lots of games with Mia and Noah,
had a traditional cheese fondue dinner, sent
Mia and Noah to bed, played Mastermind
with mom, played Risk with Mom and Dad,
Imagine iff with Mom and Lexi, watched a
count down on Disney Channel, watched the
Disney Land fireworks, talked with Mom,
Dad, and Lexi for a bit, got ready for bed,
and went to bed quite content. I woke up
at 10:20 and corn flakes for breakfast. I
took Mia and Noah to the park for about an
hour, came home, ate ramen for lunch, and
while my parents went on a date to Monsoon
Cafe for lunch, Lexi and I watched a movie on
Disney Channel. When they came home, we
we watched Praise to The Man but Noah
wouldn't let me watch the touching end,
because he kept asking for candy canes. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/3584/1600/41580/candyCanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/3584/320/809590/candyCanes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Annoying! I made mochi treats(yum yum)
for dinner tonight, so we had a true Japanese New
Years, and Daddy made apple crisp for
desert, even though we don't need anymore
deserts. haha

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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/3584/1600/529653/banana.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3300/3584/320/336782/banana.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School's out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yea! I finished just&lt;/span&gt;
a little while ago. Lexi finished last Thursday.
It's the eve, of the eve, of Christmas Eve
people! Celebrate! Nothing going on tomorrow,
but Sunday is Kousuke's baptism. yes! His
dad finally said yes! He can come to activities
now, so long as he keeps his grades up.
So while Lexi and I are at the baptism,
our other family members will be preparing
for Christmas Eve, then we come home, do
stuff, go to bed, wake up, and open presents.
yipee! On the second, I'll most likely go back
to my school work... I've finished 2 and a half
credits, and have 3 and a half more. No!!!!!!!
I don't know what 7 other lessons to take.


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My mom shut the shutters in my room
tight, so I slept in. I woke up an hour ago, it's
8:45, and Mia's still not awake. I have to do
Pre-algebra today! Ohhh. I don't like my teacher.
He doesn't do a good job of explaining things.
I still need to buy my mom's Christmas present.
Besides Noah, who's will arrive tomorrow, I
have everyones wrapped. Yay me! Oh darn
it we didn't get the garbage out. We may survive.
Mia just woke up. Oh, no! I think she's staying
home! Wait, there's a Christmas party... ooh, no,
She won't make up her mind. Yes! She's going!
sorry, little mix up back there. I can still study
is screaming in the back round, but I don't know
what it is, I can't stand it when Mia is screaming.
I can't concentrate. It's the way she screams,
or the pitch she screams at, I just can't stand it,
sadly. Especially when I have to do algebra.
I only have today, West Civ. tomorrow, algebra
on Friday, and I'm done! I can have Chrismas
vacation. 

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  Nothing out of the ordinary happened today
except I deepcleaned all the toys out of my room.
There's someting I need to say that I'm very
mad about. You might be ooh-ahing over some
pictures Lexi posted on her blog yesterday. I
took those pictures when I played outside with
Mia and Noah the day before while Lexi was
working on her xanga site. I meant to post
them on my blog, but before I could get around
to it, Lexi took them from me without asking, and
posted them, and won't even say sorry, or why
she took them without asking. Very, very rude.





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&lt;BR&gt; We might put up our Christmas tree today or tomorrow. I'm so gonna fail Chinese! I can't stand it!  Mia's little Christmas shows are driving me crazy! I like Pingu, but Barnie, Bob the Builder, Rubba-Dubbas, Angelina Ballerina I can't stand. I get to listen to Barnie right now. I'm so lucky. I'm tired my dad didn't let me sleep-in today. It's Saturday! Mia and Noah came and jumped on my bed, yelled, and turned the light on, and off.


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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so bored! I want Mia and Noah to hurry&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;back! But, I can't go meet them at the airport&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because I have my singing lesson just as we &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;need to leave. So I'm gonna spend the time &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cleaning the house. My dad says we probably &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;couldn't fit everyone in the car anyhoo. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't you love making up your own words and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your own spelling? I love to. It's so fun. I want &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to be like Yuli. She has a good attitude about &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything, she's fun, she's very very thoughtful,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and she's really really kind. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've turned into a slob. Oh no! I was being &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;really good around the time Nat and Jason&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;were here, but then I saw my Halloween&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;candy thrown into a corner,(&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know the rest&lt;/span&gt;)and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Thankgiving&lt;/span&gt;! Bad! I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;



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I sent in my Lesson 3 writing Portfolio, and
am almost done with Lesson 6 Writing Portfolio.
Then I'll be done! After that I just have to take
the final exam, and finish pre-algerbra and
West civ. during December, then I'll have the
rest of December off! Yea me!!!!
Our Thanksgiving dinner without mom went
pretty well if you forget about the chunky
gravey, pumpkin pie without evaporated milk,
and the rolls that did not rise. We still had a
happy turkey day. If you go on Lexi's blog,
she has a picture of our dinner. She'll also
appreciate comments.
Young Women's in excellence is tomorrow,
and we just planned what we're gonna do on
Sunday. I'm still not exactly sure what's
happening.
Come home mommy! We miss you!!!!!!
And I want to squish my mi-mins, and No-bins.
Only 4 more days! We can make it!I wonder
if Noah's cheek has healed. Noah can speak
English now! When we talk to him on the phone,
he can tell us what's going on, and he says
Tashi instead of Asi. Lexi's name was Ai. You
could barely tell the difference. We're going
to Disney Sea soon. Bye-bye!!!


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I haven't been able to post for a while. Aaarrrggggh.
Something went wrong with the computer.
I've been having a hard time typing today!
Let's see, updates, updates, you probably know
we're missing half the family. Natalie &amp; Jason
are coming to visit from the 11th-19th.
I wonder who's gonna watch their kids.
They've been saying they'd come for the
past 10 years! My dad talked them into
coming after implying that they were scared.
I'm so happy! Visitors! And, Mia &amp;amp; Noah
won't be here to cause chaos! Although,
I'm in charge of meals, I don't know
what to make! Oh, dear.
Lexi's in charge of laundry, and she was
drying some towels in the dryer this morning,
and they weren't dry enough, so she ran
the cycle again, and when they came out,
it was like a sauna! steam everywhere!
she had me go hang the mup to dry, but
they were burning hot, soaking wet, slimey,
and smelt weird. And then, when I was
making myself a...thingy for lunch, with
melted cheese and salsa cooked in a tortilla,
the salsa kept dripping onto my pants
through invisible hole in the tortilla. And I
have to go out of the house today too! To
take halloween cookies to the Miuras and
Kawaminamis. We took some to the Nanjos,
Murakamis, and Ochiais yesterday. I made
a masterpeice! I made a Napoleon Dynamite
cookie! I cut out a gingerbread man, made
his hair with orange frosting and butterscotch
chips, gave him moonboots with chocolate
chips, and in green frosting wrote Vote For
Pedro with a toothpick. It took 20 minutes!
We gave it to the Nanjos. I really wanted to
take a picture, but gosh darn it! Mom took
the camera! I also made mummies, skeletons,
pumpkins, and spider webs.
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Mia has an Undoukai tomorrow, but
it might get rained out. After her undoukai,
I'm going to Emi's house to sleep over through
to Sunday, and watch General Conference at
the 3rd ward building. Lexi doesn't feel good,
so she doesn't want to go over there, and Emi
doesn't feel ggod, so she doesn't want to come
here. So I, alone will go, and probably meet
up with Emi at Nakameguro. I don't know how,
or when I'm getting home though. Ahhhhhhh!!
Henceforth the cute icons, Summer is officialy
over. It's been raining the past 3 days or so,
and my toes are freezing!! And over the past
few days, I've found that my body's &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;crooked&lt;/span&gt;!!
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!
When I run I flail my arms, when I breath, my
left shoulder will stay down, but my right shoulder
will go up!!!! Lexi laughs at me!! Cruel!!!
But last night at mutual, Maika and Mana said
they're totaly crooked too. Halelujah!

At mutual there were no leaders there, so
we did little crafts for a while, then danced HSM!
Then we just sat down and chatted about life, funny
experiences, things we should do together, and the like.
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My dad's leaving on a buisiness trip today. he's going out the door as I speak.
Lookey lookey!
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Saturday, I babysat from 9:30~&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3:30 so my parents could go to a "Energy&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doctor", and Lexi to Maika &amp; Mana's &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school festival. At 5:00~ is the Relief Society&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;satalite thingy, and our friend Emi who lives &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;near the church building they're showing it&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at, really wanted us to come so we could &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see eachother. That means we have to leave  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a little before 4:00. Then Lexi calls us at 3:30&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;asking if she could take purikura with Maika.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where has she been all this time?! We tell &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her to hurry home as fast as she can. At 4:45&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me and my mom run into her on the way &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the station. We got there at 6:00. We talk&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talk TALKed with Emi. And NoBoDy recognized&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;us!(Those from the English wards) We saw Elder&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wood, and Sister Hing! Now Emi wants to have &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a sleepover throughout all next weekend! The problem&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is, is that we have a stake Youth activity on Monday, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that we most definitely NEED to go to. And &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's General Conference weekend, and Mia's &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Undokai on Saturday! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lexi caught a cold, so she didn't go to&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;church yesterday. She missed alot! Atsushi &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had us do a disscusion for the first time in&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday school, Anna didn't critisize &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about me, AND...............................................&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have a new Young Women!!!!! An exchange&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;student from Las Vegas. Harmony La....... I forgot&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her last name. she staying is NakaKasai, and &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;though she might not be able to come every &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;week, that's still good!!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/friendship.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/friendship.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/friends.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/friends.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/JustBYourself.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/JustBYourself.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115976417569964850?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115976417569964850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115976417569964850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115976417569964850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115976417569964850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115951302197336729</id><published>2006-09-29T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:57:01.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/froggy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/froggy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/ai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/ai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/cheesey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/cheesey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

We went to the temple testerday night.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;
The brother who performed the baptisms did
it different than usual. He'd hold you under
forever&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;, then when he'd pull you back up, he'd
throw you! I tripped all 20 times! I kept
loosing my footing! Before we went in the temple,
we all ate ice cream at Baskin Robins&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt; Lexi got
"Cinnamon Roll...something"(In the words of lexi)
I got Suprise MintNight, Maika got "Caramel
Ribbon something, what she always gets"
(Lexi again) While Chiba-kun, Shunichirou &amp;
Yuuichirou shared a smoothie to save money.
Afterwards, when we were walking to the station,
he stopped at McD's to get some dinner(a little late).
And while we were on the train, he said "I hate
when I only eat a little, but it's only because
&lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; eat any more. I only ate 3 burgers. You know
what I mean Yuuichirou?"(Yuuichirou agrees) "What!
2 is &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt;!"(Says Maika) "Really?! I usually eat 8
(Says Chiba) But keep in mind that a McDonalds
hamburger in Japan is 1.5 times smaller than in America.

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/buttons.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/buttons.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/icecream.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/icecream.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/coco.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/32749702-115951302197336729?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115951302197336729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115951302197336729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115951302197336729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115951302197336729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/baptisms.html' title='Baptisms'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115933466278188693</id><published>2006-09-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:36:41.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missionary &amp; Youth Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/clothes4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/clothes4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/clothes2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/clothes2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/clothes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/clothes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/comments.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/comments.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/clothes3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/clothes3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This posting's a little late, but here's what we did at Missionary and Youth evening. There were like, 5 new Elders! The Adachi Elders gave a lesson on testimonies, the sisters taught everyone the activity called Chain Murder. Sounds creepy, but it's way funny! (Elder Judd!!!!) 3 people leave the room. While they're absent, the rest of the group decide &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;. The scene of the crime(where it happened) &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. The occupation of the murderer &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. The weapon used. Some one is chosen to act these out(ex. Mr. Noah) Then, No. 1 returns to the room. Mr. Noah must act these 3 things out to No. 1 &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; using words. If No.1 thinks he understands what is being acted out to him, he touches his nose. Once he thinks he knows them all, No. 2 comes in, and he must once again act it out to her without words. She does the same to No. 3. Then No. 3 announces what he thinks the 3 things are. Then they all see if anything went wrong, and if so, where. And you just keep playing more rounds. Ours ended up very strange.(our Elders are weird!) It's fun! Then, we ate snacks and departed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115933466278188693?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115933466278188693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115933466278188693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115933466278188693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115933466278188693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/missionary-youth-evening.html' title='Missionary &amp; Youth Evening'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115855562440445532</id><published>2006-09-17T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:35:03.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Telegram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/HPIM8018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/HPIM8018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It a super fun game! Each person receives a piece of paper. at the top you write a sentence! Don't show it to othwer players! Pass your paper to the person next to you(1). Receive the the person's paper from the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; side of you(2). draw a picture explaining the sentance. Fold down the sentance so you can only see the picture. give it to (1). Receive another paper from (2). Write a sentance on &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;. Keep this going until there's no space left. There kinda has to be at least 4 people, so you loose track of who's is who's. Remember the weirder the better! Here's some of our funniest ones: "A quilt is a wonderful kind of thing, so lift up your voice and sing! (picture) Granny sings with joy becausr she drew scribbles on the checkers board. (picture) Elderly woman hobbles while humming a tune because of some messy patchwork. (picture) Feeble grandma mistakes a stained glass window for sheet music so she atarts to sing. (picture) Wobbly Grandma turns a stained glas window into sheet music &amp; performs a solo." "'What do we live for, but to make sport for our neighbors, and laugh at them in our turn'(Pride and Prejudice) (picture) Two couples, each living in destitute circumstances, laugh at each other's misfortune. (picture) G'ma &amp;amp; G'pa angrily scowl at young lively children while saying hahaha (picture) Grumpy old people laugh at spritely children's antics. (picture) Old gramie &amp; Grampie extend arms out to buch-toothed infant with 1 curl on top." "'It is a truth universally aknowledged, that a single man in possesion of a good fortune, must be in wanr of a wife'(Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice). (picture) A young man daydreams of a bride. (picture) Bob wants to go to Vietnam because the woman have no hands and have chicken feet. (picture) A young man sails a paper sail boat across a pond, which is discovered by a young woman, promting her knee to break and she grows chicken feet." Here's some funny quotes from some because we couldn't have words in the pictures: "Clown man sweats all the facial features off his face so a sign swears at him" "raggedy Anne does her fraction division math without numbers" "Super Vampire cat, clad only in a shirt, spews profanity as he flies thru the night sky" Lovely huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115855562440445532?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115855562440445532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115855562440445532&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115855562440445532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115855562440445532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/telegram.html' title='Telegram'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115855355771958877</id><published>2006-09-17T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:25:57.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia's Undokai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/HPIM8012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/HPIM8012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/January.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/January.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To:Those born in January&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Sleeves.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Sleeves.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/PeaceOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/PeaceOut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To: The Nanjo sisters&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Made%20in%20China.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Made%20in%20China.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To:Those who want it&lt;BR&gt;&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/32749702-115815649416531300?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115815649416531300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115815649416531300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115815649416531300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115815649416531300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/to.html' title='To...'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115803423755523190</id><published>2006-09-11T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:33:45.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/peatunbutter.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/peatunbutter.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Yahoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Yahoo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Japan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Japan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/McD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/McD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/amazon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/amazon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My dad's off to the phillipines, and we're having a girl's week complete with chick-flicks. Fun fun! Especially since my dad thinks almost evrey movie
is a chick-flick. His theory: Does have yearning?(Yes) does it have car chases? (No) okay, it's a chick-flick.
This afternoon we watched The Glenn Miller Story, and I liked it very much. I really like the music. i love stuff from that era.
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Piglet.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Piglet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/America.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/America.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Gap.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Gap.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Ebay.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Ebay.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/7up.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/7up.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;









&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115803423755523190?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115803423755523190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115803423755523190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115803423755523190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115803423755523190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/girls-week.html' title='Girls week'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115778965718285840</id><published>2006-09-09T02:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:14:17.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia&amp;Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/I%20love%20you.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/400/I%20love%20you.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Noah%20in%20Mia"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/400/Noah%20in%20Mia%27s%20skates%20HPIM7894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;: I fell...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/You"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/400/You%27re%20spraying%20me%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;:Lexi's spraying us!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/your%20sticker%20fell%20off.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/400/your%20sticker%20fell%20off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mia&lt;/span&gt;:My sticker fell off
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/You%20sprayed%20their%20car!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/400/You%20sprayed%20their%20car%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;:Uh-oh   &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lexi&lt;/span&gt;:Noah! You sprayed the neat-freak neighbor's car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115778965718285840?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115778965718285840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115778965718285840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115778965718285840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115778965718285840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/mianoah.html' title='Mia&amp;Noah'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115761780847509207</id><published>2006-09-07T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:06:38.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting experience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/I"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/I%27mStrange.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/INeedAHug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/INeedAHug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/hearts-2.2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/hearts-2.2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Ican"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Ican%27ttakemyI%27s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Don"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Don%27t%20look%20back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and I had an interesting experience yesterday. We went to Disney Sea, and seeing as we don't want to pay the 2,000yen fee, we parked at a near by park for free. There just
so happened to be a guard there waiting for these kinds of things,
so he kept saying "Wait!". But when we'd turn around, he wouldn't
do anything, and look the other way and stuff, so we trudged on,
walking faster eventualy turning into a run, when we hear this
piercing whistle blowing. We turn around, and would believe it? He
was blowing it at us! Turning back to him, he just keeps saying "No.
Car." and the like. We'll ask him what he wants, but he just keeps
repeating it over and over again. Finally he says "You can't park here.
You were going to go to Disney Sea huh?" We say "How do you
know? You have no proof. " "But you were going to huh?" "But why
were you yelling at us back there?" " No I wasn't" Guy, how dumb
do you think we are? So, we walk off in the direction of the park,
and take a long-cut through the park, to Disney Sea. We get in line
for the new ride, which opened on sep. 4th to celebrate Disney Sea's
anneversary(and Gloria's birthday). After we waited in line for about
15minutes of the 70minute wait, my mom starts getting really worried
that the guard will give us a ticket or something. so we return to our
car, trying to avoid the guard, but when we look over there, he's trying
to avoid us! in a little boy type way, hiding bedhind pillars and the like,
but still trying to look at us, allowing us to see him. 
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Chidhood.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Chidhood.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/GoodMorning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/breath.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/breath.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/coolicon.4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/coolicon.3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/BadDay.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/BadDay.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115761780847509207?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115761780847509207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115761780847509207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115761780847509207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115761780847509207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting-experience.html' title='Interesting experience...'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115728418798719222</id><published>2006-09-03T06:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T06:49:47.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at Kasai Ward!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Like.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Like.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/haha.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/haha.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/BLAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/BLAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tashi's Sunday... Wake up at 7:55, take a shower, pack, get ready,.... go to church, go to sacrament meeting, look for hidden notes around the church that some Young Men from the stake had hid, go to Sunday school, remain in the same room; which is the bishop's office, for Young Womens(Now you know      how small our church is), wait&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Like,OMG.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Like%2COMG.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around with  Ribeka while our older    sisters are in seminary, almost starve, come home,  make dinner, eat dinner,(consisting of sour cream enchilada, Mexican rice, bakchoy(spell?), and nashi.Yummy!),         &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Oh,snap.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Oh%2Csnap.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hang around, eat brownies&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/HeckYes.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/HeckYes.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(our weekly tradition), and write onmy blog while Noah falls asleep.                         The End &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115728418798719222?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115728418798719222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115728418798719222&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115728418798719222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115728418798719222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/09/sunday-at-kasai-ward_03.html' title='Sunday at Kasai Ward!!!'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115689848400274417</id><published>2006-08-29T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:41:24.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's first flipflops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Noah"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Noah%27s%20flipflops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aren't they darling?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115689848400274417?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115689848400274417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115689848400274417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115689848400274417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115689848400274417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/08/noahs-first-flipflops.html' title='Noah&apos;s first flipflops'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115681900090056647</id><published>2006-08-28T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:36:40.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/wet%20noah%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/wet%20noah%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/tashi"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/tashi%27s%20head%20is%20cut%20off.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/wet%20noah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/wet%20noah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cute, wet Noah!&lt;/span&gt;
 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/noah%20with%20his%20soup.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/noah%20with%20his%20soup.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Eating Winter melon soup Tashi made for lunch after water fight! Yummy!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115681900090056647?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115681900090056647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115681900090056647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115681900090056647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115681900090056647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/08/water-fight.html' title='Water fight'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115659797891821308</id><published>2006-08-26T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:12:58.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes...</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;can't..."  "&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;hall we dance?"  "&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;irates!"  "&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hat was fun at camp?...uh, Everything!"  "&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;okyo Stake YW are so fun!"  "&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;essssssssssssssssssssssss"
"&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;w!"  "&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ou guys are so awesome!"  "&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;et's go torture Elder Judd"  "&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;eace Out"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115659797891821308?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115659797891821308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115659797891821308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115659797891821308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115659797891821308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/08/quotes.html' title='Quotes...'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115638199679887733</id><published>2006-08-23T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:13:16.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;hope the youth activity today wil be as fun as the last one! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll Youth! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he only leader there is only 19! &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32749702-115638199679887733?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115638199679887733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115638199679887733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115638199679887733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115638199679887733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun.html' title='Fun!'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115630724740978017</id><published>2006-08-22T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:42:56.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/heart-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/heart-5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/ILoveYou.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/ILoveYou.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Yesterday's funny quotes:
"&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;oman!!!" "&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd the bad guys are like..." "&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t's gonna make me have to pee!" "&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o. All I got was like, a big, fat maru on my paper." "&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;it by me...but I love you...even if I wasn't forced to be with you all day, I still would(Sister missionary)" "&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'m like, so freakin' grateful!"

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/FlipFlop.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/FlipFlop.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/heart-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/heart-4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/mentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/mentos.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/32749702-115630724740978017?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115630724740978017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115630724740978017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115630724740978017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115630724740978017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115630020855455671</id><published>2006-08-22T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:57:20.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/swordfight.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/swordfight.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/YouSmellFunny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/YouSmellFunny.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Chief.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Chief.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/sticks&amp;stones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/sticks%26stones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/smile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/smile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Sparrow!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Sparrow%21.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Crossingblades.2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Crossingblades.2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Whyrhum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Whyrhum.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/NiceHat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/NiceHat.0.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Jack-jar.2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Jack-jar.2.png" 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/32749702-115630020855455671?l=tashtash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/feeds/115630020855455671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32749702&amp;postID=115630020855455671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115630020855455671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32749702/posts/default/115630020855455671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tashtash.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tashi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458296773921549419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32749702.post-115586135004527733</id><published>2006-08-17T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:47:18.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Capn' Jack Sparrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Jack.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Jack.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Jack-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Jack-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Ilovejack.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Ilovejack.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Jack-7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Jack-7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/1600/Jack-8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3300/3584/320/Jack-8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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