<?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-7816811001896963221</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:48:58.714-07:00</updated><category term='good movies'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='homakerlynesish'/><category term='debutants'/><category term='self obsession'/><category term='In the summertime and the weather is nice...'/><category term='missing nicole'/><title type='text'>Bex</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-5227742889048445305</id><published>2008-10-02T15:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:54:26.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m from Oregon so I’m automatically a little bit  hippie. I think the love you put out there in the universe will eventually come back to you in some positive form or another. - Call it karma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; out good vibes or whatever. I hope that no love is ever wasted, even if it is a little bit regretted.  John Mayer says it best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that my life's gonna see the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; I give return to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-5227742889048445305?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/5227742889048445305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=5227742889048445305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5227742889048445305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5227742889048445305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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-7816811001896963221.post-3412709634941002540</id><published>2008-09-30T10:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:43:25.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And that, my friend, is what they call...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweet sweet&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't even know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I still needed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-3412709634941002540?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/3412709634941002540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=3412709634941002540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/3412709634941002540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/3412709634941002540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-that-my-friend-is-what-they-call.html' title='And that, my friend, is what they call...'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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-7816811001896963221.post-3164193937033331448</id><published>2008-09-29T12:03:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:11:47.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that are cool</title><content type='html'>*I graduated college. I definitely &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;do not miss homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or tests- but I do miss going to class. I love class!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love learning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; I'm an official nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jane Eyre. I just finished this book and I feel all swooney and romantic. He just loves her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;SOOOOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEzDp_ledI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jD8tL6EX9vU/s1600-h/250jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251534778395883986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEzDp_ledI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jD8tL6EX9vU/s320/250jane.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEzKt5UoBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ET_0g7aeoRI/s1600-h/jane_eyre_wideweb__470x327,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251534899702439954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEzKt5UoBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ET_0g7aeoRI/s320/jane_eyre_wideweb__470x327,0.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My best friend is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;getting married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!- He keeps saying that I'm gonna have to wear a tux... I'm not wearing one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251831500440509442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOJA7Jv2nAI/AAAAAAAAANc/OESHImIY_V0/s320/Nick+proposing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My other best friend is having baby number &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (Ohhh sweet little Vance LaRance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Arrested Development. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529522323230018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEuRtmNjUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/up72VoHTBeA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Has anyone in this family ever even seeeeen a chicken?!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I... took the liberty of ironing your homework"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael:" Well you certainly haven't been shopping, all I found in the refrigerator was a dead dove in a bag... "&lt;br /&gt;Gob: "You didn't eat that did you? 'Cause I only got a couple of days left to return it."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gob: "Let me ask you something, is this a business decision, or is it personal? 'Cause if it's business I'll go away happily. But if it's personal, I'll go away ... but I won't be happy. "&lt;br /&gt;Michael: "... It's personal. "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Volvo S60R. I'm not into cars but this one is pretty. If someone tried to give it to me I would not refuse it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251510127703169650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEcozAdGnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YmapGw5SGdU/s320/Volvo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black nail-polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's the thing. Typically I think finger-nail-polish is pretty tacky and i don't like it. There are however, two exceptions. 1) red or dark maroon-ish nail polish and 2)Black nail polish. The black just looks so classy- as long as it is not all chipped up or you are an emo or something. (ew! gross!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*General Conference is this next Weekend. I am really excited. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I cannot wait to hear it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251544375702211778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOE7ySvuTMI/AAAAAAAAANM/1j0wU4T3Pno/s320/First_Presidency_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I found this wedding dress the other day- Its the cutest thing I've ever seen. One day I will want to wear that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251544711365795858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOE8F1MKIBI/AAAAAAAAANU/Ma4lmOJci38/s320/pretty+wedding+dreww+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251831880809385186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOJBRSu3DOI/AAAAAAAAANk/Eh2wfYc62pg/s320/pretty+wedding+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*living with Anne and Shelly and Andrea. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*And speaking of fun...the new band FUN is also a thing that is cool. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nate Ruess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has not disappeared forever. Just because The Format broke up (sniffle) does not mean that Nate will never put out great music again. ACTUALLY!- He started a new band called Fun with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Dost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (of Anathallo) and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jack Antonoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (of Steel Train). I'm pretty excited about the fusion of my two favorite bands. The format + Steel train = goooooood. (just as long as Jack does not abandon Steel train all together I will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deliriously happy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;I cannot wait to hear their new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538814188415826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOE2ukfga1I/AAAAAAAAANE/KjqDiFr9NH0/s320/fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Things that are&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcus keeps talking about how he ate 100 shrimp this weekend. His roommate ate 123. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-3164193937033331448?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/3164193937033331448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=3164193937033331448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/3164193937033331448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/3164193937033331448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-are-cool.html' title='Things that are cool'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEzDp_ledI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jD8tL6EX9vU/s72-c/250jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-4631868930139385663</id><published>2008-09-29T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:54:19.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEVBntvn4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GLbcSbjVrYM/s1600-h/colbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251501758075608962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEVBntvn4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GLbcSbjVrYM/s320/colbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey blood bank! That cookie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I want my blood back" -Steven Colbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-4631868930139385663?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/4631868930139385663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=4631868930139385663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/4631868930139385663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/4631868930139385663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/SOEVBntvn4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GLbcSbjVrYM/s72-c/colbert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-2316003811192241563</id><published>2008-07-14T23:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:31:17.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So fresh and so clean</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 or 4 years my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toothpaste&lt;/span&gt; of choice has been crest vanilla mint flavor. It sounds a bit odd, I know. To be honest it tastes a little like brushing your teeth with frosting, but in a good way (if that's possible). It took some getting used to at first but I ended up loving the taste. A while ago I decided that I needed to make a change- the vanilla mint reminded me too much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -so I ventured out to new flavors. I went with "citrus splash." It smelled good and sounded refreshing. Well, I'm sorry to say that this is just NOT the case. It is gross. every time I brush my teeth I feel like I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; some strange form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt;. -Death by sick taste in your mouth or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I bought a HUGE tube and it will just not run out. Lately, whenever its time to brush my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mollers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I load up my tooth brush with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obscene&lt;/span&gt; amounts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toothpaste&lt;/span&gt; in order to try to get rid of the tube as fast as I can. I would just throw it out- but I would feel like such a waster if I did that. Hopefully my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;torture&lt;/span&gt; will end soon and I can go back to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt; good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' mint flavors. Here's to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hope'n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Citrus splash= gross. 0 out of 10 dentists &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-2316003811192241563?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/2316003811192241563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=2316003811192241563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/2316003811192241563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/2316003811192241563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-fresh-and-so-clean.html' title='So fresh and so clean'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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-7816811001896963221.post-7961768693099506179</id><published>2008-07-14T12:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:21:23.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F.Y. I</title><content type='html'>I never know what to say on this here blog. So here are some random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I was feeling nostalgic. This was probably because I turned on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Me in St. Louis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;was on. This movie always makes me feel like a little kid. I always thought Judy Garland was the coolest! When I was little I loved that she had red hair like me! Yesterday as I was watching it I couldn't help but be distracted with thoughts of her tragic and sad life. I think I miss the obliviousness I had when I was little.-Back when the only thing I could think when watching was how great it would be to fall in love with your handsome neighbor, and live in St. Louis, and wear red velvet ball gowns, and randomly burst into song on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trolley&lt;/span&gt;. This movie is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admittedly&lt;/span&gt;, a little overdone and a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt;, but mostly it's just a whole l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;otta&lt;/span&gt; awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homesick for the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason the ocean makes me feel lonesome but whole all at once. I don't really understand what that means- but it's the truth. I guess what I mean is I feel connected to God and to other people at the beach, while at the same time I can't help but recognize my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;insignificance&lt;/span&gt;. There is something about the water reaching across so much land and yet being connected and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;right in front of me&lt;/span&gt; all at the same time. - I don't know. It's just cool. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And it smells good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I read a really amazing book. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The glass castle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was thought provoking, painful and difficult to read, and very rewarding. The truth is we have no idea what other people are going through. We are limited to our own individual experiences. Reading books like this, reminds me to be a more compassionate and sympathetic person. I think the only real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; in life is to help others feel the love of God. What could be more important or more worthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently tried to make a chocolate torte. It did not work out -&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and I don't want to talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are married and having babies. I'm not. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I think eventually I will, but I can't  help but think that the timing is gonna be all off. My kids will probably be much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; than all their cousins and all my friends kids. That makes me sad. I wish I could put them all on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I'm ready for that phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the way my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sketchbook&lt;/span&gt; smells. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DELICIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not shake thoughts of moving to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I spent the whole day at work looking up information about apartments in both cities. For me, big cities are stimulating and exciting. It is easy to feel productive and alive in a big city &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there are always so many options for things to learn and see and do and experience. I like the diversity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; in a big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so chill&lt;/span&gt;. I love the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delicate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-7961768693099506179?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/7961768693099506179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=7961768693099506179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/7961768693099506179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/7961768693099506179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/07/fy-i.html' title='F.Y. I'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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-7816811001896963221.post-640309334497410456</id><published>2008-04-08T23:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:39:20.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Music fascinates me. I almost can’t believe that some people can bang on two sticks or pluck some strings and make that sound come out. I love listening to music and I love thinking about the creative people who make it. I wish I could be as eloquent as some of the artists I listen to. They often say what I haven't been able to articulate. I am intrigued with the creative process they go thorough to make their music. I think it's a really unique and cool thing that someone can take their own experiences and thoughts, translate them to lyrics and a tune, and in-turn, touch and influence other people with the sound they produce. I'm really grateful for music because listening to it is like therapy for me. It inspires thought and contemplation within me and… well, it just sounds good to my ears! Lately there are a few artists I can't stop listening to. They are... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick Park&lt;br /&gt;Steel Train&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Ben Kweller&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;Ray LaMontagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few videos to prove just how amazing steel train is. I love this song! (PS- I once met Jack at a concert for like 2 seconds. He touched my arm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzMS42BbnJU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzMS42BbnJU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching the creative process in this video and I love Steel Trains layered sound. Simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OT47jU80brc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OT47jU80brc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-640309334497410456?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/640309334497410456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=640309334497410456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/640309334497410456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/640309334497410456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-rocks.html' title='It Rocks!'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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-7816811001896963221.post-722061673027291802</id><published>2008-03-25T20:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My locker combo</title><content type='html'>In sixth grade I felt really cool because I got a locker. It wasn't unusual- everybody in the school got one, but it felt new and different from elementary school. I felt so adult. When we were first issued our lockers my 6th grade homeroom teacher Mrs. Allen was quite clear about rule number one in terms of lockers. She took great pains in emphasizing the following advice. "Do not share your locker combination with anyone! Not even if they are your best friend." Turns out the same rule applies to your blogging account info. Last weekend I went to Rexburg to visit my dear friend Emily Johnson and her husband Shaun. It was fun to see her and her pregnant belly, and see some of my old haunts in Rexburg. While I was there Emily said she would show me how to change the background on my blog. - How exciting I thought! Everything went just peachy and I learned something new- yet, I forgot that Em still had all my log in info. Needless to say, Em decided to post a HUGE, MASSIVE and fairly ATROCIOUS photo of myself on my own blog.  She also, changed my blog name to "Bex rocks my socks off" and added a nice little blog about an Easter egg we had named sloth. I have since corrected some of the above horrors. I guess it just proves Mrs. Allen was right- don't share your combinations, or in this case, password with anyone- even if they are your best friend! ;) ps I love you milly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milly and Shaun and easter egg fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181899902812679314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R-nOgbjH7JI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sDA8SDn_vlc/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how Milly blow drys her hair every morning. - Creative I think!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181899928582483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R-nOh7jH7KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/i1okkyKNhx0/s320/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-722061673027291802?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/722061673027291802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=722061673027291802' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/722061673027291802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/722061673027291802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-locker-combo.html' title='My locker combo'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/R-nOgbjH7JI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sDA8SDn_vlc/s72-c/IMG_1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-5152775055597163198</id><published>2008-03-23T22:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:02.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heeeeey yooooou guuuuys!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R-cxFLjH7GI/AAAAAAAAALg/csLDF7s1HJI/s1600-h/P1010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R-cxFLjH7GI/AAAAAAAAALg/csLDF7s1HJI/s320/P1010707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181163861382261858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Traditional holiday Sloth - The Goonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This time he was made by Shaun Johnson, husband of my dear, dear, wonderful friend, Emily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rocky ... Road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-5152775055597163198?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/5152775055597163198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=5152775055597163198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5152775055597163198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5152775055597163198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/03/heeeeey-yooooou-guuuuys.html' title='&quot;Heeeeey yooooou guuuuys!&quot;'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/R-cxFLjH7GI/AAAAAAAAALg/csLDF7s1HJI/s72-c/P1010707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-1220312542087440682</id><published>2008-03-12T21:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:03.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels on the bus... are really cheap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R9igIqE5WUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J2fyibVZ0Ag/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177063842256607554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R9igIqE5WUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J2fyibVZ0Ag/s320/bus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So recently I have decided that I am going to be purchasing a car. Yes!!!!!! It’s going to be great to have some killer wheels to get around town in. I'm thinking I won't buy a car till spring, but I keep looking on craigslist- probably because I'm just so excited about the idea of it all. So the other day as I was checking the updates on craigslist I noticed something a bit odd. First I should tell you that when I look on craigslist I usually just scan the price listed on the right of the page and then look at the car's description. This way I won't feel any pangs of desire for a car I know I can't afford. Usually I at least look at the description of the car before I click on it for more details, but for some reason with this... um... vehicle, I didn't. - I just clicked on it. To my delight, I found something that gave me the biggest winning face! What was it you ask? No, it was not the car of my dreams priced reasonably and well within my budget. Rather, to my great joy, I found a BIG. YELLOW. BUS! Yes my friends, for only $1200 you too can own your very own 1989 GMC school bus, which by the way is "well maintained and in great condition." Apparently, the man selling the big yellow school bus had priced it so cheap because he was looking for a quick sale. He may or may not have mentioned that his wife was extremely unhappy that he bought it in the first place. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-1220312542087440682?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/1220312542087440682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=1220312542087440682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/1220312542087440682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/1220312542087440682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheels-on-bus-are-really-cheap.html' title='The wheels on the bus... are really cheap!'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/R9igIqE5WUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J2fyibVZ0Ag/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-5213633199925298196</id><published>2008-03-11T12:35:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:53:08.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ready ready ready ready to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please note that the above title must be sung to the tune of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dixie&lt;/span&gt; chicks song "ready to run"- at least for the full effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, admittedly, a nerd. And I don’t care who knows it- I embrace it. I love art and all sorts of music and books and I am teaching myself to become fonder of poetry etc… I really love books. They are the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;The other day I made a list of some books that I want to read… even though I should just be reading text books. C’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;. Let’s face it- I’m not gonna do the reading for class anyways so I might as well accept it and not feel guilty when I read what I want to.&lt;br /&gt;So here is my list. Let me know what you think- or if you have any other reading suggestions for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt;*- by Jane Austin (like every girl you know I too love Jane Austin. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never read this one and I’m excited about it. It was her last completed novel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The Glass Castle&lt;/span&gt;*- by Jeannette Walls (I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; already read the first chapter and I should tell you… I’m in love with this book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;The Gun Seller&lt;/span&gt; – by Hugh Laurie (What?! Black Adder wrote a book?!- I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; reading it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Color of Water&lt;/span&gt;- by James McBride (Mom tells me it’s a good one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt; -by Charlotte Bronte (I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; heard you’re not officially a girl until you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; read this book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Letters&lt;/span&gt; -by Marjorie Pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt; (There are not words to express how much this woman has already touched my life. I can’t wait to read more of her word!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Turn of the Screw&lt;/span&gt; -by Henry James (sounds fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;- by Lewis Carrol (I've always been a bit curious about this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 100 other books that I can think of that I want to write down- but if I make this list too long it will become unrealistic and I will end up ignoring it and never reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*= Recently purchased and ready to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-5213633199925298196?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/5213633199925298196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=5213633199925298196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5213633199925298196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5213633199925298196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/03/ready-ready-ready-ready-to-read.html' title='ready ready ready ready to read'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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-7816811001896963221.post-6177570679782352607</id><published>2008-03-03T21:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:04.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerouac vs Green Gables</title><content type='html'>I’m such a slacker. I obviously haven’t updated my blog in a while- I know that probably disappoints all 3 people who read it so I thought I would repent and do better. These last few weeks have been pretty non-stop. I like that because I love to feel busy all the time- It makes me feel productive. A few weeks ago I, and two other swell folks, took a little road-trip to San Diego. I have to say that I love seeing new places. Whenever I’m somewhere new I end up trying to picture my life as if I lived there. I think I could be happy almost anywhere, although Oregon will always have a hold on my heart. I love new places. Sometimes, I picture myself becoming a wanderer who has little ties or roots, but has lived a rich life with lots of interesting travel stories to tell all my nieces and nephews. One thing I really like about road trips, besides the change of scenery, is the time in the car you have to just think. For a lot of the drive home from San Diego I was just sorta thinking about a bunch of stuff that has been rolling around in my head lately. One thing that I came to the conclusion to was how a lot of my life is determined by my loyalties. I’m usually a bit slow on the up-take, so all my friends and family probably already know this about me. (Way to clue me in- Dawn, I’m talking to you. You know you know what I’m feeling better than I do!!!) Anyways, I came to the conclusion that I am defiantly someone who finds what I like and sticks with it. Perhaps it’s my slightly stubborn nature, or perhaps I just like deep connections but it’s just how I am. This is the only way I have come to explain my more lasting relationships with people. Really, is there anything better than knowing someone so well that you become permanent fixtures in each others lives? I love feeling needed and wanted by someone. I like having affected someone’s life just by being a part of it. And vise versa. At the same time, I’m a pretty private person and I have to feel really safe before I commit myself to someone in any capacity that really counts. I think I have been like this my entire life, even when I was in third grade and my best friend was Lucy Meza- We still talk every now and then. I love that I am so loyal, but I have also learned that I need to be careful, I sometimes set myself up to fail when I become so dedicated to someone who is perhaps not as invested as I am. This is a bit frightening to me because I don’t really know how to do relationships any other way. – I guess I’m not very good at the middle ground. I’m sorta an all or nothing’ girl sometimes. I mean really, if someone can’t fully devote themselves to you in a given capacity, be it friendship or more- what’s the point? No thanks- I’ll be fine without. I suppose I watched Anne of Green Gables to much as a child because in my friendships I want Dianna Barry, and in a romantic relationship I want a Gilbert Blythe- someone who is so constant that they conquer death just to prove how loyal they are to you. Yup- I’ll take it. Anyways- I feel like I am rambling. I suppose I’m just trying to reconcile exactly how it is that I sometimes want to wander the world aimlessly and yet, I won’t settle for anything less than devotion and I crave connection. Blah blah blah…. Here are some fun pics. from San Diego:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738985194993810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zQMgUjOJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EB2BSYLggh8/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738237870684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zPhAUjOHI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KUtXwEsbZzs/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738993784928418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zQNAUjOKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/d4iM-ATyiHw/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738233575716962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zPgwUjOGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Oxd78EqirME/s320/2278764960_b88d9ac9f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738229280749650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zPggUjOFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1umYMmYffbM/s320/2278752970_1bf0e3b8f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173739565015578802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zQuQUjOLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7hZY5yU1MpE/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738220690815042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zPgAUjOEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BpfPxBMnMUM/s320/2277927757_8e652a00c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173739573605513410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zQuwUjOMI/AAAAAAAAALA/_Rkfcke5Ho8/s320/IMG_1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173738246460618882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zPhgUjOII/AAAAAAAAAKg/hfoSDO-9S4M/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173739586490415314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zQvgUjONI/AAAAAAAAALI/RidCDnhhs2g/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-6177570679782352607?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/6177570679782352607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=6177570679782352607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/6177570679782352607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/6177570679782352607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2008/03/kerouac-vs-green-gables.html' title='Kerouac vs Green Gables'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/R8zQMgUjOJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EB2BSYLggh8/s72-c/IMG_1185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-8652354201854238464</id><published>2007-12-01T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:05.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So It's my birthday on Monday and when I went home for thanksgiving my mom gave me a pretty little package, with strict instructions&lt;strong&gt; not &lt;/strong&gt;to open it until my actual birthday. It has been sitting on my desk for about a week now- just sitting there, staring at me, mocking me, and driving me crazy! What is it?! More than anything I am just curious. What are your thoughts? - anyone?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139100334553412834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/R1HAhrIltOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vvPaveA_HcI/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-8652354201854238464?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/8652354201854238464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=8652354201854238464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/8652354201854238464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/8652354201854238464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-heck-is-it.html' title='What the heck is it?'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/R1HAhrIltOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/vvPaveA_HcI/s72-c/IMG_0850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-6711816170080223223</id><published>2007-11-12T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;First of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I just wrote a pretty kick butt paper so... everyone be proud of me. If my teacher doesn't give me a good grade &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I may&lt;/span&gt; or may not kick him in the shins! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132193484618436162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk2yGFBjkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PLeHUuSQb3c/s320/Shins+kicking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second of all:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this last summer my friend &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Colby Ottley&lt;/span&gt; introduced me to a really rad band. They are called &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steel Train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They are stuck in my head and I think everyone everywhere should listen to them. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk9wWFBjvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ffVKfmr1j_4/s1600-h/colby+skydiving+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201151135059698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk9wWFBjvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ffVKfmr1j_4/s200/colby+skydiving+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steel Train-----&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132198664348995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk7fmFBjtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/diC7ZY3-oVk/s200/Steel%2520Train%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;---Colby &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I get to go home in almost exactly one week. Yeah for seeing Dawn! Yeah for seeing Hayden! (I love being called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aunt Red"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by everyone in the Cooper/LaRance family) Yeah for seeing my family and eating turkey together! Yeah for having nick be mean to me in person rather than on the phone! (He really does love me, he just can't express it correctly) Yeah for overcast Oregon thanksgiving weather- It's so Cozy and makes me want to sip peppermint hot chocolate and snuggle with a cute boy. Also... yeah for my new green fleece blanket that i got at IKEA for $3. It has nothing to do with going home but I just really like it- It's very &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;green!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk5vWFBjpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y_LlcLXO_gw/s1600-h/The+last+hera+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132196735908679314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk5vWFBjpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y_LlcLXO_gw/s200/The+last+hera+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk8qWFBjuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QMnp9-PTYhU/s1600-h/Emily+in+oregon+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132199948544216802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk8qWFBjuI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QMnp9-PTYhU/s200/Emily+in+oregon+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132196838987894434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk51WFBjqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v_VTD4_lCzM/s200/The+last+hera+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is my photographic evidence that nick is mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt; I can't stop watching Top Gear. Why? That's a boy show!? I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132194373676666482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk3l2FBjnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OsyzdVYtKPc/s320/Top+Gear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And lastly:&lt;/span&gt; ...?... I still want an &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orangutan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as stated in my prior blog.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk-W2FBjwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6oGLUxSTSdM/s1600-h/orangutan0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132201812560023298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk-W2FBjwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6oGLUxSTSdM/s200/orangutan0822.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/7816811001896963221-6711816170080223223?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/6711816170080223223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=6711816170080223223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/6711816170080223223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/6711816170080223223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-of-all.html' title='1st of all...'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rzk2yGFBjkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PLeHUuSQb3c/s72-c/Shins+kicking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-186179096055328568</id><published>2007-11-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:06.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not an animal person but...</title><content type='html'>I recently saw a documentary about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;orangutans&lt;/span&gt;. I decided I want one. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131067241114209778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzU2eGFBjfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/owbet98rvMk/s320/orangutan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-186179096055328568?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/186179096055328568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=186179096055328568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/186179096055328568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/186179096055328568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-not-animal-person-but.html' title='I&apos;m not an animal person but...'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzU2eGFBjfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/owbet98rvMk/s72-c/orangutan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-2548728079156194047</id><published>2007-11-05T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:07.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Guy Fawkes!</title><content type='html'>So today started out pretty bad. It's a long story filled with a lot of stupidity, but that's not the point of this story. The point is- Life is GOOOOOOOOD. I feel so blessed and grateful to have such good friends in my life. I feel that I have always been blessed to have good friends, and its great when they reach out to ya just when you need it. For me, its all about the small and simple things- They are the things that mean the most to me and make the biggest impact in my life. Today I really needed to feel cared about and I do. In-spite of the rough start, It turned out to be a pretty fantastic day. And now, as my day is coming to a close I notice that my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. That's a good sign I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and ps! HAPPY GUY FAWKES DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-162a250035caec92" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D162a250035caec92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330448850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FB08001BC994ECDFEC11F2A5C911EDB3C37A07B.71CAB9DF6D414B284B4203849521BE440ACCF882%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D162a250035caec92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnRDqTIKcnU_l1R3MwYwozVKB4zU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D162a250035caec92%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330448850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FB08001BC994ECDFEC11F2A5C911EDB3C37A07B.71CAB9DF6D414B284B4203849521BE440ACCF882%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D162a250035caec92%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnRDqTIKcnU_l1R3MwYwozVKB4zU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today a few girlfriends met up and celebrated guy Fawkes day. It was fun! -Even though we didn't get to burn anything :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129611840131322130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzAKym6qURI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ofmEab9yT6w/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129608962503233762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzAILG6qUOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/shO5d5b2vHQ/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129611694102434050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzAKqG6qUQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zSj_tTWl7zg/s320/Riley+an+dme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129609306100617458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzAIfG6qUPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4-JX1HnAq7A/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we all took the individual shots with each other until someone got the great idea for a group shot. You think after 4 1/2 months of picture taking practice at all those London monuments togwther we would have figured it out by now. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129612540210991394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzALbW6qUSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k_yJIuTOfSQ/s320/group+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-2548728079156194047?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=162a250035caec92&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/2548728079156194047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=2548728079156194047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/2548728079156194047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/2548728079156194047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends-and-guy-fawkes.html' title='Friends and Guy Fawkes!'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/RzAKym6qURI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ofmEab9yT6w/s72-c/IMG_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-2955677057673882519</id><published>2007-11-01T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:10.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend O Fun!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend my parents came into town and we had a blast. We mostly just hung out and talked, but there is something about spending time with your fam. that just feels regenerating. I was also pretty excited about going to IKEA for the first time. (I love cheap, aesthetically pleasing crap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128116293864149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Ryq6mW6qUEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1EMScUvIs0c/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got to see  some of my cousins too! We met at the gateway malls in salt lake and went out to eat. After that we just talked inside the theater doorway for about an hour and a half. (It was cold outside!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128119223031844946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Ryq9Q26qUFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nSOLMjcZ0y0/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, Kelie and Kaitlyn just being awesome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128119407715438690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Ryq9bm6qUGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0usi03zn090/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mom and Kristie copping a squat in the theater doorway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128119755607789682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Ryq9v26qUHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/34K3-aBtYCs/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The whole gang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooo! Oooo! So I also got this fantastic book! I recommend it to anyone who loves to laugh! I am pretty excited to read it- especially during work where things can get a bit boring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128128233873232034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RyrFdW6qUKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wlpKf7aCGrg/s320/Steven+c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister in law is pregnant and she is pretty cute. I like her. - wait, nix that LOVE her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128120601716347010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Ryq-hG6qUII/AAAAAAAAAE0/1d3C2KZdhKQ/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Nephew Luke is quite possibly the cutest thing that has ever been. It is so fun to watch him thinking- you can see the wheels in his head turning and I love that! He learns new things every day- he is a sponge. He recently learned how to say "boom shaka laka." I could watch this video 1,000 times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c2ff5f80aaeed36e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2ff5f80aaeed36e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330448850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60B5E0AF254DAAD26B860C874DB54BEB54F06E23.6AADF886B4B4C68B340256B0D269F8493EA36D6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2ff5f80aaeed36e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeRYAYRDmJsn9Ag9oLDkGhAOewwE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2ff5f80aaeed36e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330448850%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60B5E0AF254DAAD26B860C874DB54BEB54F06E23.6AADF886B4B4C68B340256B0D269F8493EA36D6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2ff5f80aaeed36e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeRYAYRDmJsn9Ag9oLDkGhAOewwE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-2955677057673882519?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c2ff5f80aaeed36e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/2955677057673882519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=2955677057673882519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/2955677057673882519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/2955677057673882519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-o-fun.html' title='Weekend O Fun!'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/Ryq6mW6qUEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1EMScUvIs0c/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-1304771591997497979</id><published>2007-10-13T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:11.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homakerlynesish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing nicole'/><title type='text'>Has Aloton Brown ever even seen a chicken?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RxGLkqFwVQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4U6jjUE6hMw/s1600-h/Good_Eats_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121027713186944258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RxGLkqFwVQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4U6jjUE6hMw/s320/Good_Eats_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have made a conscience effort to become more hommakerly (is that a word?!- I elect that it is). Typically my family thinks of me as the girly one (sister that is). I don’t really know what that means or implies but I am told that I am “girly” a lot. I think I like that- (Although, I am not yet sure because I have not asked Dawn how I feel about it—but that is an entirely different blog). Despite my girlyness I would not consider myself very hommakerly, however, I would consider my younger sister Nicole to be so. She is the chef of the family. She inherited this talent naturally from my mother, who has in the past been told to open her own restaurant. I on the other hand have been known to burn water in a pot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am often surprised at how different Nicole and I are from each other. She feels a bit uncomfortable embracing her inner girly-ness, something that comes pretty naturally to me. Outwardly she is way more casual than me- inwardly I know she is just as much of “a girl” but feels awkward expressing it. Anyways, although she is afraid of outwardly embracing her inner girl, she is still an excellent homemaker type. She is probably one of the best cooks I can think of. I love it when I come home after months or years of being away and she makes me food. It’s nice when I come home to be taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is how it usually works when I am at home: It may be anytime between 12 and 5 and the cereal that I had at 8am has worn off and my tummy is growling. It’s usually the kind of hungry where you really want real food that is healthy and yummy and your so sick of cereal or crackers or pb&amp;amp;j that you just can’t take it anymore. This is when I find Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say in my nice voice “oh hey, what are you up to?” Then we make polite chit chat for anywhere from 10min to an 1hour. (I know 1 hour may seem like a lot of time for suck-up style chit-chat; but sometimes I get to talking with my sister and I forget that I ever wanted anything from her in the first place.) Then, finally I just tell her “Nicole, make me food!” I make sure to use my playful/ whinny/slightly bossy voice, as I do not want to offend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that secretly she loves it when I do this. She knows she is a good cook! She likes to cook! And I think she likes me… so. All in all, all I am really doing is asking her to do something she loves, for someone she loves. Hey, what can I say- I like to create opportunities for service. Anyways this little routine typically turns out triumphant. Coley usually comes up with some new fantastic concoction and I am a happy girl because I get to be fed and taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I have even thought of this is because it is defiantly one of those days. I don’t really have anything that is much of edible in my apartment- I think I have pasta noodles and peanut butter. I’m no chef but I really don’t think that would be a good combo. (I would have to call and ask dawn though). Furthermore, despite my best efforts I am not feeling hommakerlyish today. I spent all day yesterday after school cleaning my apartment and today I just refuse to do anything but homework and the Arrested Development marathon that was on earlier this morning. (Mike! I finally saw this show- very funny!) Anyways, this means that not only am I hungry, but I am feeling that my latest efforts to become a better cook and homemaker have somehow been counteracted and erased by my unwillingness today. Perhaps in a pitiful effort to hold on to my homemaker-ness I have put the food network on whilst I study my never ending spanish assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RxGMF6FwVRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLHNF57r8fs/s1600-h/FF_102_brown1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121028284417594642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RxGMF6FwVRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jLHNF57r8fs/s320/FF_102_brown1_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I love Alton Brown, he is part cook, part bill Nye the science guy and part supper hero! He was just hosting a show where chefs compete with strange ingredients like tripe and squid and catfish. It seems that each of these cooks were able to take their ridiculous ingredients and make something edible and delicious with it. Perhaps after I finish my Spanish homework I will venture into my kitchen and try to artistically combine my noodles and peanut butter and make something edible… then again… maybe not. (I wish Nicole were here!) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RxGMm6FwVSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vKJY7c9q9Uk/s1600-h/FF_102_brown1_f.jpg"&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/7816811001896963221-1304771591997497979?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/1304771591997497979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=1304771591997497979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/1304771591997497979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/1304771591997497979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/10/has-aloton-brown-ever-even-seen-chicken.html' title='Has Aloton Brown ever even seen a chicken?!'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/RxGLkqFwVQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4U6jjUE6hMw/s72-c/Good_Eats_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-5349161327644975077</id><published>2007-10-08T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:11.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self obsession'/><title type='text'>4 Eyes</title><content type='html'>So... I recently got glasses. This is what they look like. Also, I may have gotten a little carried away with the whole photo fashion shoot and photo shop thing. Perhaps it's the fact that my roommates constantly watch Americas Next Top Model marathons and I have been subjected to subliminal modeling messages.(Grrrl! You be look'n FIERCE!) Yeah, that or I'm simply just a narcissist. Either way it's pretty great to see things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwnR-JYWnHI/AAAAAAAAADE/6nhegUH2Ecw/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwnR-JYWnHI/AAAAAAAAADE/6nhegUH2Ecw/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" 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/7816811001896963221-5349161327644975077?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/5349161327644975077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=5349161327644975077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5349161327644975077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5349161327644975077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/10/4-eyes.html' title='4 Eyes'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwnR-JYWnHI/AAAAAAAAADE/6nhegUH2Ecw/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-5747334385590002714</id><published>2007-10-07T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:15.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the summertime and the weather is nice...'/><title type='text'>In the summer time and the weather is nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I suppose I should stop living in the past but... THAT'S WHEN ALL THE GOOD STUFF HAPPENED! Well, at least this summer anyways. This past summer I went home for the first time in a long time and I loved it. I got to spend time with my fam. and friends who mean the world to me. There were a few major (and minor) events that occurred, and I believe they are worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On Aug 24th Katie got married. Wow! She's married! How wonderful. It was so fun to be a part of her wedding and to spend some quality time together before the big day. The week before her wedding me, Katie, Erin and Joy went to the beach and spent a few days being lazy, reading, chit-chatting, and playing games. (Katie is very proud of me because I learned at least 4 new games that week- something I don't do often.) Katie and Robbie are great together and it was so fun to be there for their wedding! Congrats Kimmels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118685581430659906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rwk5apYWm0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OHrNpAC-Flg/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rwk5bZYWm1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SP9ADBNSJGc/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118685594315561810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rwk5bZYWm1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/SP9ADBNSJGc/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take out the old and bring in the new! Mom and dad finally decided to get a new kids car. This decision was actually sort of made for them as the blue box finally died for good. Please, a moment of silence in memory of our devoted friend and companion for so many years. We will miss the blue box but we know that she has gone on to a better place.... like U-pull it. There she can be scrapped and torn apart for various parts. Anyways, in true Freeman fashion the "new" car purchased is something to be admired. The Freeman's are now the proud owners of a 1984 Toyota celica. She is a bit old (as old as me actually) but we lover her. I enjoyed taking her out on the town while I was still at home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118691688874154850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rwk--JYWm2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/SvpcbKOyOxM/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life's a Beach! (Oh man! I &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt; my fathers daughter!-- sorry about the bad pun). So this summer I pretty much lived at the beach. I love spending time at the ocean. There is nothing that reminds me I am home more than trips to the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beach trip #1 was with Dawn and Hayden. Hayden ate a lot of sand, we had a good time, and then we went to eat at Moe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is a pic of Hayden and "Aunt Red" catching up on the latest gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118711815090904162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlRRpYWnGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZuPzksocf1g/s320/CIMG2984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Dawn just being such a cute mom. Look at her! She is such a mom! She even has the mom holding a kids hand while posing for a picture and overall just looking gorgeous thing going on. I love watching her take care of Hayden because she is so good at it. (Love burst!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710947507510354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlQfJYWnFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p0xnaW1P0o0/s320/CIMG2997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I also went to the beach with the fam for a week or so. Ryan, Kristee and Luke were there and it was a blast. I loved hiking up the dune and taking some pretty sweet pics. I spent a lot of time with my siblings this summer and had a really good time. I miss them! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118699849312017298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlGZJYWm5I/AAAAAAAAABU/Ua3fobihmds/s320/Beach+vaca+07+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Austin thinks he's taller then me. I think he is not. .... I may or may not be in denial. Anyways, in this pic he was most assuredly &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to be taller than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118699857901951906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlGZpYWm6I/AAAAAAAAABc/reWS5T5awsA/s320/Beach+vaca+07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hey Look! It's Peter Pan... or just Austin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118701816407038946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlILpYWm-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IeEj4GJXD2g/s320/Beach+vaca+07+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We...um... "went fishing"? Ok so we bought the fish, but it was still so fresh and good. " Hey there big tuna" -Andy, The Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118701824996973554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlIMJYWm_I/AAAAAAAAACE/YJSrh15gz_k/s320/Beach+vaca+07+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Luke turned 2 while we were at the beach. I love him! As far as birthday cake goes I think the motto "go big or go home" is appropriate. Dig in Luke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118699862196919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlGZ5YWm7I/AAAAAAAAABk/k7hi_jg1YD8/s320/Beach+vaca+07+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118699875081821138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlGapYWm9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/v4YanLJ6Dbg/s320/Beach+vaca+07+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some sweet beach pics that I took. -- I love my new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~Not that you would be able to tell from this picture but Dawn, Me and Nikki went to a Josh Gracin concert. We had a great time rock'n out on the front row. Dawn had to fight off some obnoxious "stupid prom date" look-alike to make sure he didn't steal the drum stick that was so clearly thrown in her direction (and which she caught with great ease by-the-way). After the concert we enjoyed our drive home, especially when we made a quick stop at a hotel for directions. We took some fun pictures in the hotel but.... we were practicing our ugly faces so... I wont post them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118705643222899746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlLqZYWnCI/AAAAAAAAACc/PltL-xkLnB8/s320/CIMG3333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What?! That's not Josh Gracin, that's Kieth Urban!!! Why is Kieth Urban at our Josh Gracin concert? They must be close friends I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118705626043030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlLpZYWnAI/AAAAAAAAACM/CD7g9HNSvJo/s320/CIMG3317.JPG" border="0" /&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;Also, at the concert I got thrown in jail. .... or just an ATM with bars that reminded me of a jail. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118705634632965138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlLp5YWnBI/AAAAAAAAACU/Qn_pKHNhpR8/s320/CIMG3313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colby and I went to a GREAT concert! The Format was headlining the tour. Steel Train played as well as Limbeck, Reubens Accomplice and a few others. I love this picture because everyone is making a face but me, including that stranger in the background. Usually it's the other way around!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118708649700006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/RwlOZZYWnDI/AAAAAAAAACk/KuFdb0xeV2I/s320/Beach+vaca+07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All in all, this summer was great. I loved being home, seeing my fam, and going on adventures with friends. What a bunch of great memories and can't wait to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;make some more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-5747334385590002714?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/5747334385590002714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=5747334385590002714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5747334385590002714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/5747334385590002714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-suppose-i-should-stop-living-in-past.html' title='In the summer time and the weather is nice...'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rwk5apYWm0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OHrNpAC-Flg/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816811001896963221.post-7224477556237107033</id><published>2007-09-28T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:27:15.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debutants'/><title type='text'>Well hey there pretty lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rv1l_zeJfwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DGpwK5WcxDk/s1600-h/She"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115356898585575170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rv1l_zeJfwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DGpwK5WcxDk/s320/She%27s+the+man+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently my sister and I became obsessed with all things Amanda Bynes, especially her brilliant movie "She's the Man." I am not ashamed to say that we probably watched it at least 2-3 times a week this summer. (ok ok that may or may-not have been an exaggeration). Anyways, this movie is unrealistic, it's cheesy, it's pointless and it's completely random. I love it! My sister and I love it so much that this summer we made our brother watch it too. In the past Ryan has told me that I am a bit of a mystery to him. After watching "She's the Man" he told me that he thinks he understands me a little better now. I'm not exactly sure what that means, or what that says about me, but I'm pretty happy about it non-the less. Basically, I think all people everywhere should be exposed to this timeless masterpiece in film. Hey! remember..."debutants chew like they have a secret." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7816811001896963221-7224477556237107033?l=bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/feeds/7224477556237107033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7816811001896963221&amp;postID=7224477556237107033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/7224477556237107033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7816811001896963221/posts/default/7224477556237107033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bexhasthewinningface.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-hey-there-pretty-lady.html' title='Well hey there pretty lady'/><author><name>Bex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05313639582919268521</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/__2IAuMeeZYI/Rv1l_zeJfwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DGpwK5WcxDk/s72-c/She%27s+the+man+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
