<?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-4833528192570908397</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:19.879-07:00</updated><category term='sixteen'/><category term='EFY'/><category term='A-Z info on me'/><category term='Summer Happenings'/><category term='LP'/><category term='especially for youth'/><title type='text'>L I V E</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-7084465038052681913</id><published>2008-12-06T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:39:09.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixteen'/><title type='text'>Questioning 16?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/STsmUFyOgiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/t05Xob1FuDU/s1600-h/IMG_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/STsmUFyOgiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/t05Xob1FuDU/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276853514986750498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you probably know, my 16th birthday was about two weeks ago.  I had a blast.  I got a bunch of presents including a cell phone, so I was pretty excited.  My dad also took me out on my "first date."  (That's what the picture shows,  haha I don't know where I get my dork genes from.  I love him :) )  It was tons of fun, he took me out to dinner and then over to the Carrie Underwood concert.  I loved it.  The Friday before my birthday, my mom and friends threw me a surprise party which was great, and then we flew to Texas on the day of my birthday.  It was a fun couple of weeks.  Although I loved it all, I do not love my age.  I really can't comprehend the fact that I am 16, and in only 5 years there's a chance I could be a married woman. Ahhh...5 years ago feels like yesterday to me, and it was only about that long ago that I imagined myself a "big teenager."  I thought I would be taller than a 7th grader, weigh a lot more, "develop" more, :)  and I certainly thought I would be a million times more mature.   I don't even WANT to be this age either.  I know most teens would slap me for saying this, because for a normal person it's what they wait for their whole lives, but I'm not eager to date or to drive.  I loved my "15 year,"  and I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not ready to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833528192570908397-7084465038052681913?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/7084465038052681913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=7084465038052681913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/7084465038052681913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/7084465038052681913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/12/questioning-16.html' title='Questioning 16?'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/STsmUFyOgiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/t05Xob1FuDU/s72-c/IMG_2697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-1268565483482917201</id><published>2008-09-06T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:04:34.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LP'/><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQD9VMgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q6M6VEdoPOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQD9VMgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q6M6VEdoPOQ/s200/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035766641472002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We played tons of games (including speed Mariah :])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQWsYTrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YGFP8zJMVAg/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQWsYTrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YGFP8zJMVAg/s200/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035771670646450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Part of the interior of the house boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQrM6t5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/w2CkPWZtxl8/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQrM6t5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/w2CkPWZtxl8/s200/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035777175828370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The boys colored "hair" on Brayden to make him look more "manly," haha.  He's such a dork. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQz3WaOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ucp02_cHvYY/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQz3WaOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ucp02_cHvYY/s200/IMG_1000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035779501287650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We did wakeboarding, I loved it, but I wasn't very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBRPqY8JI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ecq-Q08dXGU/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBRPqY8JI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ecq-Q08dXGU/s200/IMG_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035786963120274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We watched jaws one night, then went out in the pitch black water, and played a game called Shark Attack.  It was so fun, but also very creepy.  I was the only girl that played, and everyone kept throwing me off of the tubes as "shark bait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAkab2x_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FyRxY1AU_mA/s1600-h/P1060465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAkab2x_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FyRxY1AU_mA/s200/P1060465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035016760838130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was our house boat, it was so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAkmujNCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xra0HMjI3Ec/s1600-h/P1060376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAkmujNCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xra0HMjI3Ec/s200/P1060376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035020060472354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We brought our jet skis and used them a lot.  This is me, Melissa, and Tyler getting ready to go on a ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAlM4DiSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_tI8o_kWho/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAlM4DiSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_tI8o_kWho/s200/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035030300887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My dad drover the house boat.  Scary.  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAlx9NjlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ITyN4pnEUck/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMAlx9NjlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ITyN4pnEUck/s200/IMG_0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035040254627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We fished off of the side of the boat almost every night, we caught tons of catfish, blue gills, and carp.  It was fun.  (We release all of the fish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lake Powell was so much fun!!!  I had such a great time with my family and my neighbors.  We spent about a week up there.  The house boat was great, and the Lake itself was beautiful.  We did tons of fun things (as the pictures show).  I'm sad we had to leave, but hopefully we'll get to do it again next year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4833528192570908397-1268565483482917201?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/1268565483482917201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=1268565483482917201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/1268565483482917201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/1268565483482917201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/09/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SMMBQD9VMgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q6M6VEdoPOQ/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-4698094967382627763</id><published>2008-07-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:02:56.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='especially for youth'/><title type='text'>EFY--Logan, UT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDywtyCp3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ieCULLTRmAg/s1600-h/P7110062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDywtyCp3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ieCULLTRmAg/s200/P7110062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228946086114273138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah, me, and mariah in "art"  haha.  Sarah became like our best friend.&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://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyxL4ZRsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HyVlZT4ERFQ/s1600-h/P7110066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyxL4ZRsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HyVlZT4ERFQ/s200/P7110066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228946094193985218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The boys in our group with me in the middle.  Teehehe!&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://bp0.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyx27vBhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4x-PZpnfHiI/s1600-h/P7110073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyx27vBhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4x-PZpnfHiI/s200/P7110073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228946105750717970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our little group of girls above, and our counselors below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyyf8itaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b4Or-jDN_to/s1600-h/P7110074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyyf8itaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/b4Or-jDN_to/s200/P7110074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228946116759958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyy8aghqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aYnTs27CZZk/s1600-h/P7110076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyy8aghqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aYnTs27CZZk/s200/P7110076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228946124401837730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our entire company above, and our dorm below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDySNe8MCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o7Q7liyjgu4/s1600-h/P7070017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDySNe8MCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o7Q7liyjgu4/s200/P7070017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945562048147490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDySWImcdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gu-nIzHWvAs/s1600-h/P7080022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDySWImcdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Gu-nIzHWvAs/s200/P7080022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945564370366930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and miah having fun with a camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDySztSXtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3IwG2e53lh8/s1600-h/P7080023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDySztSXtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3IwG2e53lh8/s200/P7080023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945572308868818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;From left to right:  Mariah, me, Sarah, Jenna, and the other Sarah.&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://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyTVu3X3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/buaRDntfU2g/s1600-h/P7100037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyTVu3X3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/buaRDntfU2g/s200/P7100037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945581442293618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our group at pizza night pretending to spy on the boys.  SHHH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Below is our group of girls at pizza night.  Our counselor is the one with her arm aroung the curled up girl, and next to mariah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyTiqKofI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DPox-4iRQlw/s1600-h/P7100047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDyTiqKofI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DPox-4iRQlw/s200/P7100047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228945584912245234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved EFY this year.  Last year was great to, but it doesn't compare for me to this year.  Our company was amazing, and we were so close.  We were all best friends at the end of the week.  We also met another group, outside of our company of some really cute guys.  I think Mariah talked about them on her blog.  (Oh, and sorry if I repeated some of the pics she put on, I forgot to check.)  Anyways, EFY was great.  haha.  I already said that but it was.  It was also amazing on a spiritual level.  Last year I felt the spirit, but not as strongly or as intensly as I did this year.  Some of the classes hit me so hard.  I really feel like my testimony of the Savior grew so much in just one week.  I was on such a spiritual high after EFY.  I hope it can continue throughout the rest of my life, because I love the feeling.  Tay, you HAVE to go, even though we may not get to go with you.  You will LOVE it SO MUCH!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833528192570908397-4698094967382627763?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/4698094967382627763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=4698094967382627763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/4698094967382627763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/4698094967382627763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/07/efy-logan-ut.html' title='EFY--Logan, UT'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SJDywtyCp3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ieCULLTRmAg/s72-c/P7110062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-5663024883025679616</id><published>2008-06-26T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:06:17.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Z info on me'/><title type='text'>Tag -- I'm it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, tay tagged me so here it goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A. Attached or single:  single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B. Best Friend(s):  Courtney, Miah, Taylor, Mommy, Daddy, siblings..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;C. Cake or Pie:  Like taylor, I hate frosting but I love the cake...I gotta say pie though cuz the&lt;/span&gt; fruity/chocolaty/scrumptious fillings are absolutely irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D. Day of Choice:  Friday, I can stay up later than any other day of the week on school and even summer nights.  plus, its PARTAY night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E. Essential Item(s):  Hmmm...toughy...probably food.  haha,I love food!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F. Favorite Colors:  Orange,light green, light pink, and turquoise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G. Gummy Bears or Worms:GUMMYBEARS fo' sho'!!!  I love chewy fruity stuff, and those itty bitty bears are so darn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H. Hometown:  Does that mean where I was born??????  Well, Salt Lake City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I. Indulgence:  Once again food...(are you catching on to the pattern yet, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;J. January or July:  Definately July, I love summer...everything about it...summer clothes, summer&lt;/span&gt; shoes (or lack of), summer crushes, and especially summer activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K. Kids:  When I'm married, I'd love to have a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L. Life isn't complete without:  A loving family, and loyal friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M. Marriage Date:  sometime in the spring or summer...IDK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N. Number of Brothers and/or Sisters:  2 sisters, 1 brother (well, tay, if your neighbors count than I guess mine do to, so 7 brothers, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O. Oranges or apples:  I love FRUIT! probably oranges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P. phobia or fear:  fear, I am a chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q. Quote: the one at the top of this blog and "Life comes at you fast--geico"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R. Reason to Smile:  I'm laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S. Superman or wonderwoman:  oh man, thats a tuffy, I wanna say wonderwoman cause I'm a woman, but I'll have to go with superman cause there is something awesome about a buff man in spandex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T. Tag 5 people: Aunt Kristen, Aunt Tara, Abe, Alex, Lora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U. Unknown Fact About Me: A couple of my friends and I visit llamas that we fittingly named Duck, Cow, Shelby, and Wesley.  (Duck is my Llama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;V.Veggies: Do potatoes count??? I like them mashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W. Worst Hobit:  Frodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;X. X-ray or Ultrasound:  I wanna see my bones....X-RAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y. Your Favorite Food:  popcorn and ice cream...yes, their even delish together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Z. Zodiac Sign:  Sagittarius.  My element is fire, my ruling planet is Jupiter, my symbol is the archer, my stone is turquoise, my life pursuit is to live the good life, my vibration is overly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;expressive (whatever that means), my "secret desire" is to make a difference in the world.  I am freedom loving, optimistic, and honest.  I am intellectually and spiritually advanced.  I am one of the most big- hearted signs of the zodiac.  (at least, thats all what the internet says I should be&lt;/span&gt; when I type in Sagittarius)&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/4833528192570908397-5663024883025679616?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/5663024883025679616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=5663024883025679616' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/5663024883025679616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/5663024883025679616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/06/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag -- I&apos;m it'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-3988743817184984256</id><published>2008-06-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:08:35.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Happenings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4jinIWwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zrWedaPVBB0/s1600-h/P5280033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212556539453790978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4jinIWwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zrWedaPVBB0/s200/P5280033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry, I haven't blogged in a while. Well, summer's here (and it has been for quite some time), and I am super happy. It is great to leave all the school stresses and drama behind me for a few months. This month has been my lazy month. I have not hung out with my friends for a coupl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I have just sat at home most of the time reading, doing chores, or stuffing my face with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;delicious summer snacks. I have been outside, but when I am I'm with my neighbor, Dallin, and&lt;/span&gt; my brother/sisters, or laying on my neighbors' hammock. It has been super relaxing, but I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ready to be back in my PLAYING MOOD. haha. The above pic is of me and a few of my BFFs&lt;/span&gt; from school. (From left to right: Mindy McDonald, me, Jessica Walker, and Jamie Tan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4kLpqaFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAL9VZZc8iE/s1600-h/P6060063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212556550470264914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4kLpqaFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAL9VZZc8iE/s200/P6060063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another thing that happened this month, was Haley's Birthday. She turned 10...it is so crazy to&lt;/span&gt; me that she has grown up so fast. I can't believe she'll be in 5th grade next year. She is turning&lt;/span&gt; into such a sweet girl. And, not to mention very cute, she has most of the boys in her class crushin on her. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4kh1Ri9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7-0fWZNELFc/s1600-h/P6140090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212556556424547282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4kh1Ri9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7-0fWZNELFc/s200/P6140090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4lXBppSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-2sjEBcR6xU/s1600-h/P6140115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212556570703537442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4lXBppSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-2sjEBcR6xU/s200/P6140115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4mDM-JUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XpZNXsg-qvw/s1600-h/P6150147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212556582562178370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4mDM-JUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XpZNXsg-qvw/s200/P6150147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last major thing that took place, is my Aunt Suzie's new baby.  She had her on June, 8th 2008.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She was a little over 6 pounds, and she's 18 1/2 inches long. They named her Piper Joy&lt;/span&gt; McGinnis.  She is such an adorable little baby. WHAT A CUTE NAME...and especially after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;seeing the pics of her, I can totally fit that name to her. My mom said that she has super long&lt;/span&gt; eyelashes and hair. haha. Her big brother Declan loves her so much. They are such a cute family :)&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/4833528192570908397-3988743817184984256?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/3988743817184984256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=3988743817184984256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/3988743817184984256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/3988743817184984256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SFa4jinIWwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zrWedaPVBB0/s72-c/P5280033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-6713339694415036090</id><published>2008-05-28T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:09:57.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGHSCHOOL and lots of LEAVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_ECH1sI/AAAAAAAAABI/oUs2RzpNPLU/s1600-h/P3010078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one of me and courtney's most recent "monthly tea parties"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_ECH1sI/AAAAAAAAABI/oUs2RzpNPLU/s200/P3010078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205560819794302658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_UCH1tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y0ePKN2Qr6g/s1600-h/P3010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_UCH1tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Y0ePKN2Qr6g/s200/P3010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205560824089269970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_0CH1uI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ff7zgav9OKE/s1600-h/P3010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_0CH1uI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ff7zgav9OKE/s200/P3010083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205560832679204578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our most recent dance night (we were mimicking "ENCHANTED scenes")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_0CH1vI/AAAAAAAAABg/cVtccVWQRGo/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_0CH1vI/AAAAAAAAABg/cVtccVWQRGo/s200/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205560832679204594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3eAUCH1wI/AAAAAAAAABo/6JCMeyvnaWE/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3eAUCH1wI/AAAAAAAAABo/6JCMeyvnaWE/s200/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205560841269139202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am so sad right now, because my bestest buddy in the whole world just left this morning for a long trip.  She is going to tour Europe for a whole month, and I am at a loss of what to do during&lt;/span&gt; the first month of summer that she is gone.  I know shes gonna have loads of fun, but I am going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to miss her a lot.  It is going to be hard to miss out on our monthly tea parties and dance&lt;/span&gt; nights...but i'm glad she's gonna have a fun, exotic vacation.  I am also way sad today, because it was year book day at school.  It just hit me really hard as I was reading through everyones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;messages, that I am leaving most of my best friends.  They are all going to a completely different high school than me.  I was bawling in a couple of my classes, because of how nice and sad some&lt;/span&gt; of their notes were.  I am almost scared to go to high school and have to make a new start with a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;new location, and new friends.  I can't wait to get out of junior high, but I don't want to leave&lt;/span&gt; everyone behind.  Hopefully I will be able to keep in touch with them over the summer, and all&lt;/span&gt; the years to come.&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/4833528192570908397-6713339694415036090?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/6713339694415036090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=6713339694415036090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/6713339694415036090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/6713339694415036090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/05/highschool-and-lots-of-leaving.html' title='HIGHSCHOOL and lots of LEAVING'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD3d_ECH1sI/AAAAAAAAABI/oUs2RzpNPLU/s72-c/P3010078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-3557267370058917135</id><published>2008-05-26T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:10:34.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EFY'/><title type='text'>EFY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDsujUCH1oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8a8Dmc4K7Ts/s1600-h/S5030714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDsujUCH1oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8a8Dmc4K7Ts/s320/S5030714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204804978564650626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDsuj0CH1pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/acDnNMvJQPg/s1600-h/S5030723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDsuj0CH1pI/AAAAAAAAAAk/acDnNMvJQPg/s320/S5030723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204804987154585234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This upcoming July, me and Mariah will be setting off on another EFY ADVENTURE!!!  I am so&lt;/span&gt; pumped for it.  We had so much fun last year at the Thatcher Arizona EFY, that we decided to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;try one up here in Utah.  We have not seen eachother in so long, that we are practically jumping&lt;/span&gt; out of our skin!  We have emailed eachother almost everyday, and somehow, we cannot keep off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of the EFY subject.  Now, all we have left to complete our excitement, is to get Taylor to come&lt;/span&gt; along with us next year...who knows, maybe we can go to CHICAGO!!!  :)&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/4833528192570908397-3557267370058917135?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/3557267370058917135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=3557267370058917135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/3557267370058917135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/3557267370058917135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-upcoming-july-me-and-mariah-will.html' title='EFY'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDsujUCH1oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8a8Dmc4K7Ts/s72-c/S5030714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833528192570908397.post-2209143236998067368</id><published>2008-05-24T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:11:07.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDhBTUCH1mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNTxv-VEcQg/s1600-h/kissing+prairie+dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDhBTUCH1mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNTxv-VEcQg/s320/kissing+prairie+dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203981169477539426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not blogged once yet, because I screwed up my background, but this is just a tester to see&lt;/span&gt; if it works...so hello!  :)  Heres a random picture of some adorable kissing groundhogs, sorry I&lt;/span&gt; know thats random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833528192570908397-2209143236998067368?l=peach25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/feeds/2209143236998067368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833528192570908397&amp;postID=2209143236998067368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/2209143236998067368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833528192570908397/posts/default/2209143236998067368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peach25.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-not-blogged-once-yet-because-i.html' title='TESTER'/><author><name>Whit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630766745559653249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SD36jECH12I/AAAAAAAAACg/uIkxbHgkuRs/S220/P1010021_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zUjm5vaAUyY/SDhBTUCH1mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WNTxv-VEcQg/s72-c/kissing+prairie+dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
