<?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-9170252486294822427</id><updated>2011-11-23T11:53:08.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pair of Schappers!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1616187936096003256</id><published>2011-10-24T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:53:07.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Blog... SORRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am so dreadfully bad at blogging... Maybe because I think that no one really wants to hear about work and school... more work... more school... homework... etc.  I feel like there isn't a whole lot to blog about lately! I'll start with school: I am in my last fall term EVER! I want to get the most out of my senior year at U of O, but so far this term is not exciting me. I'm hoping it gets better, but we're almost halfway through, so I'm guessing this is about as good as it gets! Neal, on the other hand, is loving his classes.  He especially loves Finance... I don't understand it, but okay! He has been going to career fairs and applying for accounting internships for next summer! He had an interview with Moss Adams on Thursday and is waiting to hear back from them. We're keeping our fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing else exciting is happening. Maybe after Halloween I will post some pictures of our costumes! Meanwhile, I stole this survey from Danielle Arnold's blog! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Words you always misspell typing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't think of any, but I know there are some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Words you don't know how to spell:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm pretty good at spelling, honestly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Things that really annoy you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uninformed citizens.  People who chew ice.  People who think it's funny to fart on other people (especially girls.. eww).  People who talk down to me, or treat me like a child.  Lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's that meal you can always eat over and over again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; RIBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you brush your teeth at night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yes, and I floss.  I just went to the dentist for the first time in 5 years... no cavities! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dumbest movie ever:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The Animal.  Love Wrecked (even though I LOVE Amanda Bynes... not her best work).  Hot Tub Time Machine (couldn't even finish it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's a song that you would be embarrassed to admit you really like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm not embarrassed to admit that I like anything! But a random song that I like it Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl". haha, I love that stupid song. So catchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you capable of eating an entire bag of candy in one sitting and not feeling THAT sick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yeah, I would eat candy non-stop if I didn't have a guilty conscience about it. I'm kind of a candy-a-holic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you love sea food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yes. I love shrimp especially, and crab legs! I'm not the biggest fan of salmon, but I love other kinds of fish! It depends on how it's cooked and everything. Yum, this is making me hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you fix meat, are you anal about what you've touched, and sanitize a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Nah, I just use different cutting boards for everything, and make sure I sanitize when I'm all done. I get a little obsessed with washing my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you put your leftovers in the fridge after dinner in fear of it spoiling or can you wait?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I used to wait and let them cool before putting them in the fridge, but then I heard this report on NPR that bacteria breeds much easier if you leave food sitting out, so I try to put it in the fridge ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you use a sponge or rag to wipe your counters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; A rag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's your favorite Holiday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Christmas, of course.  Minus the freezing cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's your favorite pie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Chocolate Satin. YUM! I love pumpkin pie too! And Black Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's your favorite candy bar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nutrageous. Also, Milky Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you pick something up at the store and change your mind, do you put it away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you like raisins in your Cinnamon rolls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sure, why not? Usually cinnamon rolls that I eat do not have raisins, but I like the raisin ones too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you shower every day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Usually. I miss a day here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are your dreams scary?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sometimes. I've had dreams about rapists and murderers and really scary things. Mostly my dreams are just vivid. I almost always remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you like scary movies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; NO! Absolutely not. They freak me out like REALLLLY bad. I can't sleep for weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; YES! I'm having roller coaster withdrawal. It's been far too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you have a fear of needles?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I have a fear of getting shots at the doctor. It hurts, and it's scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's your guilty pleasure TV show?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I watch really stupid shows, like Keeping Up With the Kardashians, and The Bachelor. But I love them, and will continue watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is something you're really stuck up about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm stuck up about football. It drives me crazy when people don't know what they're talking about and try to chime in about what should be happening during a game. It also irks me when people say things like, "You like the Packers? Why, because they just won the superbowl?" Like I'm some kind of bandwagon fan. Or when they say, "Just so you know, the Packers aren't going to be going to the superbowl again." Like they could possibly know that. K, rant over! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you're at a restaurant, can you ask questions about the food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you a lake or a river person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you a good swimmer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  No. I'm a terrible swimmer. I can swim, but I don't like to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you like to camp? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes. We didn't go camping this summer, and I'm so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you like rodents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Not really. I don't like them touching me, but I like that they exist. It makes me sad when people buy mice to feed to snakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you afraid of spiders?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Somewhat. I don't like them crawling on me, but I don't think I'm as scared of them as some girls. I'm more afraid of bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you could be an amazing singer or dancer, which would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Singer. I am not very good at singing, and I wish I was. I can dance like a maniac already. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1616187936096003256?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1616187936096003256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1616187936096003256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1616187936096003256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1616187936096003256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-never-blog-sorry.html' title='I Never Blog... SORRY!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6872939221218542502</id><published>2011-07-07T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:33:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Whole Year!</title><content type='html'>So, as of June 19th I have been married to the love of my life for one whole year! Let me tell you... it has been the BEST year of my life! Neal Schapper is absolutely my dream boat! Haha.. I just think the world of him, and I'm so happy he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;For our anniversary Neal took me out to dinner at Mazzi's (our absolute favorite place to eat), and then we got a couple's massage! It was so fun, and so romantic! The next day we went to Portland and spent the day together up there, shopping and walking around downtown. We spent the night up there, and came home for my mom and brother's bday the next day. It was a really fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to Castle Rock, Washington to hang out and visit my cousins! It was a lot of fun to see my Uncle John, Aunt Katherine, and my cousins Jason, Bryana, Tyler, Darren, and Caity. Darren and Caity have a 8 month old baby named Cohen, who is perhaps the cutest thing I've seen since my little brother was a baby! He is adorable, and so much fun! We came back down for the 4th of July, and watched fireworks at Island Park with my mom, dad, sister, and brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Neal's brother Dane and his pregnant wife Jamie are coming to visit! They actually get in tonight, and they're heading to Portland on Saturday for a wedding. We are so excited to see them!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun summer so far, but school starts in a week and a half, and I am SOOOO not looking forward to doing homework and being extremely busy. At least my 2 classes are only for 4 weeks, but they will be intensified because of their shortness! I'm really nervous 'cuz I've never taken summer classes before, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my short, picture-less entry because I have to get ready for work. I hope ya'all are having a good summer so far (if anyone actually reads my blog...haha)! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6872939221218542502?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6872939221218542502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6872939221218542502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6872939221218542502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6872939221218542502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-whole-year.html' title='One Whole Year!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7960040551849221704</id><published>2011-06-09T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:18:23.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelorette!</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't been able to tell on Facebook or on this blog, this term has been the hardest/worst thing ever! I took 16 credits of upper division SOC classes, including a statistics class that nearly killed me... Tomorrow is my last final, and I am sooooo happy that this term is almost over! Woohoo! Neal and I have been celebrating the end of term, but he has to go back to school in a week and a half, for 4 weeks of classes and then I have to go back right when he gets done, also for 4 weeks of classes until August 10th... then we are FREE until the end of September.. I have a feeling this summer is going to go by wayyy too fast for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week of finals has been especially trying... On Sunday I was at my parents' house after church and I'm not sure how it happened but I hurt my back really badly.  I just stood up from eating and it started aching like crazy! I've never had back problems, but now I have so much respect for people who do. It's completely debilitating and so so painful.  So on Sunday and Monday I was finishing up my research paper for stats and just icing and heating my back when I could. On my way home from turning in my paper, my car broke down at the top of our hill.  It just started making these crazy noises, like someone was punching a baboon! haha (That's from an Eddie Izzard skit).  So I walked the rest of the way home, and had to study all night for a final the next day at 8AM. We haven't had time to see what is wrong with my car yet, so I will be driving my mom's car for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I have been watching The Bachelorette this season, and it is just driving me crazy! Ashley (the bachelorette) liked this guy Bentley, who is a total creep-o jerk who was just trying to mess with her heart, and he left the show last episode (thank goodness).  The thing that bothers me so much about it is that the show producers LET THIS HAPPEN! They knew he was there to hurt her and break her heart, and they let him on the show, probably just so they could get good ratings and get more people to watch.  So now she is left heartbroken, and I really don't think there are that many good guys to choose from now.  None of the guys have stood out to me this season.  This guy is probably my front-runner right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohJCj000UXY/TfEXP6ISxtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RGsXzV04Sr8/s1600/JP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohJCj000UXY/TfEXP6ISxtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RGsXzV04Sr8/s400/JP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616295772377237202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has been really nice to Ashley, and he has this calmness about him that I really like.  He seems very sincere and that he is really there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u89F2UtAeE4/TfEX1kLfkrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/t57gmkRY3Sc/s1600/william-bachelorette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u89F2UtAeE4/TfEX1kLfkrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/t57gmkRY3Sc/s400/william-bachelorette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616296419320107698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was funny and sweet the first episode, then in the second episode he started making weird jokes around the house, and telling the other guys how amazing their date was, and then the third episode came along... and THIS happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuIc35z-e-k/TfEbUQx_KSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UtTXvk03ZY4/s1600/alg_bachelorette_william.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuIc35z-e-k/TfEbUQx_KSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UtTXvk03ZY4/s400/alg_bachelorette_william.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616300245223680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u89F2UtAeE4/TfEX1kLfkrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/t57gmkRY3Sc/s1600/william-bachelorette.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I think a roast is a really bad idea, and Ashley was bound to get her feelings hurt in some way.  All the boob jokes were kind of hurtful too, and then WILLIAM... what an idiot.  He said that he was hoping it would be Emily or Chantel, and it was only Ashley.  I thought he was going to get kicked off last night, but nope.  He's still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other guys who are okay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhNYl62Kgn0/TfEbTgxJvxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Gspx9j7mYy8/s1600/benc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QhNYl62Kgn0/TfEbTgxJvxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Gspx9j7mYy8/s400/benc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616300232335277842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben C. - I thought he was a lot of fun on their flash mob dancing date, but then he started talking at dinner and WOW... that man can talk.  He's a lawyer, so that might explain some of it.  I think he's a cutie though, and maybe there's more to explore there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6TTZrN90YA/TfEbTxOsKmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/diJqbw73av0/s1600/Ames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6TTZrN90YA/TfEbTxOsKmI/AAAAAAAAAgA/diJqbw73av0/s400/Ames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616300236754135650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ames.  I don't know what it is about Ames, but I really like him.  I think he's kind of an underdog in the competition because he's very reserved and quiet, but I like that about him.  He's also very intelligent and motivated, like Ashley.  I'm hoping for some sparks between them soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like any of the rest of them.  I liked Ryan P. for a while, but now I think they just do not really mesh well.  He's just too nice, and from the previews it seems like he's going to have some weird secret.  I don't like Mickey at all... I don't see why she thinks he's so cute.  Neal thinks he looks like a vampire. haha!  The rest of the guys are just kind of dull and boring so far.  There really are not many standouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all! Comment about the bachelorette, I'm dying to hear from you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7960040551849221704?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7960040551849221704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7960040551849221704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7960040551849221704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7960040551849221704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/06/bachelorette.html' title='The Bachelorette!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohJCj000UXY/TfEXP6ISxtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/RGsXzV04Sr8/s72-c/JP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2922896673611729471</id><published>2011-06-04T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:37:59.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Statistics=Nightmare</title><content type='html'>So I've been taking Sociology 312, which is a statistics class required for my major.  It is not supposed to be hard, and several of my friends have taken it and had no problem.  Well... I happened to get the world's WORST professor this term! He is so unclear and makes us do this computer program that none of the other stats professors use, and he makes us do this BIG research paper worth 30% of our grade! He is the only one who requires a paper for his class, and it is just a big joke! Not only that, when anyone asks any questions in class he treats them terribly! He acts like we should just know the answer and be able to read his mind... I'm seriously so fed up with this class... it's the worst one I've ever taken in college.  Anyway, the paper is due Monday and I haven't started it yet.  I just CANNOT motivate myself to work on it right now, and I'm really going to be hating myself for it tomorrow. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Neal and I spent the morning cleaning our house from head to toe, and then at 4pm we had a BBQ with some friends we hadn't seen for a REALLY long time! Amber Drake just got home from her mission in SLC, and it was awesome to see her and hear about her time there. She is such a sweetheart and I've really missed her.  Kent Blair also just got back from his mission and came over tonight! He was serving in Virginia.  I forgot how funny and random that kid is.  He is seriously one of my favorites! Keke and Devin came over too.  They live in town but I never get to see them because we're all so busy.  I was really excited because Michael Woodmansee came over as well! Jenni couldn't make it because she was doing something called Stamp Camp with the Relief Society (I have no idea what that is), but I was happy that Michael came and got to know everyone.  Jenni and Michael are going to be in town for the summer, and I am really excited! Here in Springfield there aren't a whole lot of young married couples to hang out with, so we're going to have fun hanging out with them this summer!  The BBQ was great... we have had no social life lately with school and work, and it was just a nice break.  And now here comes finals week... I can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal bought a long board from a guy on craigslist today and he's really excited about it.  I am excited for him, but I get nervous too.  I think I've just seen too many videos of people crashing on skateboards and really hurting themselves.  I want him to wear a helmet... and body pads... and maybe a seat belt. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty good about this summer.  I'm hoping to get a lot of tutoring jobs.  It's so fulfilling to help kids read, write, and do math.  It makes me feel like I'm really making a difference for them.  I'm excited for vacations and trips... but not excited for my 4 weeks of summer school from July to August... BOO!!  What was I thinking?? Oh yeah, I was thinking that I want to finally GRADUATE COLLEGE! haha.  It will be worth it, and I'll be glad I took summer classes once they are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpbylbuxTvk/TesV1ukp-FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5j1D0KP7JaQ/s1600/New-York-City-Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpbylbuxTvk/TesV1ukp-FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5j1D0KP7JaQ/s400/New-York-City-Wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614605373226481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsKYgI5Rch0/TesV1xQF35I/AAAAAAAAAfg/z3umieMR5Ro/s1600/DC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsKYgI5Rch0/TesV1xQF35I/AAAAAAAAAfg/z3umieMR5Ro/s400/DC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614605373945536402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES!!! August cannot come soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2922896673611729471?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2922896673611729471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2922896673611729471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2922896673611729471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2922896673611729471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/06/statisticsnightmare.html' title='Statistics=Nightmare'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpbylbuxTvk/TesV1ukp-FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5j1D0KP7JaQ/s72-c/New-York-City-Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4594168810181150360</id><published>2011-06-03T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:22:56.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summatime!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited that it's almost summer.  I am definitely going to be better at blogging during the summer, since I won't be completely swamped with homework! I am going to be taking summer classes for four weeks, from mid-July to mid-August, so that might be a little busier.  Or a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! It's been way too long, and I have never been a very consistent blogger.  This is going to be a short post because I have to dry my hair and head to work very soon.  Things have been pretty hectic for both Neal and me this term.  We are both taking 16 credits and working part-time, and it is just wayyy too much! It's frustrating not being able to spend a lot of time together.  This is why we are SO SO EXCITED that summer is almost here! I can taste it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month (on the 19th) it will be our one-year anniversary and I cannot even believe it!! It seems like this year just went by so fast.  I am so excited to get out of town and celebrate our anniversary together! We have never really had an anniversary of dating before, because as most of you know it was always off and on for us (from middle school on! haha).  So I am psyched to finally have a date to celebrate us!!  In July we get to have a cousins reunion with my dad's side of the family, and I can't wait to see my awesome cousins! It's so rare that we all get together, and even though some people won't get to be there, the majority will be! Woohoo!  Then in August, Neal and I are heading out to Philadelphia to see Neal's oldest brother Matt's brand new twin boys!  It will be so much fun to see them!  We are going to NYC and Washington D.C. as well... my DREAM vacation!!!!  I get giddy just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I promise to update more on here, and I will post pictures and other things as well.  I need to blog more because I don't keep a journal and it's fun to reflect later on.  Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4594168810181150360?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4594168810181150360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4594168810181150360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4594168810181150360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4594168810181150360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/06/summatime.html' title='Summatime!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-732787954448932689</id><published>2011-02-23T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:28:19.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEgRjAvTWjU/TWWXqnGLuGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dUT1ztC6rdI/s1600/LAMBEAU_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEgRjAvTWjU/TWWXqnGLuGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dUT1ztC6rdI/s400/LAMBEAU_450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577030471873443938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 15: A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST GO TO LAMBEAU FIELD!!! This is the number one thing on my Bucket List. I have to go to Green Bay, Wisconsin and buy and cheese head, and watch my Packers play. Ahh, that would be a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-732787954448932689?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/732787954448932689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=732787954448932689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/732787954448932689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/732787954448932689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEgRjAvTWjU/TWWXqnGLuGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dUT1ztC6rdI/s72-c/LAMBEAU_450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-208666775019542946</id><published>2011-02-21T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:08:20.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plsh4ncl7bE/TWLh1qtX7PI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wr4RpbmCv8Q/s1600/liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plsh4ncl7bE/TWLh1qtX7PI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wr4RpbmCv8Q/s400/liz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576267600752012530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 14: A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Liz. She is the best. She has always been a role model for me, and when we're together, we're always laughing. I love my SCHLISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-208666775019542946?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/208666775019542946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=208666775019542946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/208666775019542946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/208666775019542946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plsh4ncl7bE/TWLh1qtX7PI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wr4RpbmCv8Q/s72-c/liz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6215578017070547131</id><published>2011-02-16T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:22:37.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBT7KHZOe3U/TVuISdB6PDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UD_D1vig7gM/s1600/elliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBT7KHZOe3U/TVuISdB6PDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UD_D1vig7gM/s400/elliott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574198814412782642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 13: A picture of your favorite band or artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is the hardest category in the world! It reallllly depends on my mood,  but you just can't go wrong with Elliott Smith. He sings beautiful,  emotional songs, and I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6215578017070547131?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6215578017070547131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6215578017070547131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6215578017070547131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6215578017070547131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBT7KHZOe3U/TVuISdB6PDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UD_D1vig7gM/s72-c/elliott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3103309019091409852</id><published>2011-02-15T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:21:00.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 9, 10, 11, and 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBGzPgGcvEI/TVt9vuRxbrI/AAAAAAAAAec/og57wHmqUSg/s1600/dsc_0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBGzPgGcvEI/TVt9vuRxbrI/AAAAAAAAAec/og57wHmqUSg/s400/dsc_0271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574187222631018162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 9: A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pick just one of them... my parents have always been there for me, and supported me in the important things of my life. They have always been there for me when I've needed them, and they put their kids' needs before their own always. I love them very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOMWBCXgE80/TVuAklvw9lI/AAAAAAAAAek/BG1TVphKxuU/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOMWBCXgE80/TVuAklvw9lI/AAAAAAAAAek/BG1TVphKxuU/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574190329897219666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 10: A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that is an interesting category... I don't really know what it means to do messed up things. I'm just going to tweak it a little and say that this is a picture of the person that I have the most fun with, and that would be one of my best friends, Christina Hughes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6q4ZDutpPE/TVuEmHASHaI/AAAAAAAAAes/U6J081uyEeQ/s1600/hate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K6q4ZDutpPE/TVuEmHASHaI/AAAAAAAAAes/U6J081uyEeQ/s400/hate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574194754051251618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 11: A picture of something you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hate! The thing I dislike most in this world is intolerance, racism, and judgments of others. I think right now that is especially aimed at the Islamic community, and here in Oregon people are racist against Hispanic people. Who are we to think we are better than anyone else? This is the one thing I truly hate to the core of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jWguw22bJA/TVuHLEJgBDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CCHuMgPANE4/s1600/giraffe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9jWguw22bJA/TVuHLEJgBDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/CCHuMgPANE4/s400/giraffe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574197587963020338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Day 12: A picture of something you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love giraffes so much. They are the most beautiful animals in the world, and I would love to have one of my very own! (But only if I had endless acres for him to run around on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBT7KHZOe3U/TVuISdB6PDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UD_D1vig7gM/s1600/elliott.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3103309019091409852?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3103309019091409852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3103309019091409852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3103309019091409852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3103309019091409852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/days-9-10-11-and-12.html' title='Days 9, 10, 11, and 12'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBGzPgGcvEI/TVt9vuRxbrI/AAAAAAAAAec/og57wHmqUSg/s72-c/dsc_0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1096741847312921682</id><published>2011-02-11T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:56:11.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fHgRilf3gM/TVWFMXhNXiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KWGOKNHMqUE/s1600/mepoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fHgRilf3gM/TVWFMXhNXiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KWGOKNHMqUE/s400/mepoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572506561459084834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 8: A picture that makes you laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is me when I was little, and it's embarrassing but sooo funny. I laugh every time I see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1096741847312921682?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1096741847312921682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1096741847312921682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1096741847312921682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1096741847312921682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fHgRilf3gM/TVWFMXhNXiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KWGOKNHMqUE/s72-c/mepoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2033322544554539563</id><published>2011-02-10T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:21:46.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...Days 4, 5, 6, and 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with blogging every day! So here are the 3 days I missed, plus today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: A picture of something you'll miss this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRRbO5yITI/AAAAAAAAAd0/RaCgWH2C09o/s1600/yelapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRRbO5yITI/AAAAAAAAAd0/RaCgWH2C09o/s400/yelapa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572168167262921010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRT7LcynlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gKmzUeQwpTU/s1600/HungryChild1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mexico! I wish we could go back and enjoy the beautiful beaches and exciting activities of Puerto Vallarta! It was an amazing honeymoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGHNHmenl3s/TVRSQlCuxwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7EUffodlFXI/s1600/uswed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGHNHmenl3s/TVRSQlCuxwI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7EUffodlFXI/s400/uswed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572169083739096834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our wedding day! This day was absolutely perfect. I love this man so much, and to know that I get to have him forever is just an AMAZING feeling. All of my memories of Neal are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: A picture of the person you'd love to trade places with for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRT7LcynlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gKmzUeQwpTU/s1600/HungryChild1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRT7LcynlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/gKmzUeQwpTU/s400/HungryChild1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572170915115081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A hungry child. I think that if we each had to actually walk in the shoes of a hungry child, we would be so much more motivated to do something about the problem. There is no reason, in this day and age, that any child should go hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: A picture of your most treasured item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRWdJJzgFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fkBN29lkM6w/s1600/myneal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRWdJJzgFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/fkBN29lkM6w/s400/myneal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572173697637384274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Neal is my most prized possession. I was going to say my wedding ring, but what it symbolizes is my marriage to this wonderful person, who makes me the luckiest girl in the world. I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2033322544554539563?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2033322544554539563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2033322544554539563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2033322544554539563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2033322544554539563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/oopsdays-4-5-6-and-7.html' title='Oops...Days 4, 5, 6, and 7'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TVRRbO5yITI/AAAAAAAAAd0/RaCgWH2C09o/s72-c/yelapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6877746785606710140</id><published>2011-02-05T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:49:51.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 3: A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5QRgoNP0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/BetkR2fXwbY/s1600/theoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5QRgoNP0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/BetkR2fXwbY/s400/theoc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570478050850455362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Neal and I have been  watching The O.C., and I had forgotten how great the show is! I know  it's a little like a soap opera, but it's also like a good book that you  can't put down... Every episode pretty much ends with a cliffhanger,  and leaves you wanting more.  But for this category I couldn't just  choose one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5PulxvPjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tJVbHggjXd4/s1600/scrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5PulxvPjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/tJVbHggjXd4/s400/scrubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570477450937187890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Scrubs is my ultimate favorite show. I love it so much, and have seen every episode sooo many times! It's just a fun show with tons of laughs, and some serious stuff too. Great show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5QqzQOTLI/AAAAAAAAAds/GFP-RYHfpNg/s1600/modern-family-cast-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5QqzQOTLI/AAAAAAAAAds/GFP-RYHfpNg/s400/modern-family-cast-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570478485346864306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And finally, last but not least, this is my favorite show on television right now (up there with The Bachelor)! Modern Family is such a good new show. It is light-hearted and funny, and leaves you feeling good after every episode. I love love love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also really like Lie To Me, The Bachelor, Survivor, Keeping Up With the Kardashians, and Conan O' Brien. Believe it or not, I don't watch a lot of TV, I just like to catch these shows every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6877746785606710140?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6877746785606710140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6877746785606710140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6877746785606710140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6877746785606710140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU5QRgoNP0I/AAAAAAAAAdk/BetkR2fXwbY/s72-c/theoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3814415959556217658</id><published>2011-02-05T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:40:18.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU0MTXPycMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CAdHH4w2VMs/s1600/meandbrother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU0MTXPycMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CAdHH4w2VMs/s400/meandbrother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570121840924455106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Day 2: A picture of you and the person you have been close with the longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My little brother, Ross. He is one of my best friends in the world, and I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3814415959556217658?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3814415959556217658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3814415959556217658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3814415959556217658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3814415959556217658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TU0MTXPycMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CAdHH4w2VMs/s72-c/meandbrother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5286772648099419885</id><published>2011-02-04T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:27:24.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TUxrPMGXN0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/q6WadpoW6Y0/s1600/meonalog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TUxrPMGXN0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/q6WadpoW6Y0/s400/meonalog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569944747840583490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I was married in June to the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have been a Packers fan since I was 6, and will be for the rest of my days!&lt;br /&gt;3. I love traveling! I have been to Mexico, Germany, Austria, Denmark, France, and several states in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a bad habit of always having my hands in my face.&lt;br /&gt;5. My family is the most important thing in the world to me, and I am really close with them.&lt;br /&gt;6. I get scared when I'm home alone at night.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love tutoring medium-sized children.&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite restaurants are Mazzi's and Baja Fresh.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I was fatter.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have at least 10 obscure nicknames for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;11. I can pogo-stick with no hands.&lt;br /&gt;12. I like wearing clothes that are comfortable and don't spend a lot of time worrying about style.&lt;br /&gt;13. I never find clothes that fit me.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am not a dumb blonde.&lt;br /&gt;15. I want to go to Africa someday and hold babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5286772648099419885?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5286772648099419885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5286772648099419885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5286772648099419885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5286772648099419885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/1.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TUxrPMGXN0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/q6WadpoW6Y0/s72-c/meonalog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2629840751138232598</id><published>2011-02-04T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:08:13.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People are doing this on facebook, and I thought it looked like fun! So I will start with Day One today and this will force me to blog more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 1 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 2 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 3 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 4 - A picture of Something youll miss this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 5 - A picture of your favorite memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 6 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 7 - A picture of your most treasured item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 8 - A picture that makes you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 9 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 12 - A picture of something you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 25 - A picture of your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2629840751138232598?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2629840751138232598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2629840751138232598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2629840751138232598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2629840751138232598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-days.html' title='30 days'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4768221258252179680</id><published>2011-01-25T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:55:25.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Wow, it has been wayyyyy too long since my last post. I like reading other people's blogs but never remember to post my own! I have to leave for work in like 20 minutes, so this will be short, but I wanted to write a quick update on our new family (as in, just the 2 of us)! Neal and I have been enjoying this term of school so far. I only go to school twice a week, but also work more on the days I'm not in school.. eh, school, work, who cares?! I'll write about something way more exciting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The BACHELOR! Okay, I told myself that I wasn't going to watch it this season, but then I got bored one day and watched one episode...and got hooked! I wish I had more friends who watch the show... Who is your favorite/least favorite girl? Do you even really like Brad? I think he seems alright, but he IS on TV and people are not themselves on TV a lot of the time. Like Jake, from last season, who seemed like such a catch...and look how that turned out. Ugh. But this season I am kind of having trouble picking a favorite. I think I like this girl so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TT9gxjA0tUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TO6Hm6fw9PQ/s1600/Ashley%2BS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TT9gxjA0tUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TO6Hm6fw9PQ/s400/Ashley%2BS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566274068781774146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ashley S. She just seems really down-to-earth and fun. A lot of the other girls are just drama drama drama...like Ashley H, and the devil herself, Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TT9hPpw45vI/AAAAAAAAAdA/82wri4IdVkY/s1600/michellem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TT9hPpw45vI/AAAAAAAAAdA/82wri4IdVkY/s400/michellem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566274585990063858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This girl is wayyy too conceited. I cannot STAND the way she talks to the camera, as if she's the only girl good enough for anyone. I say nasty words when she's on the screen! haha. She's seriously crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then there's Emily, who just seems a little too robotic to me.. She's like REALLY pretty but so fake looking, and she doesn't seem to be over her ex-husband at all. Okay, I need some opinions, so I hope people comment on this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Other than The Bachelor, things have been kind of interesting... in a bad way. I've been having some health issues. Neal is trying to get me to go to the doctor, and I really should but I always seem to have bad experiences with doctors. Plus we don't have insurance, although we'll be getting it in March. I've had some chest issues, weird heartbeats, lung problems, cold symptoms, stiff neck, achy joints, you name it! It's just so annoying to always have something wrong. I don't want to be a whiny baby all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I have to get to work, but I am seriously going to blog more. I miss it... It's so nice to have a place to express myself! COMMENT on the bachelor stuff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4768221258252179680?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4768221258252179680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4768221258252179680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4768221258252179680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4768221258252179680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2011/01/bachelor-anyone.html' title='The Bachelor Anyone?'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TT9gxjA0tUI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TO6Hm6fw9PQ/s72-c/Ashley%2BS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1250170101056626102</id><published>2010-09-10T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:31:07.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz's Amazing Signs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;My sister Liz makes these amazing  signs and I want to share them with you! She sells the larger ones for  $25 and the smaller for $22. She can make them with names on them (like  in the following pictures) and she also makes Christmas signs, and  pretty much any kind of sign you can think of! She can do anything  (font, style, color, etc.) that you want! These make GREAT  Christmas/birthday presents! Let me know if you're interested!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For a kid's bedroom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGS6-TazI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oSG0cKi6I6I/s1600/LizTYLER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGS6-TazI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oSG0cKi6I6I/s400/LizTYLER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368353294936882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the outside of the house, perhaps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGSHe8KaI/AAAAAAAAAck/n5qGB5NijVc/s1600/LizSPRAGUE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGSHe8KaI/AAAAAAAAAck/n5qGB5NijVc/s400/LizSPRAGUE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368339473181090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This one is ours! Isn't it great?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGRpxSqeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xuUBw7x1Uhw/s1600/LizSCHAPPER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGRpxSqeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xuUBw7x1Uhw/s400/LizSCHAPPER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368331497089506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This one is a household of duck and beaver fans! So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGQ6GVA2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ktHPGRf_F6c/s1600/LizPIRES2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGQ6GVA2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ktHPGRf_F6c/s400/LizPIRES2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368318700421986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This one you could add to when the other kids get married and have their own kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGQYivpJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VLatafh6pUo/s1600/LizPIRES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGQYivpJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/VLatafh6pUo/s400/LizPIRES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368309692802194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGDbEUGEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9j8einLO5WE/s1600/LizMIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGDbEUGEI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9j8einLO5WE/s400/LizMIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368087032174658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGC6VMjMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UxTDeY32PCk/s1600/LizMEYERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGC6VMjMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/UxTDeY32PCk/s400/LizMEYERS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368078244613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGCWb9uxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Kp1hVY_Exw0/s1600/LizKATLYN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGCWb9uxI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Kp1hVY_Exw0/s400/LizKATLYN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368068609325842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGCJAljEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Q-hsGjGXbbI/s1600/LizEMILY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGCJAljEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Q-hsGjGXbbI/s400/LizEMILY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368065004833858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGBmmqGnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XTTu7jgbVzQ/s1600/LizALYSHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGBmmqGnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XTTu7jgbVzQ/s400/LizALYSHA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368055769274994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1250170101056626102?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1250170101056626102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1250170101056626102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1250170101056626102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1250170101056626102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/09/lizs-amazing-signs.html' title='Liz&apos;s Amazing Signs!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIqGS6-TazI/AAAAAAAAAcs/oSG0cKi6I6I/s72-c/LizTYLER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-47389270488658791</id><published>2010-09-08T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:04:48.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have two VERY talented family members. They are so crafty and amazing! I wish I could make the stuff they make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry is to showcase my cousin Chandra's beautiful products! She has cute hand-crafted cards, hair clips, earrings, and more! Here are some pictures of her goods that are for sale! Let me know if you are interested in purchasing them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;BROACHES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYTIbOBOI/AAAAAAAAAak/YZGeT2wRRJ0/s1600/chanbroach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYTIbOBOI/AAAAAAAAAak/YZGeT2wRRJ0/s400/chanbroach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684460673402082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;HAIR CLIPS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYleTxWFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WveaGW81ggQ/s1600/chanhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYleTxWFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WveaGW81ggQ/s400/chanhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684775785388114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;EARRINGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYkw7yvQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3lkrn3LNVVk/s1600/chanearrings4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYkw7yvQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3lkrn3LNVVk/s400/chanearrings4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684763605220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYkYtpx3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/5VgoOa80UI4/s1600/chanearrings3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYkYtpx3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/5VgoOa80UI4/s400/chanearrings3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684757103462258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYUmZRnDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/odrr5ZhLZYw/s1600/chanearrings2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYUmZRnDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/odrr5ZhLZYw/s400/chanearrings2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684485898181682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYUQUVXVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iRuaNElY738/s1600/chanearrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYUQUVXVI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iRuaNElY738/s400/chanearrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684479971876178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;HAIR CLIPS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYT7ixEDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/m8jr3IDnfDU/s1600/chanclips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYT7ixEDI/AAAAAAAAAa0/m8jr3IDnfDU/s400/chanclips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684474395267122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, are these Oregon Duck hair clips not the cutest things you have EVER seen?? They're amazing!!!! And SUPER cheap too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;CARDS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYTssxehI/AAAAAAAAAas/dnI5eZaybjY/s1600/chancards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYTssxehI/AAAAAAAAAas/dnI5eZaybjY/s400/chancards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514684470410705426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She also can custom design journals, notebooks, and lots of other fun things! She has headbands for sale as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chandra's business is called CCS. If you're interested in her products you can call this number:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;541-747-1722&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or just ask me about them and I can help you get in contact with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-47389270488658791?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/47389270488658791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=47389270488658791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/47389270488658791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/47389270488658791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-sale.html' title='For Sale!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/TIgYTIbOBOI/AAAAAAAAAak/YZGeT2wRRJ0/s72-c/chanbroach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6186533623078701600</id><published>2010-08-30T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:43:32.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I decided I am going to blog more now so that I am keeping a journal online. Today I have been thinking a lot about judgmental people and the damage they do to themselves and others. I just read someone's blog entry and I could not BELIEVE how rude and judgmental it sounded. We all have so much to work on to make ourselves perfect and we should not be focusing on what we think are other people's faults. When we do that, we are sinning just as much or more as that person we are judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday this man that I had never seen before came into church. He was wearing torn jeans, a dirty t-shirt, had long, stringy hair, and was covered in tattoos. He even had them on his face. He sat on the same pew as me, and right next to an older male member of the church. Don't get me wrong... he was not someone that I would approach on a dark night in an alleyway, but he made the effort to come to church and no one knows what kind of person he is. So I shook his hand and introduced myself. His name was George. Neal shook his hand too, and it wasn't until after we shook his hand that the guy next to him even said a word to him. I just think that if ANYONE is coming to church and wanting to see what it's like or make a change in their lives then we should be a positive influence to them. If we back away from them and make them feel like they're too different to talk to, what kind of impact will that have? Is that what Jesus would have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could just spread a little love around, make people smile, and constantly be thinking of what we could do for others, the world would be such a better place. We don't want people judging us in a negative way, so why judge others? It is NOT our place to judge anyone, ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6186533623078701600?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6186533623078701600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6186533623078701600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6186533623078701600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6186533623078701600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/08/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1605733657674611678</id><published>2010-08-25T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:43:55.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNwl6UfOI/AAAAAAAAAac/fP3SamkBQdM/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNwl6UfOI/AAAAAAAAAac/fP3SamkBQdM/s400/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465585107631330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been far too long since the last time I wrote a blog entry! Things have been crazy so far this summer. I got MARRIED on June 19th to the love of my life and I am SO happy. I have the most fun with him! Neal is my perfect man. This summer has been  a mixture of emotions. We have had 4 deaths in the family, and two of them were VERY unexpected. It's been really hard to cope with those deaths of people that Neal and I loved very much. We've been trying to keep them in our memories while also trying to enjoy our first summer as husband and wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June we were married, then we went on our honeymoon to Puerto Vallarta for a week. We stayed in the nicest hotel EVER and did lots of activities while we were there. It was perfect weather and SO beautiful down there. I'll put up some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNd3kmV0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/fCUH8Fsg9Gw/s1600/grandmayan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNd3kmV0I/AAAAAAAAAZs/fCUH8Fsg9Gw/s400/grandmayan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465263430850370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNwREyQXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/afC6MxLjl0w/s1600/ravine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNwREyQXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/afC6MxLjl0w/s400/ravine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465579514380658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In July we really got to see what the married life would be like...working opposite schedules and barely seeing each other. We worked a lot in July to try and make up for the time we missed work for the wedding and honeymoon. In late July we went to my mom's side of the family reunion in La Pine and stayed in a small rustic cabin with my parents. We had a memorial service for my Uncle Francois who had passed away from cancer on June 17th. Every year we have a WASHER tournament. Washers is a family game and we've had tournaments for years. Well, Neal won last year and then he won AGAIN this year!!! haha so no one in the family wants him to come back next year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNezhPS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/JvGoawAA0YM/s1600/lapine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNezhPS7I/AAAAAAAAAaE/JvGoawAA0YM/s400/lapine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465279522884530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;August has been pretty busy also. A few weeks ago we went to Neal's friend Stephen's wedding. It was in his parents' backyard and it was beautiful! We recently went on vacation to Seattle. On the way there we stopped in Castle Rock and visited my cousins there. In Seattle we went to a Seahawks vs. Packers game, and my Packers won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNek0WtXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/54bIBkmsOwY/s1600/greenbay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNek0WtXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/54bIBkmsOwY/s400/greenbay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465275576530290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNeMXIKJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9zLmLj9ev3Q/s1600/greenaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNeMXIKJI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/9zLmLj9ev3Q/s400/greenaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465269011490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was really fun because everyone around us was rooting for Seattle and we would score and I'd jump up and celebrate! I didn't care if people threw things at me or told me to sit down! How often do I get to see a Packers game live? NEVER! I was so happy that we won. After Seattle we headed to Mount St. Helens and hiked around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNvyDsmII/AAAAAAAAAaM/Tcuzn5jGDeg/s1600/mtsthelen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNvyDsmII/AAAAAAAAAaM/Tcuzn5jGDeg/s400/mtsthelen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465571188316290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNdSwblGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4lTH_uzEubA/s1600/hotman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNdSwblGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4lTH_uzEubA/s400/hotman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465253548364898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went to a museum and watched a couple videos. That part was really boring actually, but it was cool to see the mountain. On the way back home we stopped in Portland and ate at Rheinlander German Restaurant with my cousin Jenni. It was realllllly tasty, and great to catch up with her! We had a lot of fun that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came home from Seattle our fridge broke and all of our food was warm and moldy. It was really disgusting. We called our landlords and even though everyone had warned us that they might try to pull a fast one, they were really cool about it. In fact, today they had some guys take away our old fridge and replace it with a new one! So now I can go grocery shopping and we'll actually have milk to go on our cereal tomorrow morning! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really great for me. There have been some sad things going on, we've had family issues, I don't love my job, and other bad stuff but I've really learned not to focus on the negative. You'll find that more positive things seem to happen to you when you are trying to focus on the good in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fall I will be going back to school. I am VERY nervous. I haven't been to school in nearly 3 years. I have a class with Neal, so that will be nice. We only have to buy one set of books for that class! Woohoo! I hope that I like school a little better this time, and can pinpoint exactly what it is I'd like to be doing with my life. I know that I want to work with kids, but I'm not sure if I want to be a teacher. We'll have to see. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my post, and I'll try to be better at posting on a WEEKLY basis. That's my goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1605733657674611678?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1605733657674611678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1605733657674611678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1605733657674611678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1605733657674611678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/08/about-time.html' title='About TIME!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/THWNwl6UfOI/AAAAAAAAAac/fP3SamkBQdM/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6486466871928147355</id><published>2010-05-25T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:02:45.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wedding and a Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately things have been pretty intense. There is just SO MUCH going on that sometimes I get lost inside my own head. I convince myself that something is going on one day when it's really not until the following week. So let me let you in on what's been going on. First of all, last Friday at 1:30AM Neal's grandmother passed away. She had been living with Neal's parents and had sort of been on a roller coaster with her health. Some days she was out socializing and seemed pretty healthy, and other days she'd be in bed and not talking or feeling well at all. She lived to be 89 years old and had a really long and eventful life. She had been excited to pass on and see her husband and family again, so this was really a blessing for her. Although it's a blessing, it's still hard for the family to have her gone. She was always so kind to everyone and the family has lots of good memories. Her funeral service will be tomorrow, so I got the day off work on one of our busiest days of the year. It's pretty crazy. Anyway, Neal's brothers are both flying in late tonight to be here for the funeral, and so are his aunts. It will be nice to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S_wsgM-H8FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ye-ekQPkYzE/s1600/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S_wsgM-H8FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ye-ekQPkYzE/s400/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475300178724909138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wedding plans are coming to an end as we are getting ready for the big day. We are just touching up some little stuff and hoping it all works out nicely. There are only 25 days left and I AM SO EXCITED I can hardly stand it! Our place is starting to look more and more like a home, with our furniture that came two weeks ago, and our bed that just came today! I can't wait to live there with Neal and play house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here until the wedding things are going to be HECTIC. I'm just going to have to accept that fact! We have talks in church to give, temple prep classes to finish, one more bridal shower, my cousin's graduation party, my Uncle Francois to visit in Portland, the funeral, the bachelor/ette parties, rehearsal dinner, and, of course, the wedding day. That's DEFINITELY not all, but I don't want to write out a huge list that no one would be interested in seeing but me! haha. Our honeymoon is going to be such a stress release. We'll just be able to relax and enjoy each other and not have to worry about any huge, looming event coming up in the future. That will be pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S_wsgXiGPqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RxyByhBuIO0/s1600/HOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S_wsgXiGPqI/AAAAAAAAAZA/RxyByhBuIO0/s400/HOT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475300181560147618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I want you all to know how much I love my Neal. He is so good to me, and always puts me first. He puts up with me when I am being a baby and whining about all the stuff we have to do, and he just helps me relax so much. Neal is the kindest person I have ever met. Sometimes I am in a bad mood and I'm snippy with him and he doesn't EVER get defensive, he just shrugs it off and tries to make me feel better. He even apologizes when it's NOT his fault. He's dealing with my emotional girl crap VERY well. I am just so blessed to have him. He brings a balance to my life and keeps me sane. Plus he's like RIDICULOUSLY handsome. I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6486466871928147355?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6486466871928147355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6486466871928147355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6486466871928147355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6486466871928147355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-wedding-and-funeral.html' title='One Wedding and a Funeral'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S_wsgM-H8FI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ye-ekQPkYzE/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3992068169888710467</id><published>2010-04-29T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:36:06.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, sweet honeymoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I cannot WAIT to go here!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://grand-mayan-palace.com/Grand_Mayan_Nuevo_Vallarta_night_time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 152px;" src="http://grand-mayan-palace.com/Grand_Mayan_Nuevo_Vallarta_night_time.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.globalresortsnetwork.net/images/gmw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.globalresortsnetwork.net/images/gmw2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dreamsrsi.com/admin/imagelist/Grand%20Mayan%20Nuevo%20Vallarta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 156px;" src="http://dreamsrsi.com/admin/imagelist/Grand%20Mayan%20Nuevo%20Vallarta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drakeandcavendish.com/user_media/gallery/73917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.drakeandcavendish.com/user_media/gallery/73917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3992068169888710467?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3992068169888710467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3992068169888710467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3992068169888710467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3992068169888710467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-sweet-honeymoon.html' title='Sweet, sweet honeymoon...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1301657193412387722</id><published>2010-04-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:50:01.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House (BEFORE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neal and I are about to be married, so of course we  needed to find a place to live. I didn't want to live in an apartment  for many reasons, one being that I wouldn't feel safe, one being that  it's the same price as or more expensive than some duplexes or houses  you can rent, and it feels more like you have a house. We have been  looking ever since January, just to see what we like. Well, Neal was  obviously going to move in first and get things ready for when I move  in, but we weren't going to really commit to a place until about a month  before the wedding. One day I was just driving around and this one  rental caught my eye. It's over in the Kelly's Butte area towards the  bottom of the hill, and it looks like a house, not a duplex. We knocked  on the door and the landlord let us come inside. It was beautiful. It's a  2-bedroom, 2-bathroom, 2-level duplex with a nice big kitchen and  living room and one-car garage. It came with a washer and dryer. It was  SO CLEAN. The landlords (married older couple) kept it immaculate. The  blinds were clean, the walls were freshly painted, the carpets has just  been shampooed, etc. We fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9lSB6ejI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h87hwdZ2jxw/s1600/100_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9lSB6ejI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h87hwdZ2jxw/s320/100_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271064844106290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was April 3rd when we saw it  for the first time and we told them the next day that we wanted it! We  knew that if we didn't act fast that someone else would snatch it up! So  on April 12th we got the keys and started moving Neal in! Oh my gosh,  it is soooo exciting! I just love the place, and even without furniture  or any of my stuff in it yet, it feels like home! I'm going to put some  pictures on here but keep in mind that I haven't decorated yet and it's  Neal's bachelor pad right now. So these will be the "before" pictures,  and the after probably won't be up until I'm all moved in and things are  situated. (Sometime in late June!) TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-5h2oZYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BcfFBCOgN1Q/s1600/100_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-5h2oZYI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BcfFBCOgN1Q/s200/100_0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272512200762754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-5SoR1gI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F4XeX9cM-_A/s1600/100_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-5SoR1gI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F4XeX9cM-_A/s200/100_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272508114032130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-4yegtOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1ntDfgwhuAg/s1600/100_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-niQkgaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FLFBqTIPNYg/s200/100_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272203071914402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-nV8unQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VjZmYx4BiI0/s1600/100_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-nV8unQI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VjZmYx4BiI0/s200/100_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272199767465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-mwkohmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZZ2gScP4_rk/s1600/100_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-mwkohmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ZZ2gScP4_rk/s200/100_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272189734291042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-mmE8qHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_Abr2zvA7q4/s1600/100_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T-mmE8qHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_Abr2zvA7q4/s200/100_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272186917038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9mRJ-FBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/i0wKm0-T2_o/s1600/100_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9mRJ-FBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/i0wKm0-T2_o/s320/100_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271081789330450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9l_q4FCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Taieg8pHzLE/s1600/100_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9l_q4FCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Taieg8pHzLE/s320/100_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271077095511074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9lSB6ejI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h87hwdZ2jxw/s1600/100_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9kyYkRMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/A5k6LYUHp00/s1600/100_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9kyYkRMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/A5k6LYUHp00/s320/100_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271056349185218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9ka0XxCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HARkJArHQEc/s1600/100_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9ka0XxCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HARkJArHQEc/s320/100_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464271050023355426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1301657193412387722?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1301657193412387722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1301657193412387722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1301657193412387722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1301657193412387722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-new-house-before.html' title='Our New House (BEFORE)'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9T9lSB6ejI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/h87hwdZ2jxw/s72-c/100_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5175530418214543265</id><published>2010-04-22T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:56:09.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Skinny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9DwCz8i98I/AAAAAAAAAW4/u0ZntZnfVu4/s1600/not+good+enough.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9DwCz8i98I/AAAAAAAAAW4/u0ZntZnfVu4/s320/not+good+enough.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463130279094974402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quick to get offended. I've learned that it's a choice you  make. I get my feelings hurt sometimes though. For example, a woman and  her 3 friends (about 45 years old) came in for the buffet at Papa's last week. I  was just making pizza alone and Jen was taking their order. I look over  and one of them is staring at me, and I say "Can I help you?" and she  says, "DO YOU EAT?!!" and I say, "Umm, excuse me?" and she says, "It  really doesn't look like you eat at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that supposed to be a compliment, or a joke, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me tell you  something... I know that I am skinny. There's no hiding it. But it's  something I've ALWAYS been self-conscious about. I've gone to the  doctor, I've talked to my parents, I've cried over it, but there's no  changing it and now I've accepted that I just cannot gain weight. I have  a fast metabolism. So anyway, you'd think since I have accepted this  that this stupid woman wouldn't have an effect on me. Well, you thought  wrong. I wanted to punch her square in the jaw. I mean, she's never even  spoken to me and then out of nowhere she says THAT. In front of her  gaggle of friends, laughing as if there's something amazingly comical  about my body. It's not a good feeling, ya know? But do you know what I mean? I would never go up to a fat person and  say, "You need to go on a diet! Geez you're fat!!!!!!" It's just rude,  and I don't think that people realize that it's rude to ALL shapes and  sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking "What's the big deal? Everyone wants to be thin, and you should feel lucky." Well, it is a big deal. When I was in high school I had a best friend and we were inseparable. She was athletic (a hurdler) and as a freshman she made it to the varsity track team. Guys liked her... a lot. I was always jealous of her body, which to me was perfect. But apparently to her, her body wasn't perfect. During our senior year she started to not eat. She told me that she wanted to look like me. It was bewildering to me, because I was always complaining about my body and how I wished I could put on weight because I was tired of just being skin and bones. Pretty soon her condition got pretty bad. She was hospitalized and taken to a special clinic where they ran tests on her and kept a close watch on her health. It was one of the scariest things I had ever faced. I don't think that she ever realized how much it actually affected me. I always wrote her letters and called her when I could get through, and I just really tried to love and support her as much as possible. Pretty soon though, our friendship faded. Her dad and step-mom forbade her from seeing me, as I was "a bad influence" on her eating habits. EXCUSE ME?! I cannot help the way I look and to forbid your daughter from hanging out with her once-best friend because of the way I look? Well, I thought that it would pass and we'd be great friends still. It didn't. I still think about that friendship before the disease. It was amazing. We did everything together. I guess that is a big reason I am SO emotional about my body, and comments that are made. It makes me FURIOUS to no end. My best friend was anorexic and it is REAL. How dare you say anything to make fun of a person's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is long and kind of random, but hopefully it opens some eyes. What you say to people, whether positive or negative, affects their self-image. It's just never funny to make fun of someone's personal appearance, even if you're "just joking around."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5175530418214543265?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5175530418214543265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5175530418214543265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5175530418214543265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5175530418214543265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-skinny.html' title='Too Skinny'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S9DwCz8i98I/AAAAAAAAAW4/u0ZntZnfVu4/s72-c/not+good+enough.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1863874511030019317</id><published>2010-04-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:40:28.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Blogger? We'll See!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today has been a really good Sunday for me. Church was really great, and I enjoyed all of the speakers. I got to have dinner with my family, and moved some stuff into our new place. Then I was visit taught by Sister Jolley and Shelbie Cole. I love having Sister Jolley as my visiting teacher! She is just so sweet and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I decided I'm going to try to be a better blogger. It's so hard for me to do... I don't know why. I just convince myself that I'm too busy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am facing sort of a dilemma. I think a lot of brides face the same thing. When you get married it's like EVERYONE expects to be invited to the wedding. Well, the reality is, there are a lot of people we'd like to invite that we just can't. It's nothing personal, we LOVE you, it's just that we both have extraordinarily large families. The place where we are having the ring ceremony and reception only holds a certain amount of people, therefore we cannot just say to everyone at church that all are welcome. We have to limit our numbers. So if you do not get an invitation it's not because we don't love you. It's because if we invite you, we have to invite this person, this person, and this person... and it's just an endless number. I'm really sorry. I love you all, and wish that every single person could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for today and no pictures... how boring! See ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1863874511030019317?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1863874511030019317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1863874511030019317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1863874511030019317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1863874511030019317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-blogger-well-see.html' title='Better Blogger? We&apos;ll See!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5296147139952048805</id><published>2010-04-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:02:38.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan and Neal Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S8aIa7Q6EuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Vhuu64fe8Q8/s1600/cook065.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a terrible blogger. There is so much going on right now, and it is exciting and fun but also stressful!!! I'll blog in categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal and I found a place to live! I am not moving in until we're married, but he has been moving in this week! It is so exciting to know where we are going to live and to picture our lives together there. We bought toilet paper and canned food and tissues and cereal and body wash and just all the essentials for when we start our new married life! Neal moved a bed in yesterday but he hasn't stayed the night there yet. Our address is 475 Wallace Lane! It's near Value Village at the bottom of Kelly's Butte hill. It's a 2-story, 2-bedroom, 2-bathroom duplex and we absolutely LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neal in Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal went to Utah for a mission reunion and to visit his brother Dane and his wife Jamie! He had a lot of fun while he was there. He loved seeing and catching up with the guys he served his mission with. He was only gone for the weekend but it was great for him to get to go! (Even though I missed him lots).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding Plans Thus Far&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Weddings are crazy... why didn't someone tell me?!? There is SO MUCH to remember! We just reserved our tables and chairs yesterday and it was nice to FINALLY get that done. We have finished making our invitations and just have to stuff envelopes and get them in the mail. I am hoping to do that this weekend or early next week. I have set the date for my family and friends bridal shower (May 15th) and just have to work on getting a list of invitees. My dress is currently in alterations at David's Bridal and I get it back May 7th. My brother is going to be playing a whole bunch of songs at the wedding, and I am SO EXCITED to hear him play. You should be too, he's amazing. We are thinking of getting a DJ so that we don't have to worry about an ipod and having a family member run it. We want our loved ones to be enjoying themselves! So we are meeting with a guy I work with, who happens to be a great wedding DJ, tomorrow night after work. What else... I don't know! Ask me if I've done it and I'll tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is just so dang busy these days! My thoughts are always jumbled because there is just so much to remember! Neal is in school and working and I am working full time and we hardly get time together. Like today for example I worked 9-5 and he had school then work til 6 and so it would SEEM like we'd have an evening together. But he has an exam tomorrow that he has to study for and I am trying to work on invitations and pack some things in boxes to move over to the duplex and by the time he's done studying it will be 11pm and he will come over and we'll both be exhausted so we'll watch an episode of Seinfeld (we're on a Seinfeld kick right now) and fall asleep. Then I'll wake him up and make him go home before too late. I just wish our schedules matched up a little better. It gets hard to go days without spending REAL time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Does anyone else watch this show? Okay, I know that a lot of the contestants aren't as good as past shows, but I do have my favorites. GUYS: I like Andrew (although he needs to get his act together) and I like Lee. I never liked Kasey until his rendition of "Jealous Guy" by John Lennon, which was amazing and made me see him in a new light. I don't like Tim or Aaron or Big Mike. I think he's wayyyy too cocky. GIRLS: I like Crystal. I likeD Siobhan but now she's gotten worse. I don't especially like Katie. She's okay sometimes but boring. Anyway, let me know your faves!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Engagement Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone has probably seen these on facebook already, but I will post some on here so that this isn't just a rambling post with no pictures. Here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S8aIa7Q6EuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Vhuu64fe8Q8/s1600/cook065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S8aIa7Q6EuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Vhuu64fe8Q8/s320/cook065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460201594399888098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5296147139952048805?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5296147139952048805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5296147139952048805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5296147139952048805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5296147139952048805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/04/susan-and-neal-update.html' title='Susan and Neal Update'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/S8aIa7Q6EuI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Vhuu64fe8Q8/s72-c/cook065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2568012714063076492</id><published>2010-02-25T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:16:18.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacuzzi Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;So I am really bad at blogging lately, but I don't really feel like anyone reads my blogs anyway so I guess it's no big deal! I just like to type some things out and keep this as sort of a personal journal that others can read if they want. Life has been pretty good since my last post. I am so lucky to have such an awesome family, great friends, and an amazing fiance! Wedding plans have really been coming along, although it's been somewhat stressful and hard in some areas. We still have a LOT to do! But I am going to summarize what we have done so far, mostly for my own benefit, but also so that you can get a taste of what the wedding will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PLACE:&lt;br /&gt;We are renting the Blue Rooster Bed and Breakfast for the weekend of the 18th-20th. I love that we get the WHOLE weekend and don't have to share with anyone else. That will give us time to decorate and set everything up the day before and not be so stressed on Saturday morning. We are going to be sealed in the Portland Temple that morning at 9AM, and then are driving down to Eugene for the ring ceremony/reception. The ceremony will take place in a huge barn built in 1898 with restored hardwood floors. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DRESS:&lt;br /&gt;Only cost me $350! I got so lucky! I love my dress. I need to have some alterations made though. I got my dress at David's Bridal and it is strapless. I need to make it temple-ready, so I really am lost about what to do. I am going to try to talk to some people from church and see who would feel comfortable doing it for me (and of course pay them for it!) If you know anyone who is really good and comfortable with doing alterations for bridal gowns LET ME KNOW. I will love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHOTOGRAPHY:&lt;br /&gt;Neal and I just figured out our photographer on Tuesday. We met with a lady we had briefly seen at the Eugene Bridal Show named Tiffany Paull. We met with her at Starbucks and she showed us some of the albums she makes (gorgeous) and also talked with us about her different pricing options and packages. She has such a fun personality and I can tell we are really going to like her. We are doing our engagement photos with her on March 7th. Check out her website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HONEYMOON (WAHOO!!!):&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that Neal and I are REALLY lucky. We get to go to Puerto Vallarta for our honeymoon, and stay in a BEAUTIFUL hotel. It's the coolest place I've ever seen. Dane and Jamie (Neal's brother and sister-in-law) are letting us use a week of their timeshare. The hotel would have cost $2,700 and we are just paying $240 to stay there the whole week! It's unreal. Our hotel room is HUGE and it has a JACUZZI TUB in the bathroom!! While we are there we are going to do so many amazing activities. We are going to get a couples massage at a spa nearby, we're going on a jungle adventure riding mules up a hill and careening down a waterfall, we're doing 1,000 foot long, 250 foot high ziplines through the beautiful jungle trees. We are going on a dinner cruise to an isolated island to watch an old pagan ritual fire dance and eat a fancy candlelight dinner, and afterwards there will be music and dancing beneath the stars on the boat ride back to our hotel. We are also going to a secluded island during the day to do some kayaking, snorkeling, and cooking lessons and to just relax on the beach together. It's going to be such a fun and romantic week! I CANNOT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that's just some of the progress we've made. We still have A TON of things to get done. I would LOVE some feedback if you have anything to say! I'm so ready for it to be June 19th! I'm so in LOVE with my Neal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2568012714063076492?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2568012714063076492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2568012714063076492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2568012714063076492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2568012714063076492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/02/jacuzzi-tub.html' title='Jacuzzi Tub'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1948926021160222303</id><published>2010-01-16T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:43:57.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It has been a while since my last post! Things are looking good as far as the wedding goes.. I'll update what we know so far. Well, our wedding date is June 19th, 2010. We already have our temple reservations and my endowment session is scheduled for June 16th. We are nervous right now because we are not sure if Neal's oldest brother Matt will make it to the wedding. He lives in Pennsylvania and he is enrolled in dental school, and his finals are the week before our wedding. He might even have one as late as Friday. We are hoping beyond hope that he can make it to the wedding. Even if he has to fly through the night to make it. It would be so worth it to have him (and his wife Ashley) here for our big day. We tried to see what other dates were open but the only one was 4th of July weekend, and my sister and Dan will be in Italy during that time. So anyway, we will have the wedding ceremony and reception that evening at the Blue Rooster Bed and Breakfast in Veneta. It is BEAUTIFUL out there. So, we have our place, our date, our wedding party, bridesmaid dresses, and I just bought the wedding favors! This month we also have to find a photographer (although we have one we really like in mind... we just need to see if he has our date available), get our engagement photos done, book our honeymoon hotel and flights, and other things. It has been very stressful this month with Neal's brother and trying to figure out a way for him to come. We have been praying about it though, and we have faith that something will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides wedding stuff, there has been some other things going on. My brother moved out yesterday and is living across town with some of his friends from work. I already miss having him here at home with me. It will be hard, but I guess it's a little taste of what it will be like when I move out with Neal when we are married. I haven't seen Ross's house yet, but I'm sure it is awesome, and I hope he loves it. I love him! Also, Neal and I have been realllllly blessed. His step-dad Dave is in the Navy Reserves and so Neal was notified in October that he could qualify for some benefits for college from the VA. Well, it had been a while since they had contact with Neal so we were thinking he wasn't going to get anything, when out of the blue he got a letter stating what kind of benefits he would be getting. THEY WAVED HIS TUITION!!! Oh man, we couldn't believe it!! It's such a huge blessing because we had been trying to think how we were going to budget enough to pay for school and living expenses and this is just going to make a HUGE difference! So we are totally pumped about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal has been working for Hallmark at VRC and also at State Farm Insurance and going to school, so he has been a busy boy. Today he is quitting Hallmark though so that he has a little more free time. But he has picked up a little job tutoring a sophomore in high school in Spanish. He has really enjoyed putting his Spanish to good use! He has been speaking it at State Farm also, so he is getting a lot of practice! His classes right now are Economics, Accounting, and Writing. He is really enjoying accounting classes and is thinking of making that his career path, but of course he has time to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my family, Dan and Liz are going to Europe this summer, as I mentioned earlier. They will be spending about 2 weeks in Italy, France, and Germany. Oh man, I am so jealous! But I'm really happy for them because they have been planning this trip for a long time! My parents are just working like normal. Dad is going to southern California for a business trip at the beginning of February for a few days. That should be fun for him. My parents are going to be empty-nesters soon, and I don't know what they will do! Haha, they'll have to find some hobbies together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal and I are doing great. I love him with all my heart, and I really cannot wait to marry him. I wish I could fast-forward to that time, but I am enjoying being engaged and trying to enjoy planning the wedding! It gets hard sometimes but I just have to remember how lucky and blessed I am to have such a perfect person in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve him... GAH! Okay. Anyway, I'll try to update more often! Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1948926021160222303?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1948926021160222303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1948926021160222303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1948926021160222303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1948926021160222303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2010/01/plans.html' title='PLANS'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7583560689499672504</id><published>2009-11-24T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:05:43.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I get discouraged. Everyone does. For me it's my job that brings me down a lot, or the fact that I hardly get to see my fiance. But this time of year always makes me realize: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have A LOT to be thankful for!&lt;/span&gt; And here's my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-i have a fiance who loves me and cares about me more than anyone ever has.&lt;br /&gt;-i have a loving family who is weird and silly and fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;-i have a roof over my head, a full tummy, and plenty of cold, fresh water to drink!&lt;br /&gt;-i'm getting married... in less than 7 months!&lt;br /&gt;-i have a car that gets me where i need to go (even if it is missing a hubcap!)&lt;br /&gt;-i have a job in a really hard economic time... and i occasionally make tips!&lt;br /&gt;-i have plenty of warm clothes for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;-i have the blessings of technology at my fingertips (phone, laptop, ipod, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-my packers are on a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;winning streak!&lt;br /&gt;-i have a church filled with people who love and adore me.&lt;br /&gt;-i have friends who lift me up and encourage me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all the many blessings in my life, why don't I do more to lend a helping hand to others who are not so fortunate? I don't do it enough. I am setting a goal (yes, goal-setting is not just for New Year's) to do an act of service every day. Yesterday my act of service was to offer consistent rides to a boy at my work who has been riding his bike in the rain. Today I have not yet sought out service opportunities. I should always be STRIVING to serve someone! It makes me feel sooo good to uplift someone or just help in an obvious way. I would encourage everyone to HELP a fellow neighbor, co-worker, sibling, parent, or friend... or even a complete stranger, and let the smile on their face fill you with satisfaction and happiness that you were able to make their day brighter by being in it! I'm telling you... when there are problems in your life, take the focus off yourself and start SERVING. You will definitely find happiness that comes back around to you! I love you if you're reading this, and I am THANKFUL that you are in my life! Happy Thanksgiving Eve Eve! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7583560689499672504?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7583560689499672504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7583560689499672504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7583560689499672504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7583560689499672504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4420909650294861526</id><published>2009-11-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:47:35.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been awhile. I'm terrible at blogging. Trust me, it is not for a lack of exciting events to blog about... I have plenty to say. Where to start... There are A LOT of good things going on in my life that I am excited about. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got my wedding dress.&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday I went to David's Bridal with the intention of TRYING ON DRESSES, and specifically told my mom and sister not to let me buy anything. See, I knew they wouldn't have the type of modest dress that I wanted. I figured I would have to go somewhere far away and find a temple-ready dress. But I fell in love! It is beautiful...and you'll have to wait to see it. I ordered it in my size and it doesn't come until March. Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. We set our date/got our venue!&lt;/span&gt; June 19th, 2010 I will be Susan Renee Schapper, and the LUCKIEST girl on this planet! We are doing the temple ceremony in the morning on that day, and then going to Blue Rooster Bed and Breakfast for the ring ceremony and reception. It is so beautiful out there. It's 54 acres of farmland and a huge barn with hard wood floors. It's going to be AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I had my birthday.&lt;/span&gt; It was November 7th, and I am now 23. That is near-death. I'm scared of being this age. When I was younger for some strange reason I never thought I would live past 23. I hope that I am wrong! Anyway, my birthday was great! Neal was AMAZING... he planned a whole day of fun things for me! First I had an hour massage that was soooo relaxing. Then we went to Fred Meyer Jewelers and ordered our wedding bands! (We just got them on Thursday and they're beautiful!) Next we drove out to Putters and played a round of mini golf, then played some arcade games. It was fun, even though he beat me by a stroke ON MY B-DAY! haha. After Putters we went out to dinner at PF Changs and had some DELICIOUS dinner! It was sooo yummy, I love it there! After Changs we went to my house and had a bunch of people over for Marie Calenders Chocolate Satin pie, which is beyond tasty. My mom got me lots of nice things, like a new hair straightener, a couple nice gift cards, new socks, and pantyhose! All in all it was a wonderfully planned day by my loving fiance! I am seriously so blessed to have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I started delivering pizzas for Papa's. &lt;/span&gt;I have worked at Papa's Pizza for 6.5 years... way too long. But honestly, they work so well around my schedule and I am just comfortable there! But now it's all worth it, because I finally get to start delivering! That's where you make all the tips... and it's been a great help in saving for our wedding! Plus it's a lot more fun than cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://haywoodhall.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/wedding-painting-lindsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://haywoodhall.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/wedding-painting-lindsey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things have been really great for me. I don't feel nearly as stressed out as I did last month. I think I just overwhelmed myself with work and wedding planning and tutoring, and I didn't have enough "me time". We have our date set now, my wedding dress is picked out, along with the bridesmaid dress, we have our venue, and we've made our rough draft guest list... the goals for November are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mail out "save-the-dates" to out-of-town guests.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose our honeymoon site and buy tickets ASAP to get them cheaper!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out which birth control works for me...yikes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confirm wedding party participants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide what the groomsmen are going to wear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We are already half-way through the month! Yikes, I hope these goals are achieveable! Anyway, I love you all! Sorry for the long gap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4420909650294861526?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4420909650294861526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4420909650294861526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4420909650294861526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4420909650294861526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/11/catch-up-blog.html' title='Catch-Up Blog'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2475499228098311803</id><published>2009-10-08T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:47:08.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Think Twice It's Alright</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed in my life to have grown up with great music. My parents both love GREAT musicians like Bob Marley, Neil Young, John Hiatt, Steely Dan, Led Zeppelin, and Bob Dylan. I got the amazing chance to see Bob Dylan live TONIGHT at MacArthur Court.... and it SUCKED big time. He only played 3 songs that were older than his newest albums, and every song he sang (including these 3) sounded terrible. I went to the concert and stood in line 4 hours with my brother, and we were SO psyched... and then he came on stage and after every song we were hoping the next one would be better but he was seriously GROWLING instead of singing, and none of the songs sounded like the originals. Oh I am so angry! I mean, the tickets were $45.50 and I expected to see a legendary performance. It's so weird because everyone around us was loving it... and it seemed like only Ross and I really knew what was going on... or something. I'm just so annoyed and upset that I had to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dylan.philthompson.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/122752__dylan_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://dylan.philthompson.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/122752__dylan_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... I still get to say I saw him in concert. He has been a good part of my childhood and I love his music. I just wish it would have sounded like music. I wish he would have played some songs without his mediocre band... songs that changed people's view on things. That's what he's famous for... change. I'm severely disappointed. But I love the man, so props to Bob Dylan for the legend that he is. I just wouldn't recommend seeing him at age 68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B0Fz2PAwmc/SQF0QVXrG6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/9V9Vg9OWV1k/s400/BobDylanSmileyBuzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B0Fz2PAwmc/SQF0QVXrG6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/9V9Vg9OWV1k/s400/BobDylanSmileyBuzz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2475499228098311803?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2475499228098311803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2475499228098311803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2475499228098311803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2475499228098311803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-think-twice-its-alright.html' title='Don&apos;t Think Twice It&apos;s Alright'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1B0Fz2PAwmc/SQF0QVXrG6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/9V9Vg9OWV1k/s72-c/BobDylanSmileyBuzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4043050298353840343</id><published>2009-10-05T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:58:17.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sick in bed and not happy about it! I need money, and I needed to work today. =( Oh well, maybe I can pick up another shift... but I doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wedding-art.com/images/barefoot_beach_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.wedding-art.com/images/barefoot_beach_index.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anywayyyy... Wedding plans have been falling into place for me. Okay, that's kind of a lie. I've been stressing out majorly but it seems to be paying off. I have figured out my bridesmaids and I am so excited about these girls. I love them all so so so much! I would like to introduce them to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have my &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maid of honor&lt;/span&gt;. This girl is one of my very best friends. We have worked together for a couple years, so we haven't known each other long, but she is amazing. We have so much fun together in and out of work. She keeps me sane. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christina Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAe0izWrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XQh5gUV7FP0/s1600-h/xtina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAe0izWrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XQh5gUV7FP0/s320/xtina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190802347088562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;matron of honor&lt;/span&gt;, and yes I am doing both. My sister is one of the best there could be. I couldn't imagine planning a wedding without her to help me! Whenever a thought goes through my head about how I should decorate, or what kind of centerpieces I'd want, or what dresses are pretty I think of calling her. She's so organized and on top of things... which is the opposite of the way I am. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Liz Bernard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAeXMDcBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/esO9b15lIgA/s1600-h/liz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAeXMDcBI/AAAAAAAAAWY/esO9b15lIgA/s320/liz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190794467045394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are my &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bridesmaids&lt;/span&gt;, and I haven't chosen an order yet, but I will soon. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elyse George&lt;/span&gt; is one of my best friends also. I have known her since high school and we've developed a much stronger friendship since then. She has helped me through some really difficult times, and given me million dollar advice. She lives in New Hampshire, yet she is always texting/calling/facebooking me to ask if I need help. She looks things up for me and is so helpful! I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAc-y90JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/crLUDNI0fZ0/s1600-h/elyse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAc-y90JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/crLUDNI0fZ0/s320/elyse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190770739499154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jenni Cook&lt;/span&gt; is also one of my best friends AND my cousin, which works out perfectly. I have always pictured her as one of my bridesmaids so this was not a tough choice. We grew up together, and have made many fond memories. She is gorgeous and makes me laugh and we always have tons of fun. She's always there for me and willing to give me advice on things. She's the best EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAdzQbv1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PjXO0c2yJ4I/s1600-h/jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAdzQbv1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PjXO0c2yJ4I/s320/jen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190784821739346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chandra Sarkez&lt;/span&gt; is also my cousin, who I love DEARLY. I am so excited about her, because I wasn't sure she'd say yes! She has a lot on her plate, but she reallllly wants to be in my wedding and I couldn't be happier about it! She is so sweet and just a beautiful person, and although she is younger than me, I have always looked up to her. Now my wedding party is finally complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAdLreMLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AdFdyz5k2WA/s1600-h/chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAdLreMLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AdFdyz5k2WA/s320/chan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389190774197727410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't my bridesmaids GORGEOUS?!? I love them all!! And here is the dress they will all wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspBnF2e_6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/MeiIPqm8Tpo/s1600-h/the+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspBnF2e_6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/MeiIPqm8Tpo/s320/the+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192043943624610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4043050298353840343?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4043050298353840343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4043050298353840343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4043050298353840343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4043050298353840343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sick-in-bed-and-not-happy-about-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SspAe0izWrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XQh5gUV7FP0/s72-c/xtina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5992144808567556868</id><published>2009-10-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:13:58.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Location, Location, Location!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, I'm going crazy! I'm not good at staying calm about this wedding stuff. If you have any ideas about a good reception/ceremony location, please let me know! We have 200+ guests and need room to accommodate them all... and we'd really like to do it outdoors, but are scared of June rain. So please, if you know of a place that is outdoor but also has a back-up indoor place for the reception, TELL ME! =) Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5992144808567556868?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5992144808567556868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5992144808567556868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5992144808567556868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5992144808567556868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/10/location-location-location.html' title='Location, Location, Location!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5838146188186480046</id><published>2009-09-30T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:38:18.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As most of you know, Neal Schapper and I are engaged! It happened two weeks ago, but it seems like MUCH longer. I guess that just means the engagement is going to seem like an eternity in itself! But we are SO excited and are having lots of fun planning our wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I decided it'd be a good idea to tell everyone how it happened! Well, Neal had suggested that we go to the coast and we both asked for it off work. We wanted to make sure we made a trip out there while the weather was still nice. We couldn't have picked a better day! It was SO beautiful in Florence! He first took me to Heceta Head Lighthouse, which is my very favorite place on the coast! It was a gorgeous day, even though the forecast said RAIN. It sprinkled on the way there but it was dry the entire time we were in Florence! We hiked up to the lighthouse and the volunteers were there giving free tours! So we got to go to the top and see an amazing view!! Then we played on the beach, climbed on rocks, and took pictures in the pretty surroundings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Around 6 we went to dinner at Driftwood Shores restaurant, right on the beach! It was so pretty, and even though the food wasn't the best, I had so much fun with my Neal! After dinner we went down to the beach and wrote things in the sand, and just walked along the shoreline holding hands. The sun was setting and the clouds looked amazing!! Neal was being REALLLLLY mushy, saying how much he loved me, how he couldn't live without me, and I was like, "Wow, you're being really mushy Neal, I love you too!" haha and we kept walking and he told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and pulled a box out of his pocket!! He got down on one knee and accidentally opened the box upside-down before correcting it and asking me to marry him!!! I nearly tackled him and said of course I would!! And asked him if he was for real!! haha. It was the most amazing experience. I love Neal so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those of you who don't know, we have known each other since the 7th grade. We dated in high school and have loved each other for a long time. We are SOOOO excited to finally be living a dream we've had for over 5 years! AHHH!!! We don't have a wedding date set yet, because we are trying to find a place big enough to accomodate our HUGE families! But we are going to the Portland Temple, and will have a separate ceremony later in the day! WOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5838146188186480046?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5838146188186480046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5838146188186480046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5838146188186480046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5838146188186480046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/09/proposal.html' title='The Proposal'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1750518518519910454</id><published>2009-09-16T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:50:20.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesehead Fo' Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.pitch.com/fatcity/cheesehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 350px;" src="http://blogs.pitch.com/fatcity/cheesehead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those of you who don't already know, I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; Green Bay Packers fan! I have loved them since I was in elementary school, and I will always love them. Did you hear me? ALWAYS! Even if their ex-star quarterback is a giant sleezeball. People often ask me "Do you like the Packers now that Brett Favre is gone?" This is my answer... I have loved THE PACKERS since elementary school, not Brett Favre. I love the franchise... small town, humble coach Mike McCarthy, great receivers Donald Driver and Greg Jennings, and amazing running back Ryan Grant. I love their new quarterback Aaron Rodgers also. I think they'll have a great season. They have an awesome defense, and it showed in their first game against Chicago where they picked 4 interceptions, and held the Bears to 2 points (safety) in the first half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QSmqpZglwc/SH0ndLy7oRI/AAAAAAAAAos/kYeuStAUHfc/s320/cheesehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QSmqpZglwc/SH0ndLy7oRI/AAAAAAAAAos/kYeuStAUHfc/s320/cheesehead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, for the Brett Favre issue (I can barely type his name I'm so furious). Yes, I used to love Brett Favre, because he came with the rest of the Packer package, and he seemed so humble, and he made some sweet plays and was undoubtedly one of the best quarterbacks ever to play the game. He should have retired with the respect of his most dedicated fans, and left it at that. Well, he retired alright... TWICE... and then Mike McCarthy didn't want him back and I don't blame him. Aaron Rodgers was ready to show his stuff! The offense had already adjusted to Aaron's throwing style and it wasn't fair that Brett wanted to make another grand return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brett went to the Jets. He played for them last year and SUCKED. They didn't make the playoffs. Brett threw just as many interceptions as he did touchdowns, and then announced to the Jets that he was RETIRING?!?!?! But (shocker) he didn't retired at all! Instead he went to the dark side. The lowest of lows. His arch-enemy for so long and my least favorite team (with Denver at a close second). The Minnesota Vikings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SrEjohYF1WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/d2LnMXhnbnQ/s1600-h/idiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SrEjohYF1WI/AAAAAAAAAVs/d2LnMXhnbnQ/s400/idiot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382122208745608546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you KIDDING me?!?!? The sad part is, Adrian Peterson is amazing, and they have a lot of other great players too. I'm scared. But mostly IHATEHIM! So there's the answer to everyone's question: No, I am not a Vikings fan now that some famous quarterback left my team. I bleed green and yellow, and not just for the ducks, but for the Green Bay Packers. And my blood will not turn purple and gold for some washed-up, should-have-retired, 40-year old quarterback whose green and yellow jersey that I've worn since 5th grade is hanging in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unlockedsports.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/aaron-rodgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 409px;" src="http://www.unlockedsports.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/aaron-rodgers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need a new jersey. Not a purple and gold #4, but a green and yellow #12... Aaron Rodgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1750518518519910454?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1750518518519910454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1750518518519910454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1750518518519910454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1750518518519910454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheesehead-fo-life.html' title='Cheesehead Fo&apos; Life!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7QSmqpZglwc/SH0ndLy7oRI/AAAAAAAAAos/kYeuStAUHfc/s72-c/cheesehead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4949666194788680211</id><published>2009-09-12T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:29:27.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elyse Michelle George aka ALFRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Okay, now I am blogging about a girl who is really something special. I love Elyse so much! She is definitely one of my smarter friends (having a bachelor's in Neuroscience from Dartmoth). She is also one of my most spiritually-minded friends, and she is a great example to me. She just broke her ankle and has to have surgery so keep her in your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqwexMq0FlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9LaPRirHDXU/s1600-h/elyse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqwexMq0FlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9LaPRirHDXU/s400/elyse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380709485364123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Here is her survey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we meet?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Uhhhhhhh, ::scraches head:: that's SOOOOOOO long ago! I'm too old for this! I wish I could look back and have some specific event to be like "This is when I met my favorite person in the world!!". We went to high school together, and I knew of you since our freshman year, but I don't remember when we met face to face. We must've had like millions of classes together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Don't worry... I don't have any idea either! It just sort of happened! Did you maybe hang out with Margo a lot, and then gradually start hanging out with me and Jennie because of her? I can't remember but I'm so grateful that we met, and fell in love. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your first memory of us?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One of our lunchtime adventures--when did those start btw? Slamming. The batcave. Getting chased down by Mr. Field after the epic slam-down on his door window...me getting caught and having to deal with him the next period in physics. MR. LIDDLE! Dancing to ringtones haha. I don't know which one was the earliest...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think the earliest memory of YOU is in band or something, but of US it's definitely those fun-filled lunch times. Were we nerds or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite memory of us/adventure we've had?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have a specific event, but my favorite times I spent with you were last summer when I was in town like 5 weeks or something from August-September. I'm pretty sure we saw each other everyday that summer break. I don't remember a time when I shared so much about myself with another person. Visiting Devin in Portland was awwwwesome and trying to trick Kirk to leave his house so we could clean it before his bday party was hilarious (and yet, so frustrating haha). Trying to keep you from buying the entire party aisle of Albertson's comes to mind too. Actually, extend that time period all the way to Christmas--Christmas break was fantastic too! We won the most epic game of Pictionary ever (insulation!!)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, those times were some of the best! We became very close that summer. It was so great to actually have a girl friend who liked hanging out with me... because I was not used to that! One of my favorite memories of us was when we played "Never Have I Ever" at Ron's with Jake and Ron... back when we were still friends and actually hung out with them! But Portland to visit Devin was quite the adventure too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqwewvbzIXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ugjuKmJXF4E/s1600-h/elyse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqwewvbzIXI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ugjuKmJXF4E/s400/elyse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380709477516517746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Where are you living right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In a crazy farmhouse in Lebanon, New Hampshire. I legit have a corn field in my front yard. Too far away from the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Way too far from me! Come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What's your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do Slurpees count? haha. Argh I hate picking favorites (shocker!). I pretty much like anything. But I guess guacamole has been a chart topper since birth. I used to eat it for breakfast (thanks Mom!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You are definitely into your slurpees...Crazy girl. But you also like "whatever you want to eat". haha.... soooo terrible at making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Depends. I pretty much like whatever color looks good on me (haha I'm so vain!) I've been indoctrinated to like blue because it highlights my eyes when I wear it. But I bleed green because of my alma mater. I love the yellow of the late afternoon sun. I'm much more about favorite color combinations--outfits, pieces of art, landscapes I drive by, etc. Favorite color depends on the mood and changes depending on what inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The colors I am using in this blog are my two favorites... yellow first of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What's your most used word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Technically...probably something boring like "the" "a" "and" or whatever. I wish I was cool enough to have a frequently used word. I can't think of one. I do say "Remember that one time when..." probably way more than is necessary though. I guess I should be happy it's not some big long nerdy word haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about "Sorey" I'm sorey! hahaha, there was another one you used to say a lot too... do you remember it? And it would bug the crap outta me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Standby fave: I love Remember the Titans. A lot. Makes me laugh and cry and swoon over cute boys. I LOVE that time period. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mean Girls was my favorite most of highschool/early college. Newest favorite is 500 Days of Summer. (And High School Musical puts up a very good fight).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Although this could change reallllly quickly--I'm holed up in bed watching movies all day long for a few weeks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Good picks, except High School Musical is where I draw the line. I can watch She's the Man or Sidney White with Amanda Bynes, but I cannot for the life of me get myself to watch High School musical. No thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies you can recite from heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Remember the Titans, Mean Girls, High School Musical!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing to do in/with your spare time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Play my flute...although it sometimes becomes a job, so maybe it doesn't count for spare time. Daydreaming and writing takes up a lot of spare time too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are AMAZING at flute! I want to hear you again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could trade lives with anyone for a day who would you chose?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well, I love my life and wouldn't trade it for anything. I think I would trade lives with those who actually face real challenges in life. Any of my childhood friends with developmental disabilities, those who are persecuted and need every ounce of their faith to continue persevering. It would help my perspective on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could vacation anywhere in the world [free of cost] where would that be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I HAD to choose only one place, it would be Mauritius Island, off the eastern coast of Africa. But I want to go everywhere and get to know every inch of this planet. A job that requires me to travel all over the world would be a dream come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take me with you! That would definitely be the best thing ever! I want to travel Europe with my bestest friend! Or go down to New Zealand and Australia and see the beautiful sights! And maybe ride a kangaroo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite comfort food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Again, do Slurpees count? I'm pretty predictable, so ice cream in any form is wonderful. A slurpee with ice cream would make my troubles leave forever!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite quote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-A lot of scriptures, but this one in particular:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; "...Peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;/And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes...." "The Son of Man hath descended below all things. Art thou greater than He?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a funny quirk of yours?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I would say that I can't make decisions in groups of people...but that might be more annoying than a funny quirk. I name pretty much all of my possessions. That can be my quirk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What things do you just absolutely love right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Full adulthood, the sun, the leaves beginning to change color, memories of my college days, my family and friends, SUSAN!, modern medicine to take care of my broken body, nice people who help me in a wheelchair, the earth, thinking about my future, music, adversity, how the human body can repair itself, the awesome people who saved me in the woods and hand-carried me out, how I'm becoming stronger from my current situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But mostly, I love how I'm now realizing I have the potential to do great things. I'm finally starting to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love you too!! I'm so thankful for those wonderful people who {finally} found you in the woods! Now don't go wandering off anywhere else without me ever again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A righteous and valiant daughter of God. Someone who brings others a knowledge of Jesus Christ. A strong mother who raises her children in righteousness. A loving wife to my eternal companion. Completely and fantastically successful in my career. A humanitarian. A leader. I want to be as much like Jesus Christ as I can. His example is my ultimate goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Great goals for a great best friend! I love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JAMES2%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/JAMES2%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4949666194788680211?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4949666194788680211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4949666194788680211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4949666194788680211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4949666194788680211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-now-i-am-blogging-about-girl-who.html' title='Elyse Michelle George aka ALFRED'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqwexMq0FlI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9LaPRirHDXU/s72-c/elyse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7046705812150552278</id><published>2009-09-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:40:59.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siovhan is a Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So... I hope Siovhan forgives me for stealing her wonderful idea! I love reading her Friday Friend Questionairre...it's awesome! So I stole it so that readers of my blog could get to know the people I care about most. There is no order of importance, I'm just putting them in order of when I receive them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to complete the survey was one of my good good good GREAT friends Karalyn Luke. I love this girl. She is amazing! So here are her answers to a survey about herself and our friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqgfLWzkQuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/dKcRU95cIQU/s1600-h/Kara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqgfLWzkQuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/dKcRU95cIQU/s400/Kara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379584034854945506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How did we meet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We met in my backyard for a Baseball potluck for my brother. Ross was also on the team. We were in 6th grade and you were wearing your blue Carebear t-shirt. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Wow, great memory Kara! I remember that day too...it was before your house was remodeled. There was a BBQ and we played on your playground, and you gave me the tour... oh to be young&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your first memory of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Giving you a tour of my house&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite memory/adventure we've had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Competitive foosball games and other activities at my house&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss those days! I am quite competitive. And I can hold my own at foosball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you living right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My house on D st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;She means her MANSION on D street! Haha, I love your beautiful house,your wonderful family, and your amazing self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom's bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm sure it's delicious! Your mom always makes yummy meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can't go wrong with blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your most used word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;haha or maybe "the"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So is she your favorite princess? Amber's too! I like Belle the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqgfLjIkXjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4p19TKC2l8c/s1600-h/karaprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqgfLjIkXjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4p19TKC2l8c/s400/karaprincess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379584038164258354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Movie you can recite from heart?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emperors New Groove&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen that one once... but it's pretty funny. I'm sure with Hyrum around you watch lots of little kid movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing to do in/with your spare time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meee toooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could trade lives for a day with anyone who would you choose?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, so I can see how he sees me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's a good answer. I often wonder what Neal sees in me... hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could vacation anywhere in the world (free of cost) where would you be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite comfort food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolatey ice cream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite quote?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like playing the piano, you must first learn by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a funny quirk about me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny facial expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TELL ME ABOUT IT! hahaha, your facial expressions are what you are famous for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things do you just absolutely love right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have a best friend who loves and cares for me and understands me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that me?? I hope! Maybe it's Ben? Oh well I'm glad you have someone like that. That's what we all need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well besides a mom which is my obvious answer, I want to work with kids, some even said a kindergarten teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you would be a great kindergarten teacher!! you will be an amazing wife, great mother, and you will excel in whatever you decide to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7046705812150552278?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7046705812150552278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7046705812150552278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7046705812150552278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7046705812150552278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/09/siovhan-is-genius.html' title='Siovhan is a Genius'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SqgfLWzkQuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/dKcRU95cIQU/s72-c/Kara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3077874577560358004</id><published>2009-08-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:14:49.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fists of Fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mimg.sulekha.com/brucelee/Stills/brucelee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 429px;" src="http://mimg.sulekha.com/brucelee/Stills/brucelee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Floozy,&lt;br /&gt;I look weak, but I'll surprise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay out of my path.&lt;br /&gt;That IS a threat.&lt;br /&gt;No one messes with my family.&lt;br /&gt;I may be little, but so was Bruce Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3077874577560358004?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3077874577560358004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3077874577560358004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3077874577560358004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3077874577560358004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/08/fists-of-fury.html' title='Fists of Fury'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-785333226979799432</id><published>2009-08-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T10:53:00.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My August has been amazing. I've been very lucky!! So here's a {not so} short description and I'll post some pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 5th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Trip to the coast&lt;/span&gt; with Elyse, James, and Neal! SO MUCH FUN but a short visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 6th-9th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Trip to Utah&lt;/span&gt; with Neal and his dad, Brian. We flew to SLC on Thursday night and stayed at Neal's brother's inlaws' house in Pleasant Grove. They live in a freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mansion&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I'm not even kidding. This house was 4 stories and gigantic! They had a swimming pool with a water slide and basketball hoop, a hot tub, a basketball court; inside they had a movie theater room, a gymnastics room with uneven bars and a big foam pit and climbing wall, an aquarium room, tons of bedrooms and bathrooms, a huge gym and SAUNA, a game room with pool, ping pong, foosball, etc. This place was crazy, and I really appreciate them letting us stay there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We went to the lake &lt;/span&gt;Friday and wakeboarded, but the water was choppy so we surfed. Except when I say "we" I mean "they" surfed. But it was fun nonetheless. The rest of the time we were in Utah we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;touring U of U campus&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;visiting with family&lt;/span&gt; in Park City (my favorite part of the whole trip) and it was just a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 10th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mini golfing&lt;/span&gt; for FHE (I won)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 13th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jenni Jolley's bridal shower! &lt;/span&gt;SO amazing! I love this girl... she got lots of neat stuff and we played some really fun games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 14th:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Philipp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;came to visit!&lt;/span&gt; Philipp was our German exchange student who lived with us 8 years ago! He's so awesome and funny, and the whole family LOVES him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 15th:&lt;/span&gt; My cousin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Darren's wedding to Caity in Longview, WA!&lt;/span&gt; It was so much fun! They are such a good couple, I love them! They're honeymooning in Maui right now! I got to see some family I hadn't seen for a while and it was GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 16th:&lt;/span&gt; fun fun fun! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mini golfing&lt;/span&gt; (again) but with Neal, Philipp, Liz, Dan, and Ross. Rossy won, that little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 17th: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Coast trip&lt;/span&gt; with Neal, Philipp, Dad, and Ross. Went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mo's &lt;/span&gt;for lunch, played at the coast and got wet, did the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dune buggy&lt;/span&gt; ride with the professional guy! It was a lot of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 18th-20th:&lt;/span&gt; Trip to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Belknap Hot Springs.&lt;/span&gt; We stayed in this CUTE house right on the river! It was BEAUTIFUL! There were hummingbirds, tonssss of them, all around. There was a volleyball net in the front yard and we played &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;badminton and volleyball&lt;/span&gt;, and also PIG with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt;. We played &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;poker &lt;/span&gt;too, and some games Philipp brought from Germany. But the best part was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;White Water Rafting!!&lt;/span&gt; I'll post some pictures of this soon...hilarious! The water was 42 degrees! But it was almost 100 out so it felt REALLY good. Then when we got home we went, (and I won), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;August 21st: &lt;/span&gt;In the morning we went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lane County Fair&lt;/span&gt;, and saw the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;motocross&lt;/span&gt; guys (awesome). We had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;good food&lt;/span&gt; and saw the animals (eww) and it was pretty fun. We shopped with Philipp at the mall so he could get a few things before leaving. Then we went to Papa's for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pizza. &lt;/span&gt;And last night we had to take Philipp to the Portland Airport and say goodbye. It was so fun having him here, and hopefully it will be less than 8 years before we see him again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WE LOVE YOU PHILIPP DANGER WEINMANN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-785333226979799432?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/785333226979799432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=785333226979799432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/785333226979799432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/785333226979799432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-adventures.html' title='August Adventures'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6691401092237745341</id><published>2009-08-20T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:20:22.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dumbledore's wise words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3223793783_0639d60b43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 295px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3223793783_0639d60b43.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onepercentpress.com/post/dumbledore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.onepercentpress.com/post/dumbledore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say... I love the Harry Potter books. We are reading book 4 (The Goblet of Fire) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xohB13SmddE/RkoJlC6cpnI/AAAAAAAAB_c/OS1_nA2BYnc/s400/Harry+Potter+and+the+Goblet+of+Fire+%28Book+4%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xohB13SmddE/RkoJlC6cpnI/AAAAAAAAB_c/OS1_nA2BYnc/s400/Harry+Potter+and+the+Goblet+of+Fire+%28Book+4%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and are nearing the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/lf/4champs-lf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/lf/4champs-lf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neal was reading to me as I drove back to Springfield from McKenzie Bridge, and he read the part where Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort. I cried. Yes, that's right, I shed tears for a fictional character.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for J.K. Rowling and her genius brain. I love her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/jkrowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 298px;" src="http://larryfire.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/jkrowling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and all her beautiful books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ej_fqkH5BDc/RqztGa8eX2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0cURx-nbSV0/s320/pottersm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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width: 360px; height: 429px;" src="http://madisondesign.biz/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/SBJ_black_T2.28804957_std.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-8494955835862351795?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8494955835862351795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8494955835862351795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8494955835862351795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8494955835862351795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-be-jammin-mon.html' title='We Be Jammin&apos; Mon!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4747677420927949043</id><published>2009-08-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:30:45.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;book. I loved every second of it, and I'm sad that it's over. It reminded me so much of things/people in my life. The 18-year old brother, Jesse, is just like mine. The romance between Julia and Campbell (doesn't remind me of Neal and me) reminds me of how life goes sometimes. The close relationship between Anna and Kate reminds me of my siblings. The fights that they get in over petty things, the fact that after the fights no one remembers why we were fighting... it's my sister, it's my brother, it's me. And finally, most of all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; alike. Doing things her parents won't agree with or understand, because she knows it's right. She is brave. She is everything it takes. That's who I want to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you... READ THIS BOOK. You will love it; you won't be able to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"It doesn't take a whole long life to realize that what we deserve to have, we rarely get."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;"My father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he's really just hoping he makes it all the way across?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Read It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4747677420927949043?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4747677420927949043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4747677420927949043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4747677420927949043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4747677420927949043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-8020128668402928009</id><published>2009-08-06T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:07:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.jaman.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/park_city1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 165px;" src="http://blog.jaman.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/park_city1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Utah... I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/14/26/f2/salt-lake-city-temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/14/26/f2/salt-lake-city-temple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-8020128668402928009?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8020128668402928009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8020128668402928009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8020128668402928009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8020128668402928009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/08/utah.html' title='Utah'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3424784571971659192</id><published>2009-07-21T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:06:41.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakes, Rivers, Hot Springs, Germans, Camping, Utah...I'm lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, I haven't blogged for a couple of weeks. Part of the reason is that my camera is broken! I'm so sad about this...it's barely a year old. Maybe it can be fixed, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I have quite a bit to say. So far this summer I've had a pretty good time. I am tutoring Jessi (age 11) in reading, math, and spelling, and she is learning a lot! We've had so much fun reading some sweet books such as Hatchet (Gary Paulsen), Matilda (Roald Dahl), and now Crash (Jerry Spinelli).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been working a lot at Papa's of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to the lake a few times with Neal's family on their boat and jet ski. Fall Creek is really beautiful right now. Neal had his family reunion a couple weeks ago and I was able to spend a day at the lake with his family, and another day hiking at Belknap Hot Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I had a garage sale (NOT FUN) in the 95 degree weather! Then Neal came with me to MY family reunion in La Pine, where we had a big potluck, raffle, and washer tournament. Neal and his partner (My Aunt Charlotte) won the whole thing! There were 31 teams!! So I was pretty proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second half of my summer looks like it will be even better! In August I'm going camping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 6th thru 9th I'm going to Utah with Neal and his dad! We are going to see Dane &amp;amp; Jamie, Matt &amp;amp; Ashley, and some more of his family. I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 14th is way exciting toooOOOOOO!!!!!! Our old German exchange student PHILIPP is coming to visit for a week! I haven't seen him since I went to Germany 5 years ago. And he hasn't been to the states for 8 years! We're going to Crater Lake with him, and to Belknap to white water raft and stay in a nice house/cabin. WAHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really want to work A LOT this summer to try to save money... for whatever! =) I'm glad I have this frame of mind because last summer it was SPEND SPEND SPEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures soon, if I can get them to turn out okay. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3424784571971659192?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3424784571971659192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3424784571971659192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3424784571971659192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3424784571971659192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/07/lakes-rivers-hot-springs-germans.html' title='Lakes, Rivers, Hot Springs, Germans, Camping, Utah...I&apos;m lucky'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-1085481371893166922</id><published>2009-07-06T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:49:51.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you know that he loves you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is why my boyfriend is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cutest, sweetest, funniest, best person there is in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got to enjoy a beautiful day at the lake with Neal's family. this meant a day full of NEAL vs. DANE wrestling...which is a beautiful thing. it made me so happy to see my Neal having fun with his brother who he hardly ever gets to see. [i hope he and his wife jamie come live in oregon soon].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he let me drive the jet ski twice as much as he did.&lt;br /&gt;he let me wear his sweatshirt when i was shivering to death.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me piggy back rides so i wouldn't have to walk in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;he stayed at the shore with me when my head hurt, even though he wanted to go back out on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;he held my hand and kissed me in front of his extended family.&lt;br /&gt;he cooked dinner [tacos] for everyone, and they were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;he told me many times how beautiful i am, even though i had black make-up under my eyes, and wet, messy bun hair... then he told me how much i mean to him and that he loves me... all day long.&lt;br /&gt;then he walked me to my car tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;and told me to call him later tonight so we can read harry potter together over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and told me he wants to spend all his days with me.&lt;br /&gt;and as i was driving away he kept kissing me through my open window.&lt;br /&gt;and running along next to my car...&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE WAY UP THE STREET!&lt;br /&gt;and this is how i know he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;and how i know i am the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;luckiest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SlLv9jGEaMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/esoY9qAepHE/s1600-h/741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SlLv9jGEaMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/esoY9qAepHE/s400/741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355606747568695490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-1085481371893166922?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/1085481371893166922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=1085481371893166922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1085481371893166922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/1085481371893166922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-you-know-that-he-loves-you.html' title='how do you know that he loves you?'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SlLv9jGEaMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/esoY9qAepHE/s72-c/741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4141985545835371449</id><published>2009-07-02T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:47:03.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plans..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to work out... I'm thinking of just starting out walking every day, or riding my bike. I really need to use my weak muscles before I have nothing left! I think my dad is also getting some gym equipment in our garage, and he and my Uncle Brian are going to get on a work out plan too. I need a buddy...Siovhan? Elyse? Soccer always kept me in such good shape, dangit! Hit me up if you wanna get started...I want to ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am so excited because our German exchange student that we had when I was 13 is coming to visit for a week in August! =) WAHOOOOO!!!!! He is going to stay at our house and we will go to Crater Lake and do other things while he is here. He is 24 now, weird. But that will be really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to the river or lake as soon as Neal gets off work (around 2pm). Then tonight we're going to an Em's game. It'll be fun. Today I have just been cleaning the house and baking cookies. I made some for Neal and me, but the rest are for my 3 favorite customers at Papa's who stopped coming in on Thursdays because I work Fridays. I love these guys, they are my absolute FAVORITES! I hope they like my cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend is 4th of July weekend! My parents are going out of town, so I am having poker night here on Friday at 9:30 if anyone wants to come. On the 4th I have to work at Light of Liberty at Island Park in Springfield. Papa's has a pizza booth there, so come on down and see me! There will be big, pretty fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4141985545835371449?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4141985545835371449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4141985545835371449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4141985545835371449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4141985545835371449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/07/plans.html' title='plans..'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5691349988860685624</id><published>2009-07-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:24:13.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale as Old as Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stole this from Kacy&amp;amp;Hailey Durfee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: "with as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in: a picture, a poem, a song (or piece of music), a phrase (or quote), an item of clothing, a place, and (just for fun) a Disney princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1654/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1654R-5914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 350px;" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1654/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1654R-5914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;div class="textXLarge"&gt;giraffe &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div style="margin-top: 4px;"&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Author: &lt;/i&gt;Linda A. Copp  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="padding: 12px; line-height: 160%; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;"&gt;  A giraffe came by the willow tree&lt;br /&gt;Stopped to gaze and talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;For he was very lean and tall&lt;br /&gt;A pillar, a column, a walking wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he looked down upon my face&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were wide two pools in space,&lt;br /&gt;As they engulfed, the countryside,&lt;br /&gt;The sky above, held me inside -&lt;br /&gt;Their special height and slant of things&lt;br /&gt;Their special view of every thing,&lt;br /&gt;And I could see by looking up&lt;br /&gt;The wealth within his loving cup&lt;br /&gt;That thinks and drinks the sun and sky&lt;br /&gt;And watches us from way up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I found it sad to see&lt;br /&gt;That he could never reach down to me&lt;br /&gt;For he was too tall, too much ideal&lt;br /&gt;And I was too small, too much the real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this angular figure, graceful and wise&lt;br /&gt;Of astounding vision and cool clear eyes&lt;br /&gt;Watched the sun rise, then watched it set&lt;br /&gt;Looked down on me and seemed to forget&lt;br /&gt;That I was as much a part of this scene&lt;br /&gt;As the sun in the sky, the oak in the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the willow tree watching standing near by&lt;br /&gt;Saw the distance between us and started to cry&lt;br /&gt;she bowed down her head touching the ground&lt;br /&gt;And from that day to this,&lt;br /&gt;it's the way she'll be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song:&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY - Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northernsun.com/images/imagethumb/%20Emancipate%20Yourself%20Bob%20Marley%20Bumper%20Sticker%20%285324%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.northernsun.com/images/imagethumb/%20Emancipate%20Yourself%20Bob%20Marley%20Bumper%20Sticker%20%285324%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;item of clothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pyleoflist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/packer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 332px;" src="http://pyleoflist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/packer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://travel.nationalgeographic.com.au/places/images/photos/photo_lg_bahamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 201px;" src="http://travel.nationalgeographic.com.au/places/images/photos/photo_lg_bahamas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disney princess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/15043belle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/15043belle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the picture:&lt;/span&gt; I am in love with my Neal, and will someday marry him. We have loved each other since we were kids so I thought that picture perfectly summed us up... including the little girl wearing funky clothes that don't match...story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the poem: &lt;/span&gt;if you don't already know, giraffes are my favorite animal, and I am pretty much obsessed with them. i love this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the song: &lt;/span&gt;I am sooooo lucky to be in love with my best friend! I feel so blessed to have found the love of my life so early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the quote: &lt;/span&gt;it is from my very favorite bob marley song. to me it means that we are in control of our own thoughts and feelings. No one HAS to feel a certain way. i think he is stressing the importance of freeing our own minds. it's a song about independence, freedom, and everything we should all stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the clothing: &lt;/span&gt;i mean come on...what did you think i would choose? i'm a die-hard packer for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the place:  &lt;/span&gt;it's where i want to go on my honeymoon...the bahamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the princess: &lt;/span&gt;i've always liked belle because she has such simple and humble beginnings, and is truly a good person because she falls in love with the person she sees inside of the beast. she stands up for a love that is shunned by the whole village. i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5691349988860685624?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5691349988860685624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5691349988860685624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5691349988860685624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5691349988860685624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/07/tale-as-old-as-time.html' title='Tale as Old as Time'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2099805946484877060</id><published>2009-06-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:15:11.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work it on out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ymcatf.com/Images/Exercise-Little-girl-corrected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 510px;" src="http://www.ymcatf.com/Images/Exercise-Little-girl-corrected.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I really need to stay in shape and exercise. I get so winded after running for like 100 feet! I also do not eat healthy at all... I eat way too much junk food! This would be a lot more attainable if I had a workout partner... so if anyone is interested let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2099805946484877060?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2099805946484877060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2099805946484877060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2099805946484877060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2099805946484877060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-it-on-out.html' title='Work it on out...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7466516997023340930</id><published>2009-06-26T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:38:25.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SkWiJXG4d-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/LJukXVR_bGY/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SkWiJXG4d-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/LJukXVR_bGY/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351862013905106914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blogs have been a little impersonal lately. I guess there's not a lot going on that I can share with everyone right now... but I promise my life is exciting (at least to me!). Right now I am lying in my bed just ready to call it a night. I worked hard all day long and my feet hurt like an old lady's. Some funny and interesting things happened at work today and I would like to share them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have these 3 favorite customers who are all guys about 35 years old. They come in every Thursday for the buffet and I am their favorite too because I always put their favorite pizzas out for them! Well, last week I told them it would be my last Thursday, because I am no longer working that day at Papa's. They were very sad and said a lot of sweet things about how I am their favorite and they will miss me. Then this week Willie tells me they didn't come in on Thursday at all! So I was thinking they just weren't going to come in at all... but today (Friday) they came in! And they said that from now on they will be coming in on Fridays since I am working! It made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now let's get to the funny things that happened. Every weekday I get to work with one of my best friends, Christina, and funny things just seem to happen all the time. Well today there was a girl picking up an application and she had the weirdest hair. She had this Princess Leia look, only not on the sides... right in the front of her head! It was like a bun but with braids and loops and it was just crazy! So Christina was trying to tell her that she could get an app online because we don't have any copies, but she couldn't stop laughing. It was so terrible. But Christina was trying to play it off like she was just laughing because her chest hurt or something and it was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next she was talking about the employee talent show and how she wants to do these moves from Michael Jackson's "Thriller", and she was showing me all these ridiculous moves when a guy walked up to the counter to for a plate. But her back was to him and she didn't know he was there HAHAHA and she kept dancing these freaky dances and I was laughing so hard and trying to tell her there was a man behind her but she wasn't getting it! So the guy just looked bewildered and I was crying from laughter and she then turned around to see him, handed him a plate and then turned bright red! hahahaha! We laughed for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love my girl Christina. She is the best. I'm super excited because I get to go see a movie with her tomorrow night, and then go to Shawn and Jesse's concert again, and then Brett and Dustin's. SO EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am just waiting for my Neal to get off work... I hope he does soon! I can't wait to see his handsome face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7466516997023340930?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7466516997023340930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7466516997023340930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7466516997023340930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7466516997023340930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SkWiJXG4d-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/LJukXVR_bGY/s72-c/100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2318881159517925574</id><published>2009-06-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:53:49.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are we fighting to save the humans? They're a primitive and violent race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tonight I am seeing TRANSFORMERS at 12:04 A.M. with some of the coolest people EVER! I'm going to be bored for a good 3 hours while I wait in line outside the theater though! I have to save eleven seats total! But it'll be fun. Also... I am getting a haircut tomorrow and I kinda want to do something drastic, but I don't think my boyfriend would let me. He's kind of a meanie... hehe jk but I know he loves my long hair. But any suggestions are welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a job offer soon... and I'll keep you posted. I'm pretty excited/hopeful about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://students.umf.maine.edu/%7Etrundyml/wrathwq/Transformers-Optimus-Prime-theme-682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 293px;" src="http://students.umf.maine.edu/%7Etrundyml/wrathwq/Transformers-Optimus-Prime-theme-682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2318881159517925574?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2318881159517925574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2318881159517925574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2318881159517925574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2318881159517925574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-are-we-fighting-to-save-humans.html' title='Why are we fighting to save the humans? They&apos;re a primitive and violent race.'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-8541856349056120010</id><published>2009-06-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:26:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TBS/Images/Dynamic/i57/jfl_yearone_617x367_042020090235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 240px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TBS/Images/Dynamic/i57/jfl_yearone_617x367_042020090235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MAN,  this weekend will be busy! I just got off work and took a shower, and get to relax for an hour, but then I am going to eat some dinner with my parents and at 9 I'm going to a show at a pizza bar where my friends Jesse and Shawn are playing some songs. Then two guys I work with are playing at the same place! (Brett and Dustin). After that Neal and I really want to go see "Year One" with Jack Black and my love, Michael Cera. But the show times are super early at both theaters, so it may not work out tonight. Tomorrow I am going to Richie and Lindsay's wedding in Junction City, but have to leave early in time for my brother's graduation/birthday party! He's going to be 18 on Sunday... and it's also Father's day, so we will be spending that with family after church! Whew, it's gonna be a busy weekend!! But way fun... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Sjw6iz-pJCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n43xD60p4dE/s1600-h/dsc_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Sjw6iz-pJCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n43xD60p4dE/s400/dsc_0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349214827152221218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-8541856349056120010?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8541856349056120010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8541856349056120010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8541856349056120010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8541856349056120010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-madness.html' title='Weekend Madness'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Sjw6iz-pJCI/AAAAAAAAAT0/n43xD60p4dE/s72-c/dsc_0136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3230823845840935330</id><published>2009-06-17T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:42:46.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen from Siovhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all have something we want to say to someone. Maybe it’s someone in your life now. Or, maybe it is something you wish you said to someone who is no longer in your life. It could even be Mr./Ms. Random Person that you saw in the local coffee shop today. What do you want to say that you were never able to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what happened? enlighten me, because i have no idea. at one time we were inseparable, and now i'm sure you don't even think about me. i was okay with the way i looked until this whole ordeal. it made me hate my appearance for the longest time, but i'm over that now. i have accepted the fact that you were the one with the problem; the problem that i could not fix. for the first time in my life i came to something that i could not fix with the words i grew up hearing from my mother. i could not fix your problem and it drove me so crazy. then there was the issue of your parents, who banned you from seeing me, as i was a "bad influence" just because of the way i looked. it was the first time i had seen myself as something completely repulsive, who shouldn't look this way even though there's absolutely no way to change it. but i was healthy and young, and just because i was {an am} thin, doesn't mean i starved myself or threw up my food. Quite the opposite...most people were amazed by how much i could actually eat, being so small. so i guess what i want to tell you is that i think you are selfish for trampling on our once beautiful friendship. you were the only one who i felt could understand me, who i could laugh with, cry with, being completely silly with... friends like you WERE are hard to find. although i still think of you and all the pain i went through, i still love you and wish you the best in life. you are a beautiful and intelligent young woman and i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3230823845840935330?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3230823845840935330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3230823845840935330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3230823845840935330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3230823845840935330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/stolen-from-siovhan.html' title='stolen from Siovhan'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4967619113757657217</id><published>2009-06-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:25:20.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring old me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjmXdhpUwvI/AAAAAAAAATs/BfnKwsNFNjs/s1600-h/dsc_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjmXdhpUwvI/AAAAAAAAATs/BfnKwsNFNjs/s400/dsc_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348472565982872306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="492" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Height&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;5′   4″&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Weight&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Hair   Color&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Eye   Color&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;dark blue/gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Zodiac   Sign&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Date   of Birth&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;11/7/1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Fav   Book&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;Harry Potter series for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Fav   TV shows&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;Scrubs, Conan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Fav   color&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;yellow and blue (together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Fav   Movie&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;slumdog millionaire, love actually, what about bob, a league of their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Fav   Music&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;BFF&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;Neal, Elyse, Brent, and Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;reading, blogging, movies, music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Fav   Drink&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;cream soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Education&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;2 years of college so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Age&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;22&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Places   Lived&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;Only in Springfield, 2 houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Current   Obssession&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;weddings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;What   do you drive&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;Reshawn, my black toyota corolla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="bottom" width="191"&gt;Movie   Star Crush&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;Johnny Depp, Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="191"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="font-family: arial;" valign="top" width="301"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4967619113757657217?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4967619113757657217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4967619113757657217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4967619113757657217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4967619113757657217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring-old-me.html' title='Boring old me.'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjmXdhpUwvI/AAAAAAAAATs/BfnKwsNFNjs/s72-c/dsc_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7199419736835922696</id><published>2009-06-16T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:43:22.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacayyyy</title><content type='html'>I want to be in any of these places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.globusjourneys.com/Common/Images/Destinations/new-zealand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.globusjourneys.com/Common/Images/Destinations/new-zealand1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newyorkcity.pennytourist.com/images/new%20york%20city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 288px;" src="http://newyorkcity.pennytourist.com/images/new%20york%20city.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/Hk5dbCURTqCMD*R5nKW0PsXc8ZhqMz6FkbZG4rugu2p8Wk4N3D9yAm2jmfYD*W-FcI0zfGfrFSDaTWOjZqB4OHujjsN41oJ2/munich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 392px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/Hk5dbCURTqCMD*R5nKW0PsXc8ZhqMz6FkbZG4rugu2p8Wk4N3D9yAm2jmfYD*W-FcI0zfGfrFSDaTWOjZqB4OHujjsN41oJ2/munich.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Munich, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://co2calculator.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/fiji4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://co2calculator.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/fiji4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cheapoair.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/bahamas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 256px;" src="http://cheapoair.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/bahamas01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7199419736835922696?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7199419736835922696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7199419736835922696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7199419736835922696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7199419736835922696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacayyyy.html' title='Vacayyyy'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6236055434586574807</id><published>2009-06-14T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:56:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Elyse Michelle Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n1/n5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 440px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n1/n5584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Neal and I are reading Harry Potter together. We are trying to read the entire series by the end of August...I bet we'll do it faster! We started last night and are already 1/3 of the way through the first book. He's never read them before so I thought it would be cool to read them aloud together. He's not fully convinced, however, that he will even like the books. I don't see how anyone could hate them. They are GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;My best friend flies in on Tuesday! I AM SO EXCITED! Elyse George...I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6236055434586574807?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6236055434586574807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6236055434586574807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6236055434586574807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6236055434586574807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-elyse-michelle-potter.html' title='Harry Elyse Michelle Potter'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4008157390920531700</id><published>2009-06-11T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:10:22.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying til the break of dawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Neal studying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://featured.geoparent.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/boy-studying-istock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 238px;" src="http://featured.geoparent.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/boy-studying-istock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is me, bored out of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f272/Kelly_K5/BoredGirlSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 212px;" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f272/Kelly_K5/BoredGirlSmall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I have to say that Neal is very good looking. Right now he is in the chair across the room, and reading from his history book. So he is deep in thought. And I love watching him. I think I could just sit here and watch him study for hours. He is my angel and I love him. I know you're all puking right about now so I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, just look at him. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xez-9FI/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZxHhgSoo2o/s1600-h/471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xez-9FI/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZxHhgSoo2o/s400/471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978116936234066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xJXOJaI/AAAAAAAAATM/YseoioZogbc/s1600-h/587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xJXOJaI/AAAAAAAAATM/YseoioZogbc/s400/587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978111178450338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xLx4OTI/AAAAAAAAATE/MsDpMhr3rVc/s1600-h/651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xLx4OTI/AAAAAAAAATE/MsDpMhr3rVc/s400/651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978111827130674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6wlY34cI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ogLqhVgAVqA/s1600-h/755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6wlY34cI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ogLqhVgAVqA/s400/755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978101521703362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I like this picture of me, even though I'm a total nerd in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC7TwzeRMI/AAAAAAAAATk/IwaPTxS8dw4/s1600-h/719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC7TwzeRMI/AAAAAAAAATk/IwaPTxS8dw4/s400/719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345978705881482434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I went to Jessi's 5th grade graduation and it was pretty dang cute. She is just adorable. Neal came with me, what a good sport! The 5th graders at Fairfield Elementary played the recorder, sang songs, did a dance, and it was just terrific. I'll put up some pics and a video of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna do some review of terms with Neal now. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4008157390920531700?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4008157390920531700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4008157390920531700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4008157390920531700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4008157390920531700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/studying-til-break-of-dawn.html' title='Studying til the break of dawn..'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SjC6xez-9FI/AAAAAAAAATU/2ZxHhgSoo2o/s72-c/471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3325265724001129882</id><published>2009-06-10T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:45:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How we all should be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzVTlrqIGIw/R59r3gD0DkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jFZ2RnO1Jgk/S600/Fishers+of+Men.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzVTlrqIGIw/R59r3gD0DkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jFZ2RnO1Jgk/S600/Fishers+of+Men.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  "And he saith unto them, 'Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;         And they straightway left their nets, and followed him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Matthew 4:19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3325265724001129882?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3325265724001129882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3325265724001129882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3325265724001129882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3325265724001129882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-we-all-should-be.html' title='How we all should be..'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CzVTlrqIGIw/R59r3gD0DkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jFZ2RnO1Jgk/s72-c/Fishers+of+Men.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2221994944382772556</id><published>2009-06-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:44:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hardest thing in the world for me to do is to forgive someone when they are not sorry. It's so hard for me to let it go, because I feel like they owe me some kind of apology or attempt at reconciliation. Instead I have to be the one to apologize so that things can be back to normal, with no drama. It's so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, I am in a good mood. Tomorrow is my DAY OFF...and I use that term lightly, because I still tutor Katlyn and Jessi. And I am going to Jessi's 5th grade graduation. It was so cute how she asked me today. She said that she really wanted me to go because I am her tutor and I have helped her so much and she just really wants me to see her graduate! Aww, too precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Neal is studying hardcore for his history and poetry finals. Poor guy... I know he'll do well. Even when he doesn't apply himself he does well. I don't know how he does it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put some old random pictures up now! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2mWzHvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/edChzN0zguk/s1600-h/681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2mWzHvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/edChzN0zguk/s400/681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524106558381810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2cw_5LI/AAAAAAAAASs/rvgqp_AwJz8/s1600-h/706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2cw_5LI/AAAAAAAAASs/rvgqp_AwJz8/s400/706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524103983916210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2DjvLHI/AAAAAAAAASk/FG5569VY74s/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2DjvLHI/AAAAAAAAASk/FG5569VY74s/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524097217408114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d13NNTmI/AAAAAAAAASc/jRFpGBbPyhQ/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d13NNTmI/AAAAAAAAASc/jRFpGBbPyhQ/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524093901688418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d1-1_GUI/AAAAAAAAASU/oV2njusLsWk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d1-1_GUI/AAAAAAAAASU/oV2njusLsWk/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345524095951771970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2221994944382772556?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2221994944382772556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2221994944382772556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2221994944382772556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2221994944382772556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-pictures.html' title='Random pictures'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/Si8d2mWzHvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/edChzN0zguk/s72-c/681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2668003623559920100</id><published>2009-06-07T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:08:01.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/yellow_blue_public_phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 696px;" src="http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/yellow_blue_public_phone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes we wait for a call we're not ready to accept.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2668003623559920100?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2668003623559920100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2668003623559920100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2668003623559920100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2668003623559920100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/leave-message.html' title='Leave a Message'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6491486769929932443</id><published>2009-06-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:57:41.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News Bears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So... I love my children!! No, I don't have any kids... but the little ones I tutor are soo adorable and I wish they were my own sometimes! The newest one I tutor is a 12 year old boy named Pranav. He is so smart and very polite. He pulls my chair out for me and says thank you a hundred times! AHHH cutie! And I'm really excited because his mom is going to ask me to tutor him all summer long! And I'll be teaching him Algebra so that he can try to get into GEOMETRY as a 7TH GRADER! Yeah, smarty smarty smarty pants!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get realllllllly bad news in the middle of a blog, and it just changes your mood completely? Oh man, I am going to cry. Someone very close to me has STAGE 4 cancer...in his lungs and other parts of his abdomen, and it isn't looking good. He is MY FAVORITE. I wish there was something I could do. He is so young. Ughhhh I am sad. Uncle Francois, I hope you know how much I LOVE YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6491486769929932443?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6491486769929932443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6491486769929932443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6491486769929932443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6491486769929932443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-news-bears.html' title='Bad News Bears'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6244360593475720717</id><published>2009-06-02T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:21:53.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Planning Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is June now, which makes me think that since summer is coming, I should really make some summer plans! I just don't want to spend a lot of money. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is a busy month this year. My brother is graduating high school, and I am so proud of him! I'm not sure how they let him graduate (haha) but I'm happy that I get to watch him receive his diploma this Friday night. He is also turning 18 this month... I need some ideas for graduation and birthday presents! Hook me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWHqmMvwXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xiXHSTD7_Rs/s1600-h/dsc_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWHqmMvwXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xiXHSTD7_Rs/s400/dsc_0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342825698823225714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been thinking lately about what really matters to me. My spirituality, my friendships, my family, and just love in general. I love my family so much. I was blessed with one of the best families humanly possible. I love my church and my Savior, and need to work on honoring Him better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you know Neal very well, but you should definitely get to know him. He is amazing. I am not just saying this because we are dating and I'm in love with him. He really is the best person I have ever met. He is genuine and caring, and never wants to hurt anyone's feelings. He also makes me feel like royalty. Every day he tells me how beautiful I am, and it's not just a statement. He acts AMAZED at my beauty...like he's just seeing me for the first time and I'm looking stunning. He looks at me like this when I am wearing no make up and a baggy t-shirt. He looks at me like this when I'm wearing shorts outside with my blinding white legs. He looks at me like this when I'm wearing my Papa's Pizza uniform and stink like dirty pizza girl. This is one of the many ways that I know he loves me. Here are the other ways I know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWI35DqfdI/AAAAAAAAASI/lwvzfgSyBR4/s1600-h/731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWI35DqfdI/AAAAAAAAASI/lwvzfgSyBR4/s400/731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342827026735332818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He is a complete gentleman and holds doors open for me, offers to pay for anything (although I don't often let him), and always serves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He lifts me up when I am feeling down. He knows just how to make me laugh at the right times, and he knows exactly how I am feeling most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looks into my eyes and smiles that perfect smile that he saves just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He looks out for me and protects me when I am feeling scared...or when he is just feeling scared for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have had our ups and downs and off and ons, yet our love is stronger than ever right now. And that's how I know I want to ALWAYS be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those are just some of the ways I know he is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWI30Q_FNI/AAAAAAAAASA/YCoAWeKE4Es/s1600-h/741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWI30Q_FNI/AAAAAAAAASA/YCoAWeKE4Es/s400/741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342827025449030866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, enough of that... here are some pictures of the FHE scavenger hunt I planned yesterday. It was pretty fun I hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGdZZDZPI/AAAAAAAAARw/d-w2uIRXT4U/s1600-h/762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGdZZDZPI/AAAAAAAAARw/d-w2uIRXT4U/s320/762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824372535256306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGc_oVk1I/AAAAAAAAARg/SkgH_FaNxFI/s1600-h/752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGc_oVk1I/AAAAAAAAARg/SkgH_FaNxFI/s320/752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824365620040530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGc3GOCNI/AAAAAAAAARY/_rebXdxmvk0/s1600-h/745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGc3GOCNI/AAAAAAAAARY/_rebXdxmvk0/s320/745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824363329456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGch7Pp6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9S0my0M5ggw/s1600-h/743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWGch7Pp6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9S0my0M5ggw/s320/743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342824357646280610" 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/9170252486294822427-6244360593475720717?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6244360593475720717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6244360593475720717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6244360593475720717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6244360593475720717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-planning-anyone.html' title='Summer Planning Anyone?'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiWHqmMvwXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/xiXHSTD7_Rs/s72-c/dsc_0143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3016003968023155696</id><published>2009-05-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:28:37.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow Batman! It's Been Awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wow it has been nearly 3 months since my last blog entry! I am really terrible at keeping up. What's really weird is that I finally stumbled upon a day of free time. My family is in Washington and I decided not to go so that I could make it to Cassie's wedding and to church on Sunday. I have been vacationing so much this month on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in the last 3 months... I am gradually working less and less at Papa's Pizza and doing more and more tutoring... and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;IT!! Honestly, if I could just tutor different kids for the rest of my life I would! I don't know if this means that I should be a teacher. I really like the one-on-one that tutoring offers. And I have learned SO much from my little Jessi. I tutor a little one named Katlyn who is 8 years old, a girl named Jessi who is 11, and a little boy name Pallav who is 12. Oh my goodness, these kids are the greatest! They are so full of hope and ambition, but also have no cares and just want to have fun! It makes my day to be able to help them, and I get so much back! I am starting up a little tutoring business with some other girls, and we are going to have a lot of fun this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the last 3 months there was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;... We decided to get my mom a photo shoot with a lady from my family's church. It was realllllly fun! The photo shoot took 3 hours and was at Dorris Ranch in Springfield on the Saturday after Mother's day. We haven't gotten all of the pictures back yet, but the ones that we did get are SUPER cute! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0E5bGJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g8fJz5TDdV0/s1600-h/dafam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0E5bGJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g8fJz5TDdV0/s400/dafam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678260520888290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0FVCXwbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EdpcfFU3zRk/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0FVCXwbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EdpcfFU3zRk/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678267933376946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0F0Je8OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zdzyoPGSSk0/s1600-h/dsc_0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0F0Je8OI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zdzyoPGSSk0/s400/dsc_0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678276284707042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0GDjnupI/AAAAAAAAAQw/R4kO9RbxZRs/s1600-h/dsc_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0GDjnupI/AAAAAAAAAQw/R4kO9RbxZRs/s400/dsc_0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341678280420866706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love my cute little family! I can't wait to get all the pictures back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3016003968023155696?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3016003968023155696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3016003968023155696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3016003968023155696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3016003968023155696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-cow-batman-it.html' title='Holy Cow Batman! It&apos;s Been Awhile!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SiF0E5bGJ-I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/g8fJz5TDdV0/s72-c/dafam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3916875443815172542</id><published>2009-02-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:08:16.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI9-NUvg-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RXYljhYOeQ0/s1600-h/100_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301367850306339810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI9-NUvg-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RXYljhYOeQ0/s320/100_0786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a work-a-holic! I am at Papa's Pizza WAYYY too much, it's ridiculous. I have outgrown that job. I need a new one. Umpqua Bank called me today! They want to interview me fo a teller position! So wish me luck...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7AK2UUnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LpyIcTUQg4I/s1600-h/NealandSusan+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301364585466712690" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7AK2UUnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LpyIcTUQg4I/s320/NealandSusan+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7ADiv_QI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2OHDCoFwkOw/s1600-h/NealandSusan+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301364583505591554" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7ADiv_QI/AAAAAAAAAO4/2OHDCoFwkOw/s320/NealandSusan+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7AMmHVFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tCpp_rHWzNU/s1600-h/NealandSusan+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301364585935623250" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7AMmHVFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tCpp_rHWzNU/s320/NealandSusan+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On Sunday night, Neal and I went to his dad's house and got pictures taken in his studio! Some of them turned out pretty cute! So I'm going to post them on here and tell you how much this boy means to me. He is the love of my life, and all I have ever wanted. He is so sweet to me, even when I am obviously wrong and don't deserve his kindness. Today when I got off work I went out to my car and found a reddish-pink rose on the seat, with a note that said "Will you be my valentine? Love, Neal" &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI998zTQtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gW7uz3Tzirk/s1600-h/100_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301367845871108818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI998zTQtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gW7uz3Tzirk/s320/100_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my gosh, how cute!!! I mean, it was already implied that we were each other's valentine and he could've gotten away with not asking... but he asked. And it was adorable. I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7ABQrdMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tPr_KOrzvBE/s1600-h/NealandSusan+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301364582892926146" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7ABQrdMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/tPr_KOrzvBE/s320/NealandSusan+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7AZpz0xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KR4UgY3flF4/s1600-h/NealandSusan+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301364589440783122" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7AZpz0xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KR4UgY3flF4/s320/NealandSusan+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7L1joLGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/neLUxQu9XqU/s1600-h/NealandSusan+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301364785909607522" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI7L1joLGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/neLUxQu9XqU/s320/NealandSusan+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, not too long ago I got a cute new phone, and a cute new haircut. =)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI99-2S3jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/A-KUHAGQd4c/s1600-h/100_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301367846420536882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI99-2S3jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/A-KUHAGQd4c/s320/100_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3916875443815172542?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3916875443815172542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3916875443815172542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3916875443815172542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3916875443815172542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New?'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SZI9-NUvg-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/RXYljhYOeQ0/s72-c/100_0786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7608829029647130247</id><published>2009-01-28T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:11:06.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blogging...I'm a blogger...I blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkA49PCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MXuwjpP2lAo/s1600-h/jdandturk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485568664648738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkA49PCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MXuwjpP2lAo/s320/jdandturk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wowzers it has been forever! Thanksgiving was over two months ago...I have been busy! I'm not really gonna go over how Christmas was and New Year's Eve...I'll just talk about recent events. Some people would look at my life and call it boring because I don't drink or party, or have a thousand different boys I like, or have a very interesting job, or go to school... but I love my life. I love who I am. There are things I would definitely change about myself, and I am working on them, but I like that I am fiesty and not prissy. I like that I like football and know more about it than most guys. I like that I am witty and have a good sense of humor. I love my boyfriend so much! He is just what I need and all I could ask for in a mate. Have you seen him?? So attractive! He has the most beautiful eyes and lips. He is the nicest person I know, and genuinely cares about people so much. He's so polite to my family. He's big and strong and sooooo good looking, but also sensitive and sweet to me. I also love the Gospel so much. I am a better person when I am focused on the things the Lord would have me do. I have been so happy lately, and have a STRONG desire to be a better missionary. I have such happiness and it would not be possible without the truths that I possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkOET55I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uh4-hrDTdc8/s1600-h/bookofmormon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485572201932690" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkOET55I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uh4-hrDTdc8/s320/bookofmormon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately I pretty much work a lot, hang out with Neal a lot and play Sequence &amp;amp; watch Scrubs, go to church and activities, and I've been trying to be a better missionary. There's no reason I can't share this gospel with those who need it. I should try to talk to people about the church, invite them to activities, and give them their own copy of the Book of Mormon. I want to be better, and I will be trying harder from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkCZajII/AAAAAAAAAOY/jfLIgCpzpZk/s1600-h/SEQUENCE+shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485569069223042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkCZajII/AAAAAAAAAOY/jfLIgCpzpZk/s320/SEQUENCE+shirts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkWHIwNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xeL0bUFv0Dk/s1600-h/SEQUENCE+shirts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296485574361268434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkWHIwNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xeL0bUFv0Dk/s320/SEQUENCE+shirts1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've also been trying to save money better, and be more frugal. I bought a 15oz shampoo last night for one dollar at Albertson's! I was crazy excited! I'm just trying to work a lot more and look for better jobs. I've applied to about 20 places in the past week. That's pretty dang good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll try to keep a better blog going... I'm really terrible, I know. I love you all so much!&lt;/span&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/9170252486294822427-7608829029647130247?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7608829029647130247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7608829029647130247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7608829029647130247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7608829029647130247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-bloggingim-bloggeri-blog.html' title='I&apos;m blogging...I&apos;m a blogger...I blog!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SYDlkA49PCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MXuwjpP2lAo/s72-c/jdandturk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2792502542253627988</id><published>2008-11-27T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:08:41.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This morning my dad made French toast, and it was quite delectable. My sister and Dan came over and we watched the annual Thanksgiving movie (Planes, Trains, and Automobiles). That movie is a classic. It cracks me up every time. Then we sat around and watched football before going to my Aunt Jeri's for at 3:30 Thanksgiving dinner. I ate and ate and ate! I love Thanksgiving. I also got to play with my favorite second cousin Brett. He's six and adorable. We wrestled and played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thanksgiving is a reminder that we have a lot to be grateful for in this life. I am so thankful for so many things. I'm thankful to have good values and to know that Jesus Christ is my Savior, and the Savior of the world. I'm thankful for my family. They are so amazing to me. My immediate family is so close and we love each other. Then my extended family on both sides... I just love them so very much. I wish I got to see everyone more often. I'm thankful for my friends who have been around a while, and who care about me. I'm thankful for Neal and his kindness and goodness towards me and everyone else. I'm thankful for my church. I'm thankful that I have a job, no matter how much I don't like it sometimes. I'm thankful for tons of things... I could go on forever. It shouldn't just be one day a year that I think about these things. I should focus on them all the time and be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lately I have been very happy. Spiritually I am doing great. Things are good at home, at church, at work, and with friends. I have the sweetest boyfriend in all the land, and he always makes me feel like a million bucks. I hope that you all are having a good time too. Happy Thanksgiving. Keep your heads up and remember the good things in life. Love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2792502542253627988?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2792502542253627988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2792502542253627988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2792502542253627988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2792502542253627988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-turkey-goodbye-tristan.html' title='Hello Turkey'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4249895124041132850</id><published>2008-11-18T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:47:38.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Cutest Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SSNwIAZarPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZVyXlLK1vmw/s1600-h/100_0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270179271801482482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SSNwIAZarPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZVyXlLK1vmw/s320/100_0572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a boyfriend now. He is really really cute. I don't know if you know him... or if you could possibly guess who he is. He and I used to date for about 4 years before he went on a mission, and now he's back. And I like him a whole lot. And here's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. His dance moves are amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. He treats me like a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. His eyes are the sparkliest blue ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. He's really smart and motivated to go to school (unlike me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. He's HILARIOUS, and I always laugh when I am with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. He's never embarrassed about my crazy personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. We complement each other very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. He loves his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I get butterflies every time I see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. He has a really strong testimony of our Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This guy is a real winner. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately I have not been sleeping much. I've been hanging out way too late, then sleeping a couple hours and going to work all day, then doing it all over again. Tomorrow I have an interview for an office job, and I need a full night's rest! BAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that I get that job because I am about to just quit Papa's. It's getting ridiculous. I do way too much to get paid like I do. I'm soooo tired of it.&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/9170252486294822427-4249895124041132850?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4249895124041132850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4249895124041132850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4249895124041132850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4249895124041132850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/11/worlds-cutest-boy.html' title='The World&apos;s Cutest Boy'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SSNwIAZarPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ZVyXlLK1vmw/s72-c/100_0572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-8512285578519692391</id><published>2008-11-09T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:06:45.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRaz2AzsSqI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZW7EW33UB_A/s1600-h/100_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594554767493794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRaz2AzsSqI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZW7EW33UB_A/s320/100_0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazzzy8kNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3r49FgZNmBk/s1600-h/100_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594516914966738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazzzy8kNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3r49FgZNmBk/s320/100_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY WAS AMAZING!!!! Thank you to everyone who made it that way! I had a lot of fun! I got tons of phone calls, texts, posts, and cards from people, and some really sweet presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazzl3RsqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sRW4QFmD5UU/s1600-h/100_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594513175032482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazzl3RsqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sRW4QFmD5UU/s320/100_0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazzVx80tI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tjVb_C4QDas/s1600-h/100_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594508857725650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazzVx80tI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tjVb_C4QDas/s320/100_0533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This was more like a whole week of birthday celebration for me, and it was AWESOME! I got to go to PF Changs on Tuesday night with my family and the food was delightful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But yesterday was the most fun. Neal took me out to dinner at BJ's and the food was great. And I got a free Pazookie! Then the two of us went mini golfing at Putters, and also played air hockey. The golf score doesn't matter...all that matters is that I slaughtered him at air hockey (7-2). Poor guy, it really was brutal. Haha. Just kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRa15sajOXI/AAAAAAAAANw/a-W71Cwnbkk/s1600-h/100_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266596817036065138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRa15sajOXI/AAAAAAAAANw/a-W71Cwnbkk/s320/100_0522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRa0Dvv5ECI/AAAAAAAAANY/QhyH5p7kfA4/s1600-h/100_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594790706319394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRa0Dvv5ECI/AAAAAAAAANY/QhyH5p7kfA4/s200/100_0518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRa0DWn5v7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/jd6PYaBSot8/s1600-h/100_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594783961923506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRa0DWn5v7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/jd6PYaBSot8/s200/100_0519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that little date (where I also got a pretty yellow rose) we went to Ron &amp;amp; Jake's house for my birthday party!! So many people came and it was a blast! =) We played games, ate cake, had a dance party, opened presents, and watched Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber. It was seriously so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazZs_G93I/AAAAAAAAAMI/l3wzifwYnwM/s1600-h/100_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594068410333042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazZs_G93I/AAAAAAAAAMI/l3wzifwYnwM/s320/100_0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazaNimxhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cYAA5VB5rtg/s1600-h/100_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594077149152786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazaNimxhI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cYAA5VB5rtg/s320/100_0545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazaVP7yqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uCtQHab26bM/s1600-h/100_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594079218322082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazaVP7yqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uCtQHab26bM/s320/100_0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazam0h3TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rAGj3a8zWA4/s1600-h/100_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594083935214898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazam0h3TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rAGj3a8zWA4/s320/100_0537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight was YSA Conference, and it was a lot of fun. There was such a good speaker (Brother Bartholemew) and his talk was amazing. It really made me think about things I could be doing better in my life. He was great. Dinner was really good too, and the dance was a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to get up at 7:30 tomorrow...so I'm going to bed. I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazZSB5dAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kGKTQ3th16A/s1600-h/100_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266594061174273026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRazZSB5dAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/kGKTQ3th16A/s320/100_0562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-8512285578519692391?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8512285578519692391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8512285578519692391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8512285578519692391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8512285578519692391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Birthday Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SRaz2AzsSqI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZW7EW33UB_A/s72-c/100_0524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7489792826165429658</id><published>2008-11-03T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:56:54.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wingless Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So... here comes my birthday, this Friday. On Tuesday I get to go out to dinner with my family. Liz and Ross both work Friday night so it wouldn't work then. I'm not sure where we will go, but Liz and I have to decide on a place. Her birthday is on the tenth. And she will be 25!! I'm going to be 22, which is getting way too old to not know what I want to do with my life. So I'm going through a mid-life crisis, which I hope doesn't mean I will die at age 44. What it does mean is that I have been really concerned with what I want to be doing with life. All I know is that I want to do something that helps people every single day; something where I can be of the best service possible. This job probably won't pay well, but that's why I plan to marry a brain doctor, or a plastic surgeon. Then all my problems will be solved. =) Only kidding... Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment (major UGH) but not until later, so I will have some time in the morning to think about my future. I will do some exploring of possibilities. Any advice or suggestions would be more than welcome. I'm lost. "Intelligence without ambition is like a bird without wings." -Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I got to go to the Portland temple and do baptisms. It was so amazing. I want to go up there all the time now. Today was a great day of church also. It was testimony meeting in sacrament and I was able to bear my testimony of the church, and hear lots of others speak. I learned a lot from Megan Wright in sunday school, and from Laura Mealy in relief society. I love those two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that the work of the Savior is so important. When nothing is going right in life, turn to the Lord and place your trust in him. In the end that's the best we can do. "As the gem cannot be polished without friction, people cannot become perfect without trials."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7489792826165429658?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7489792826165429658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7489792826165429658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7489792826165429658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7489792826165429658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/11/wingless-bird.html' title='Wingless Bird'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2082009857344404543</id><published>2008-11-01T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:51:22.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypt58R8PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aMBJokWuMXs/s1600-h/100_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263768670602129650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypt58R8PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aMBJokWuMXs/s320/100_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this Halloween I had to work from 10 to 4. But we got to dress up! I tried curling my hair but you can tell in the above picture how it didn't last. Jason was a detective, Erik a king, Madey a flapper, and Dustin a disco guy. It was a pretty easy day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypuBgFxoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jVDtXveX_DY/s1600-h/100_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263768672631375490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypuBgFxoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jVDtXveX_DY/s320/100_0470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Brett got there at 4 when I was leaving and OH MY GOSH! He and Dan were Woody and Buzz and they both looked amazing! Just look at that costume! I think Dan pretty much designed it. BUZZ LIGHTYEAR TO THE RESCUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After work I washed my costume and myself so I wouldn't smell like pizza. Then I curled my hair again, and it looked much better this time. My mom helped me with the back. =) Here I am getting ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypuSxWZHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i749f4Mp-UA/s1600-h/100_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263768677267170418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypuSxWZHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i749f4Mp-UA/s320/100_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypux_ZW7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/dNt02inZgbE/s1600-h/100_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263768685647584178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypux_ZW7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/dNt02inZgbE/s320/100_0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once I was ready I picked up Neal, and the two of us went to Papa's Pizza to see everyone's costumes. It was awesome. People looked so good! I wanted to see my sis but she was out on lots of deliveries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Neal and I went out to the River Road Chapel to a carnival that was just about over when we got there.. But it was good to see everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypvGft_-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/fCZCTsJ67zU/s1600-h/100_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263768691151863778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypvGft_-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/fCZCTsJ67zU/s320/100_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amber looked really cute as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz! Halloween is also Amber's birthday! She's 22 now! Such an old lady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqzePVY3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZTr5MoRYinU/s1600-h/100_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769865756697458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqzePVY3I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZTr5MoRYinU/s320/100_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jake and Ron...such cuties. Jake was Inigo Montoya from Princess Bride, and he looked just like him! Ron was Elmo...hahaha what a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqjnSSOBI/AAAAAAAAALw/M8oWrJ4Ncig/s1600-h/100_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769593307084818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqjnSSOBI/AAAAAAAAALw/M8oWrJ4Ncig/s320/100_0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM IRON MAN! Well, not really. John Randall was. And he looked really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqjFUvCuI/AAAAAAAAALo/vyaD1q8ejuw/s1600-h/100_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769584190556898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqjFUvCuI/AAAAAAAAALo/vyaD1q8ejuw/s320/100_0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Goldilocks and the Three Bears!! haha, Neal was Papa bear, Sandy (in my arms) was mama bear, and Neal is holding baby bear. Silly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqi1L6wEI/AAAAAAAAALg/UIunecbGIBw/s1600-h/100_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769579858608194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqi1L6wEI/AAAAAAAAALg/UIunecbGIBw/s320/100_0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next was the shopping trip at Safeway... I brought cookies to Jake and Ron's. But when we were looking for what to buy, we saw these ones! Chocolate SUSAN cookies! What the heck????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqiCt8OrI/AAAAAAAAALY/1d1ZSPsin-A/s1600-h/100_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769566311103154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqiCt8OrI/AAAAAAAAALY/1d1ZSPsin-A/s320/100_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brentles!! He actually came and hung out! He wasn't dressed up but it was good that he came! And he was soooo hyper! Too many pixie sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqhxRGK8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ntzFr2OEMIc/s1600-h/100_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769561626717122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqhxRGK8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ntzFr2OEMIc/s320/100_0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are being silly here... But I had a lot of fun hanging out with Neal. The dancing was a little weird for him since he just got back from his mission. But the strobe light was so fun and everyone was dancing like maniacs. Especially Kari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqIh5jbdI/AAAAAAAAALI/a7WH_jAmHVo/s1600-h/100_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769128004709842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqIh5jbdI/AAAAAAAAALI/a7WH_jAmHVo/s320/100_0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqIfp6GPI/AAAAAAAAALA/YCwRFf6pMXk/s1600-h/100_0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769127402215666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqIfp6GPI/AAAAAAAAALA/YCwRFf6pMXk/s320/100_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ron and I were trying to take a picture, and John snuck in. Haha. I love these two boys. They're some of my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqIZsYmSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uJbZgKD51sw/s1600-h/100_0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769125801990434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqIZsYmSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uJbZgKD51sw/s320/100_0496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqHhIOF7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1QOcg4xWsOk/s1600-h/100_0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769110617921458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqHhIOF7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1QOcg4xWsOk/s320/100_0497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh, everyone looked so good! It was a lot of fun. I liked my costume a lot, and there were lots better than mine too! CUTE! AHH! It was the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqHG17sQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mG4GamFhRrs/s1600-h/100_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769103561896194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQyqHG17sQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mG4GamFhRrs/s320/100_0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2082009857344404543?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2082009857344404543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2082009857344404543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2082009857344404543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2082009857344404543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQypt58R8PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aMBJokWuMXs/s72-c/100_0463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5926718239142001495</id><published>2008-10-31T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:12:01.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am one very excited girl. I got my temple recommend and patriarchal blessing recommend yesterday!!!!! I get to go to the temple tomorrow! This has been a rough week, and I think it will be a much needed trip to the Portland temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, today is Halloween! I'm going to be Goldilocks, and hopefully it looks good...I'm not so sure it will. I'll be sure to take lots of pictures though. I still need to curl my hair before work (but I don't work til ten).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to post a few pictures from this week. Some are of the airport, waiting for Neal, one with the whole family and other people, and other random ones. I hope everyone has a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfiKAjiJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kGnFGBSdXuc/s1600-h/100_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335261175253138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfiKAjiJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kGnFGBSdXuc/s320/100_0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfijmRxTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J1CDm2njpAQ/s1600-h/100_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335268044358962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfijmRxTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/J1CDm2njpAQ/s320/100_0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfiyxcYAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gB25AkMooPU/s1600-h/100_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335272117723138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfiyxcYAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gB25AkMooPU/s320/100_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfi5i9FjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rKZTOHsAISk/s1600-h/100_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335273936000562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfi5i9FjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rKZTOHsAISk/s320/100_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfjMYW8cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YY5YjIw08Wg/s1600-h/100_0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335278991831490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfjMYW8cI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YY5YjIw08Wg/s320/100_0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsftOE4_yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5KURf7XYt4s/s1600-h/100_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335451245739810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsftOE4_yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5KURf7XYt4s/s320/100_0449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsftGTxUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/J5X2QVhp-XQ/s1600-h/100_0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263335449160667746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsftGTxUmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/J5X2QVhp-XQ/s320/100_0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5926718239142001495?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5926718239142001495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5926718239142001495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5926718239142001495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5926718239142001495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQsfiKAjiJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kGnFGBSdXuc/s72-c/100_0439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-8198902111283927143</id><published>2008-10-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:30:31.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, don't squish them on your head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so weird how things can be so great and then so terrible, from day to day. But then you just have to realize that the hardest times in life are usually the most important. It takes time for wounds to heal and for everything to work out. I believe that I will be okay, and even blessed, if I just use patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 And upon &lt;a title="1 Ne. 6: 1 (1-6)." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/15a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;a title="TG Scriptures, Writing of." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/15b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;write&lt;/a&gt; the things of my soul, and many of the scriptures which are engraven upon the plates of brass. For my soul &lt;a title="Ps. 119: 24; Moses 6: 59." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/15c" type="A" mark="c"&gt;delighteth&lt;/a&gt; in the scriptures, and my heart &lt;a title="TG Meditation; TG Scriptures, Study of." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/15d" type="B" mark="d"&gt;pondereth&lt;/a&gt; them, and writeth them for the &lt;a title="1 Ne. 19: 23; TG Scriptures, Value of." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/15e" type="C" mark="e"&gt;learning&lt;/a&gt; and the profit of my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  16 Behold, my &lt;a title="TG Spirituality; TG Thanksgiving." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/16a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;soul&lt;/a&gt; delighteth in the things of the Lord; and my &lt;a title="TG Heart." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/16b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; pondereth continually upon the things which I have seen and heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  17 Nevertheless, notwithstanding the great &lt;a title="Ex. 34: 6 (5-7); 2 Ne. 9: 10; D&amp;amp;C 86: 11." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/17a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;goodness&lt;/a&gt; of the Lord, in showing me his great and marvelous works, my heart exclaimeth: O &lt;a title="Rom. 7: 24." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/17b" type="A" mark="b"&gt;wretched&lt;/a&gt; man that I am! Yea, my heart &lt;a title="TG Poor in Spirit; TG Repentance; TG Sorrow." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/17c" type="B" mark="c"&gt;sorroweth&lt;/a&gt; because of my flesh; my soul grieveth because of mine iniquities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18 I am encompassed about, because of the temptations and the sins which do so easily &lt;a title="Rom. 7: 21 (15-25); Heb. 12: 1; Alma 7: 15." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/18a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;beset&lt;/a&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  19 And when I desire to rejoice, my heart groaneth because of my sins; nevertheless, I know in whom I have &lt;a title="TG Trust in God." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/19a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;trusted&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  20 My God hath been my &lt;a title="2 Cor. 4: 16." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/20a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;support&lt;/a&gt;; he hath led me through mine &lt;a title="1 Ne. 17: 6; TG Affliction; TG Comfort." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/20b" type="C" mark="b"&gt;afflictions&lt;/a&gt; in the wilderness; and he hath preserved me upon the waters of the great deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  21 He hath filled me with his &lt;a title="TG God, Love of." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/21a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, even unto the &lt;a title="D&amp;amp;C 84: 33." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/21b" type="A" mark="b"&gt;consuming&lt;/a&gt; of my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  22 He hath confounded mine &lt;a title="Ps. 3: 7 (7-8)." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/22a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;enemies&lt;/a&gt;, unto the causing of them to quake before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  23 Behold, he hath heard my cry by day, and he hath given me &lt;a title="TG Knowledge." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/23a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a title="2 Chr. 26: 5; TG Dream; TG Vision." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/23b" type="C" mark="b"&gt;visions&lt;/a&gt; in the night-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  24 And by day have I waxed bold in mighty &lt;a title="James 5: 16; 1 Ne. 1: 5 (5-8); 1 Ne. 10: 17." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/24a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;prayer&lt;/a&gt; before him; yea, my voice have I sent up on high; and angels came down and ministered unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  25 And upon the wings of his Spirit hath my body been &lt;a title="2 Cor. 12: 2 (1-4); 1 Ne. 11: 1 (1-36); Moses 1: 1." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/25a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;carried&lt;/a&gt; away upon exceedingly high mountains. And mine eyes have beheld great things, yea, even too great for man; therefore I was bidden that I should not write them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  26 O then, if I have seen so great things, if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath &lt;a title="Ex. 3: 16; Alma 9: 21; Morm. 1: 15." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/26a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;visited&lt;/a&gt; men in so much &lt;a title="TG Compassion; TG God, Mercy of." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/26b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;mercy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Ps. 43: 5." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/26c" type="A" mark="c"&gt;why&lt;/a&gt; should my &lt;a title="TG Heart." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/26d" type="B" mark="d"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  27 And why should I &lt;a title="Rom. 6: 13 (10-16)." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/27a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;yield&lt;/a&gt; to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, why should I give way to &lt;a title="TG Temptation." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/27b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;temptations&lt;/a&gt;, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my &lt;a title="TG Contentment; TG Peace; TG Peace of God." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/27c" type="B" mark="c"&gt;peace&lt;/a&gt; and afflict my soul? Why am I &lt;a title="TG Self-mastery." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/27d" type="B" mark="d"&gt;angry&lt;/a&gt; because of mine enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  28 Awake, my soul! No longer &lt;a title="Ps. 42: 11." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/28a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;droop&lt;/a&gt; in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the &lt;a title="TG Adversary; TG Enemies." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/28b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;enemy&lt;/a&gt; of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  29 Do not &lt;a title="TG Anger." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/29a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;anger&lt;/a&gt; again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  30 Rejoice, O my &lt;a title="TG Heart." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/30a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the &lt;a title="1 Cor. 3: 11 (9-13); TG Rock." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/30b" type="C" mark="b"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt; of my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  31 O Lord, wilt thou &lt;a title="Ps. 16: 10." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/31a" type="A" mark="a"&gt;redeem&lt;/a&gt; my soul? Wilt thou deliver me out of the hands of mine enemies? Wilt thou make me that I may shake at the appearance of &lt;a title="Rom. 12: 9; Alma 13: 12; Alma 37: 32; TG Sin." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/31b" type="C" mark="b"&gt;sin&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  32 May the gates of hell be shut continually before me, because that my &lt;a title="TG Contrite Heart." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/32a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt; is broken and my spirit is contrite! O Lord, wilt thou not shut the gates of thy righteousness before me, that I may &lt;a title="TG Walking with God." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/32b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;walk&lt;/a&gt; in the path of the low valley, that I may be strict in the plain road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="33"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  33 O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy &lt;a title="TG Righteousness." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/33a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;righteousness&lt;/a&gt;! O Lord, wilt thou make a way for mine escape before mine &lt;a title="Lev. 26: 7 (1-13); D&amp;amp;C 44: 5." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/33b" type="A" mark="b"&gt;enemies&lt;/a&gt;! Wilt thou make my path straight before me! Wilt thou not place a stumbling block in my way—but that thou wouldst clear my way before me, and hedge not up my way, but the ways of mine enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="34"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  34 O Lord, I have &lt;a title="TG Trustworthiness." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/34a" type="B" mark="a"&gt;trusted&lt;/a&gt; in thee, and I will &lt;a title="TG Trust in God." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/34b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt; in thee forever. I will not put my t&lt;a title="Ps. 33: 16; Ps. 44: 6 (6-8); TG Trust Not in the Arm of Flesh." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/34c" type="C" mark="c"&gt;rust&lt;/a&gt; in the arm of flesh; for I know that cursed is he that putteth his &lt;a title="Prov. 14: 16; Jer. 17: 5; Morm. 3: 9; Morm. 4: 8." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/34d" type="A" mark="d"&gt;trust&lt;/a&gt; in the arm of flesh. Yea, cursed is he that putteth his trust in man or maketh flesh his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  35 Yea, I know that God will give &lt;a title="James 1: 5; TG Abundant Life." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/35a" type="C" mark="a"&gt;liberally&lt;/a&gt; to him that asketh. Yea, my God will give me, if I &lt;a title="TG Prayer." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/35b" type="B" mark="b"&gt;ask&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Hel. 10: 5." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/35c" type="A" mark="c"&gt;not&lt;/a&gt; amiss; therefore I will lift up my voice unto thee; yea, I will cry unto thee, my God, the &lt;a title="Deut. 32: 4." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/35d" type="A" mark="d"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt; of my &lt;a title="Ps. 4: 1." href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/2_ne/2_ne/4/35e" type="A" mark="e"&gt;righteousness&lt;/a&gt;. Behold, my voice shall forever ascend up unto thee, my rock and mine everlasting God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had such peace reading that. Sometimes it's important to put your problems in perspective. It's also important to FORGIVE YOURSELF when your Heavenly Father already has. Sometimes I just feel so guilt-ridden, and it's just something I need to let go of. I know that I am weak, but through the atonement of Jesus Christ I can become strong. I love my Savior. Have a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-8198902111283927143?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8198902111283927143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8198902111283927143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8198902111283927143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8198902111283927143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-life-gives-you-lemons-dont-squish.html' title='When life gives you lemons, don&apos;t squish them on your head.'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4104407008024276335</id><published>2008-10-28T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:51:32.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neal Schapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Silly Susan! I didn't get a picture with Neal! Other people got them, but I just got one with everyone who was at the airport. It was so awesome to see him again. I can't describe how amazing it was. He looked older, and more mature. And taller. Gosh, and I thought it was going to be awkward and weird but it just felt normal and comfortable (for the most part). I'm really excited to hang out with him this week. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Halloween is coming up! And there's a temple trip this Saturday, and Sunday is fast Sunday and I am just really excited about life right now. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to go to sleep. I haven't been sleeping. And I have to work all day. Love ya'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And...I'll add the picture tomorrow. Right now my computer is SLOOOOW. Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-4104407008024276335?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4104407008024276335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4104407008024276335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4104407008024276335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4104407008024276335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/neal-schapper.html' title='Neal Schapper'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-7605521796383204166</id><published>2008-10-27T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:14:36.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzzzZzzZZzzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now it's 2:13A.M. and I can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Neal is coming home today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-7605521796383204166?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/7605521796383204166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=7605521796383204166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7605521796383204166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/7605521796383204166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/zzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZzzzZzzZZzzz...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3895045320139528709</id><published>2008-10-24T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:19:23.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Conan O' Brien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Helllooooo there! Tonight I was a little disappointed because I was late to Kacy's b-day party and it pretty much died when I got there. So now I'm just kind of bored at home. But is it weird that lately I've been looking at wedding dresses online? A girl can dream can't she?? =) Anyway, I fell in love with a dress I found online. It is completely beautiful and exactly what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So this weekend is going to be VERY busy for me. I have tons of things to do. Cleaning my room is on the top of the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I kind of realized I'm a boring blogger. Well guys, that's because my life is boring. What can I say! But it is about to get a lot more exciting when my very best friend comes back home. I miss him a lot. I can't wait to talk to him again. It's going to be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To spice things up I will try to find a few funny pictures. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My age:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR2VHyY2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/risTdLwh3j8/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998046035108706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR2VHyY2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/risTdLwh3j8/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place I've been:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR23IfGqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YU9xQ6vCuLo/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998055164844706" style="WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR23IfGqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YU9xQ6vCuLo/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place I want to visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR3QSkhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Zo1YIjj-Iws/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998061918028946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR3QSkhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Zo1YIjj-Iws/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite place:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR3QhLwII/AAAAAAAAAHI/MNiGhwCVCsg/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998061979320450" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR3QhLwII/AAAAAAAAAHI/MNiGhwCVCsg/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite object:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR3mbvQiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FcCV2CetGHM/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998067862061602" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR3mbvQiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FcCV2CetGHM/s320/blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite animal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSP_YW-KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rd_nWQs1UH4/s1600-h/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998486875633826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSP_YW-KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rd_nWQs1UH4/s320/blog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite color:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSQO6qkgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-5y7bd4N2DY/s1600-h/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998491046056450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSQO6qkgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-5y7bd4N2DY/s320/blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite restaurant:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLVpu6EkPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eozhs2E1ZDQ/s1600-h/blog7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261002227665113330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLVpu6EkPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/eozhs2E1ZDQ/s320/blog7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSSwDaS0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/r04YAy2DmRQ/s1600-h/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998534300846914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSSwDaS0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/r04YAy2DmRQ/s320/blog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current place of residence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSTEJUDdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rKzyS8zpqnw/s1600-h/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998539694312914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLSTEJUDdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rKzyS8zpqnw/s320/blog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1bRYyII/AAAAAAAAAIA/pd-vmQZncvg/s1600-h/blog10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999130017745026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1bRYyII/AAAAAAAAAIA/pd-vmQZncvg/s320/blog10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best friend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1fm-_AI/AAAAAAAAAII/c56KhH2t06Q/s1600-h/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999131182070786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1fm-_AI/AAAAAAAAAII/c56KhH2t06Q/s320/blog11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nickname:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1u2A-gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KkdEo7RzuL8/s1600-h/blog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999135271647746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1u2A-gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KkdEo7RzuL8/s320/blog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS14YcoOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLghPtiAJQQ/s1600-h/blog14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999137831985378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS14YcoOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LLghPtiAJQQ/s320/blog14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandmother's name:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1_ljVqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IDGdNnr0TdE/s1600-h/blog15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999139765999266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLS1_ljVqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/IDGdNnr0TdE/s320/blog15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad habit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLTBTOzJyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aXJjMnLbELA/s1600-h/blog16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999334017836834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLTBTOzJyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aXJjMnLbELA/s320/blog16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First job:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLTBiT3afI/AAAAAAAAAIw/937UCb6SElA/s1600-h/blog17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999338065619442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLTBiT3afI/AAAAAAAAAIw/937UCb6SElA/s320/blog17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing right now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLTBjZtBAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T9Q2pYAOBbY/s1600-h/blog18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260999338358539266" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLTBjZtBAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/T9Q2pYAOBbY/s320/blog18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-3895045320139528709?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3895045320139528709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3895045320139528709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3895045320139528709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3895045320139528709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-conan-o-brien.html' title='I heart Conan O&apos; Brien'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SQLR2VHyY2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/risTdLwh3j8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-8525921233973821353</id><published>2008-10-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:43:33.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D34yiWbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pqk1Gt-1Tsk/s1600-h/100_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259786410975713714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D34yiWbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pqk1Gt-1Tsk/s400/100_0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yesterday I started to get sick... and it is no fun. Especially having to work. I just have a stuffy nose, sore throat, headache, and ear aches. It stinks. But I'm taking lots of medicine &amp;amp; stuff. Well, things have been good lately other than that! My weekend was pretty fun. I got to hang out with Tristan on Friday night, and it was awesome. We just talked for a long time and went to Burger King. Saturday I got to hang out with Amber, Nathan, and Brentles. It was great times. Here's some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D39KbdnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ET0oG73m61w/s1600-h/100_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259786412149667442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D39KbdnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ET0oG73m61w/s400/100_0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D4AjPaUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QRA99VTDiMU/s1600-h/100_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259786413059041602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D4AjPaUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/QRA99VTDiMU/s400/100_0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's 6 more days until Neal gets home. I'm really very excited. I haven't seen him in two years and it will be so nice. I have a lot to do this week before he gets home though, like finish his presents. Grr...I'm going to be busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6EidPwREI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X2AaKGM1UaE/s1600-h/lastnealpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259787142316442690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6EidPwREI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X2AaKGM1UaE/s400/lastnealpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just also want to brag to everyone that I am amazing at Tetris. Ask Jake. Hahaha. I love playing. I crave it sometimes. Also, at Papa's we got a new basketball game in the arcade on the playground...it's soooo fun! I got 109! (More than the others who were playing). So pretty much what I'm trying to say here is that I'm better than everyone else at just about everything I do. And I'm VERY humble about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6FBM2s86I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MH57z_LHPXQ/s1600-h/tetris.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259787670492345250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6FBM2s86I/AAAAAAAAAGo/MH57z_LHPXQ/s400/tetris.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I just say that I love Hailey Durfee? Okay, this girl is beautiful, and so sweet. I hope she knows how much I adore her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to volleyball soon, love ya!&lt;/span&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/9170252486294822427-8525921233973821353?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8525921233973821353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8525921233973821353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8525921233973821353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8525921233973821353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/tetris-anyone.html' title='Tetris anyone?'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SP6D34yiWbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pqk1Gt-1Tsk/s72-c/100_0411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-3488021542810639859</id><published>2008-10-11T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:34:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBWz5XYRsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bjyqltTaJWQ/s1600-h/tom_and_jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255796214713566914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBWz5XYRsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bjyqltTaJWQ/s400/tom_and_jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The last few days have been crazy and hectic. I've been working and babysitting and getting hardly any sleep. But it's also been pretty fun. I'm so so so glad it's the weekend though. And today I got a letter from AMY!!!! Yay! I love that girl. I think we should probably get a group together to write to her again soon. It has been a very long time since I've sent her a package. She is such a sweet girl. Maybe sometime next week we can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So the kids I was babysitting were my manager Tami's kids. They are too cute. We played dress up and barbies and cars and colored and did a halloween project and watched tom and jerry and played on their swing set. It was tiring. I love those kids... Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBWPkr5vSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WR-pJxmIMmw/s1600-h/100_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255795590687210786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBWPkr5vSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WR-pJxmIMmw/s400/100_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also lately I've been spending a lot of time at Jake, John, and Ron's house. And there I met my new friend Carrie. I like her lots. Here we are...this was after watching Finding Neverland, and crying. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBVzl1UGUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jdW8JyEdMyE/s1600-h/100_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255795109958785346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBVzl1UGUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jdW8JyEdMyE/s400/100_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, life is good because it's the weekend. WA-HOO! I'm gonna try to clean my room tomorrow, get an oil change, and work on some other projects. I don't really feel like doing much else. Oooh but I get to watch football! =) Anyway, I hope everyone has a tremendous weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I also saw the movie Eagle Eye tonight with my mom. It was pretty cool, I liked it.&lt;/span&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/9170252486294822427-3488021542810639859?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/3488021542810639859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=3488021542810639859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3488021542810639859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/3488021542810639859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/eagle-eye.html' title='Eagle Eye'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SPBWz5XYRsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bjyqltTaJWQ/s72-c/tom_and_jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2043700196700305430</id><published>2008-10-07T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:29:07.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complications of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I only worked two hours, and the rest of the day was spent making a "scripture a day" book for Kyle (soon to be Elder) Enlow. It took way longer than I thought it would... especially the coloring! But he really liked it, so it was worth the time spent making it. (All 730 verses). I work a normal schedule for the rest of this week. SO BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got a letter from Neal today (in e-mail form). That was pretty nice hearing from him. I miss that guy a lot. He gets home in 20 days! And my birthday is exactly a month from today! Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Although sometimes it is hard, I LOVE my life. I'm so blessed to have the friends and family I have. I'm so lucky to have a secure job and a place to sleep, and sometimes I take things for granted. I'm going to work on that. Meanwhile I haven't been sleeping lately. I can't stop thinking about all these crazy things. And when I do sleep, it's in spurts and I'm constantly waking up and getting out of bed for water or whatever. And I've been having very elaborate dreams that don't make much sense. Anyway, none of this is out of the ordinary for me. Goodnight loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2043700196700305430?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2043700196700305430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2043700196700305430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2043700196700305430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2043700196700305430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/complications-of-life.html' title='Complications of Life'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-518975580798162616</id><published>2008-10-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:06:48.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Nerd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow and Sunday it's General Conference!!! I'm sooooo super excited! And also my dad got home from Ashland today. He had been gone for a week. I really missed him a whole lot. He cracks me up! I'm also very, very happy because it's Friday and I don't work again until Monday! =) Tonight I'm going to see Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist, with my favorite nerd, Michael Cera. He's so flippin' cute. I just want to pinch his little cheeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SObOvw0vszI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FQOCRtJSdsI/s1600-h/cutenerd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253113335329567538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SObOvw0vszI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FQOCRtJSdsI/s320/cutenerd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aww, how precious!!! Also, I love the weather! I'ts been raiiiining and that's my favorite. I love Oregon. I'm just in a really great mood today... partly because I ate a lot of pudding, got to see my dad (Doho), have some time to relax and see a movie, and get to watch the ducks play tomorrow... but mainly because of General Conference, and hearing the words of the Prophet. I love my Savior, and know that He has a lot for me to hear. Anyway, I'm going to take a shower! I hope everyone has a great weekend. I love you.&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/9170252486294822427-518975580798162616?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/518975580798162616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=518975580798162616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/518975580798162616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/518975580798162616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-cute-nerd.html' title='My Cute Nerd...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SObOvw0vszI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FQOCRtJSdsI/s72-c/cutenerd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-2086238966207515697</id><published>2008-10-03T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:40:10.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I just really feel like I don't fit in. It sucks. I'm kind of done with the whole dating thing too. It never works out for me, for whatever reason. And the one person I'd be interested in dating is OFF LIMITS. It really is terrible. Also, I'm tired of hurting people (namely guys) when I'm not feelin' the same as them. I feel terrible because they'll want something more than I'm ready to give. I don't give my heart away easily. Grr... I don't know. This blog sucks. I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach. I think I've been nervous about life lately. I love where I am spiritually, it's just the emotional stuff that's been getting me down. Friends... boys... lame. I'm going to bed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-2086238966207515697?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/2086238966207515697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=2086238966207515697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2086238966207515697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/2086238966207515697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-5729348426716830153</id><published>2008-10-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:14:07.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever I go to Jake and Ron's we watch the sweetest movies on the planet. Tonight it was this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SORlDcJE7nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WyG9h8hVzKU/s1600-h/harold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252434175189118578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SORlDcJE7nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WyG9h8hVzKU/s320/harold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was pretty dank. I liked it a whole lot. But not as much as Run Fat Boy Run. Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOGFATHER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. All four hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hogfather&lt;/span&gt; were the best of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252434727188847682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SORljkgEXEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hyOamW9uQR4/s320/hogfather_dvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Like I said...we watch the best movies there. And it was so dang cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; Ron and John and Jake all three called me to invite me over for pizza. And when I called Ron back he said he wanted to invite me over because I had been so nice to them (I brought them all candy last time I came over). But really I eat all their pudding every time I'm there, so it's not like I really even deserve pizza. Ron is a nice guy. It was also cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the missionaries were over and we talked about conference and how cool it's going to be. I'm so excited for this weekend! I have a pretty bad headache right now so I'm going to take some medicine. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-5729348426716830153?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/5729348426716830153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=5729348426716830153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5729348426716830153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/5729348426716830153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/10/whenever-i-go-to-jake-and-rons-we-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SORlDcJE7nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WyG9h8hVzKU/s72-c/harold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-342939074505369961</id><published>2008-09-30T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:14:41.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Fatboy Run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night at Jake and Ron's I watched this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SOMT2GWzN6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YkssSkRMT0M/s1600-h/run.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252063410584237986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SOMT2GWzN6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YkssSkRMT0M/s200/run.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was awesome. Really funny. You should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking a lot about dating and how complicated it can be. Especially when everyone knows everyone, and people's feelings get hurt. I like to have fun and date, but sometimes boys just attach like there's no tomorrow. I just wish it was easier. And I wish I could elaborate in my blog but I'm afraid people will see it. Man. Just know that my life sucks in the area of dating...or the attempt to date, if you would even call it that. This blog entry is rather pointless. Elyse, you know what I'm feelin'. Love ya girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-342939074505369961?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/342939074505369961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=342939074505369961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/342939074505369961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/342939074505369961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/09/run-fatboy-run.html' title='Run Fatboy Run...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SOMT2GWzN6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/YkssSkRMT0M/s72-c/run.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-6256828450270200565</id><published>2008-09-29T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:28:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So today was just kind of blah for me. I get so tired of people who constantly whine at work. If you hate it so much, go get another job! I'm sorry, I just get really frustrated with adults who act like children. So that was my day pretty much. My week is going to be so very busy. I'm glad and I like it that way, but I need some down time. I would like to clean my room and decorate my car all cute. I've been reading "The Miracle of Forgiveness" by Spencer W. Kimball, and it is so amazing. I love it and can't put it down. You all should read it if you haven't had the chance. There's so much good in it. There's so many obstacles in this life, and it can be so hard but it's so nice to know that there's hope for all of us. "The supreme reward of struggle is strength." - Ralph Parlette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got an e-mail from Neal today, and he sent me a picture. I miss him times a billion. Here he is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SOGqcxbLZSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0sOQGiEe8Fg/s1600-h/nealonthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251666051771098402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SOGqcxbLZSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0sOQGiEe8Fg/s400/nealonthecity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He's such a good person, and a good example of what he believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefully the rest of the week will be better. Love you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-6256828450270200565?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/6256828450270200565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=6256828450270200565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6256828450270200565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/6256828450270200565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/09/blahhhh.html' title='Blahhhh...'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SOGqcxbLZSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0sOQGiEe8Fg/s72-c/nealonthecity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-8875315224689687725</id><published>2008-09-27T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:30:08.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a little summary --- or "summer"y---of how my last three months went. Wow, and you can see that I am a huge nerd. HA! Well... June was probably the most boring month of my summer. There were some weddings to attend, and some birthday parties but nothing too extraordinary. July is when it started to get interesting. Toward the end of July my family went to DISNEYLAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN53_0hgiEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycwGx2343O0/s1600-h/100_0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250766153875228738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN53_0hgiEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycwGx2343O0/s400/100_0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So that was pretty dang exciting. It was a good bonding experience for my brother and me. Liz, Dan, mom, dad, Ross, and I all stayed at the Residence Inn, and everything was great. We also went to Knott's Berry Farm one of the days. And spent a lot of time at California Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN54TrdmcvI/AAAAAAAAACA/0eTznktU85M/s1600-h/100_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250766495040303858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN54TrdmcvI/AAAAAAAAACA/0eTznktU85M/s400/100_0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;August was also pretty eventful. All summer I worked at Papa's Pizza a lot. I catered weddings on the weekends and August was especially busy with that. I also went to James Adney and Nikita Brougher's wedding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN3mw1nmT0I/AAAAAAAAABA/49OD6agYWo8/s1600-h/100_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250606467285143362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN3mw1nmT0I/AAAAAAAAABA/49OD6agYWo8/s200/100_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN3pUuFSdOI/AAAAAAAAABI/x7TB2TFAXe4/s1600-h/100_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250609282760733922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN3pUuFSdOI/AAAAAAAAABI/x7TB2TFAXe4/s200/100_0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;They are a great couple. I wish I would have gotten a picture of the two of them. Oh well, this is my best friend James. And he is a happily married man! Devin (another one of my good friends) was also at this wedding with me. I love him to death. The next weekend was Matt Smith's wedding. David Lam and I drove up to Waldport for the wedding, and then played at the beach. That was a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably the best part of my summer has been the past month. When Elyse came to visit we had so much fun playing mini golf, shopping, eating, more shopping, going to Portland to visit our friend Devin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN3plR3prqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T_sGlKfxX9s/s1600-h/100_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250609567245119138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN3plR3prqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/T_sGlKfxX9s/s200/100_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hangin out at Jake and Ron's watching sweet movies, staying out late, going on drives, bowling, playing Wii, and just enjoying the time she had here. Her being here helped me out a lot. I love her to death. And she made a lot of new friends. Isn't she cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN54zwZGkUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jixte5VsprE/s1600-h/100_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250767046119428418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN54zwZGkUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jixte5VsprE/s400/100_0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN545a5WurI/AAAAAAAAACY/o3D7tc-F-Qo/s1600-h/100_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250767143428340402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN545a5WurI/AAAAAAAAACY/o3D7tc-F-Qo/s400/100_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN548g0YzmI/AAAAAAAAACg/M2iONzqR_3M/s1600-h/100_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250767196557725282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN548g0YzmI/AAAAAAAAACg/M2iONzqR_3M/s400/100_0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it's almost October, and Neal is going to be home soon. I am so excited to get to see him again. It's been two long years. I hope my fall is as good as my summer was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170252486294822427-8875315224689687725?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/8875315224689687725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=8875315224689687725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8875315224689687725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/8875315224689687725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-summer.html' title='My Summer'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SN53_0hgiEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ycwGx2343O0/s72-c/100_0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170252486294822427.post-4964871102395982323</id><published>2008-09-26T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:53:17.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 25th, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyU5Le-nKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U4PwAw4GKAc/s1600-h/cheesehead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250234975663332514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyU5Le-nKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U4PwAw4GKAc/s320/cheesehead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've never had a blog before, and I've got to say...I'm pretty excited about it. My life is pretty great right now and I'd love to share with the world how wonderful it is. I'm just realizing a lot of things about myself lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's a little about me...I work at Papa's Pizza and have for five years. It's pretty steady and I love the people. I like my hours quite a bit too, but it's not something I'd like to be doing much longer. I'd like to start a job where, at the end of the day, I feel I have accomplished something. I want to go home feeling like I've bettered someone's day, not just by making their pizza perfect. I went to UO for two years, majoring in Elementary Education...but I changed my mind about that. It's not really what I want. I still live at home with my parents. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and it is amazing... the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love my Savior. I like writing, and reading, and doing crosswords. I like playing sports, listening to good music, and eating great food. Babyback ribs are my faves. Football is very important to me. I love the Green Bay Packers, and I love watching college football too. I can pogo stick pretty amazingly. That's about it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Pictures will come soon. I love my friends and family. Peace.&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/9170252486294822427-4964871102395982323?l=susanrcook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/feeds/4964871102395982323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170252486294822427&amp;postID=4964871102395982323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4964871102395982323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170252486294822427/posts/default/4964871102395982323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susanrcook.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-25th-2008.html' title='September 25th, 2008'/><author><name>Suzy1131</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234295826386174189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyVbuovz3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/LYv5q0JR2jo/S220/100_0314.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iS4croviAXM/SNyU5Le-nKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U4PwAw4GKAc/s72-c/cheesehead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
