<?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-6153381467805931027</id><updated>2012-01-13T12:36:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Joy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2693075549519165221</id><published>2012-01-11T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:29:02.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; "&gt;January 12, 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; "&gt;Guess who has been on their mission a year today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISso4VBX9wo/Tw6EYVD2DzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/c1ZWw81Qckc/s1600/DSCN2685.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/-ISso4VBX9wo/Tw6EYVD2DzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/c1ZWw81Qckc/s400/DSCN2685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696636132175253298" /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;I am so proud of him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/-uKO4e3vEJcI/Tw6HEJwANwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZPPbo4mM8-M/s400/DSCN0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696639084076742402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&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/6153381467805931027-2693075549519165221?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2693075549519165221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2693075549519165221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2693075549519165221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2693075549519165221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-year.html' title='ONE YEAR!'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISso4VBX9wo/Tw6EYVD2DzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/c1ZWw81Qckc/s72-c/DSCN2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2145159968313921209</id><published>2011-10-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:55:40.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hands Down, without a question that is my Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH04cDfXLMU/Tp4rEPZ7YuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FnjQS7I3od8/s400/DSCN1857.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665012733133415138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I got blessed with the greatest mom in the entire world. Somehow she knows how to deal with me, and thats saying a lot in itself. She has always been right there for me when I needed anything. I have always had a major problem with stressing and freaking out about things (even since elementary school) but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt; even when I left for school at BYU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;and she has always been right there on the other end of phone when I need to talk to someone. Whenever I am having a hard time she puts together the sweetest packages to send me and help just make my day that much better. She knows me better than anyone, what things I like, don't like, you name it. I can talk to her about anything. Everyone that has met my mom tells me how great she is, even today one of my friends that recently got home from their mission said to me "Even though your in Utah I might go over to your house to hang out with your mom because she is THAT cool". Its true. My mom is the best &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/6153381467805931027-2145159968313921209?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2145159968313921209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2145159968313921209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2145159968313921209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2145159968313921209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH04cDfXLMU/Tp4rEPZ7YuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/FnjQS7I3od8/s72-c/DSCN1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2757074136253443413</id><published>2011-09-18T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:17:52.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A picture that makes you laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;This picture isn't even that funny, it was probably a 'had to be there' moment... but the story behind it is that I was complaining that I have a huge head and that my sister's head is smaller and more proportional than mine... my mom said that wasnt true (which it is) so to p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; line-height: 16px; font-size: medium; "&gt;rove it to me she decided to take a picture of our heads. This was the result of my mother saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; line-height: 16px; font-size: medium; "&gt;"okay girls smile on three!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oh4LNgET4T4/TnWxnRhsILI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FB3695Aa81o/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653620195511247026" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After my mom took the picture she looked at it on the display of her camera and burst out laughing. Sometimes my Mom, Sister, and I have this problem where if one of us starts laughing then the rest join in and none of us can stop (even if we don't know why we are laughing). So we sat there hysterically laughing for a good 5 minutes to the point that my mom may or may not have pee'd her pants... this picture cracks me up every time I see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I think its clear that I have a HUGE head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I keep of thinking of pictures that make me laugh so im just going to show a few more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Cousins Noah and Mataya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaqYSWYd3-4/TnWxU0_J_jI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XVHjQmgbxOA/s400/8-10%2B252.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653619878612565554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dad's black eye on Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-7yrlcMWHs/TnW1kQeuw7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/OQdWjFYNR5o/s200/DSCN1881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653624541737305010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;and especially those random pictures you get from people when they are bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; line-height: 16px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZTMNfRccZA/TnWzoFzE3gI/AAAAAAAAAWU/S-60RkMvKsE/s200/1109091144.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653622408566070786" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDEWxmXzp00/TnWz9dUlofI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ok3_OsBmTEs/s200/IMG00384.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653622775657898482" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; line-height: 16px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPpqJQnyrJY/TnWzL87mHDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/3OARt-U6jAo/s200/1274590010635imagejpeg_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653621925149547570" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&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/6153381467805931027-2757074136253443413?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2757074136253443413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2757074136253443413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2757074136253443413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2757074136253443413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oh4LNgET4T4/TnWxnRhsILI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FB3695Aa81o/s72-c/DSC_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-8506915423506593822</id><published>2011-09-15T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:59:39.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;A Picture of your most treasured item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWv7rCAt5WE/TnIsPyh1U7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/r00BmJO6jkY/s400/GandG%2B010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652629132076733362" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I never had the privilege of knowing my Grandpa Rogers. He passed away when my dad was only ten years old. I have grown up hearing stories about him and I look up to him so much. He was a pilot and a Lieutenant Colonel for the U.S Airforce, he was a trained astronaut and was part of the Dyna-Soar program (look it up). I know that he loved his family, and loved his country... But another thing I know about him is that he loved to play the violin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When my dad and his siblings were dividing his dad's things, somehow my family got the honor to get his Violin. When I was in elementary school I could NOT wait until I hit 4th grade so I could FINALLY get to go to orchestra and learn to play the violin. My parents are incredible and even though this beautiful antique instrument should probably be in a shadow box or some kind of protective case they let a little 4th grade girl lug it to school (even though I definitely was not ready for a full size violin yet I didn't want to play on anything else). I played this all through high school but then decided that to keep it safe, I should leave it at home when I left for college. One of the things I look forward to the most when I go home is to pull out my/my grandpa's violin and play it for hours. I love having something that I know meant a lot to my grandpa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love this old violin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO2lqgk5gSw/TnIr8gMnd5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/WBL3TiQZ6Co/s320/violin%2B005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652628800738391954" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTUSMHOczYQ/TnIo4NbUP3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ux-cUOyflmg/s1600/violin%2B008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTUSMHOczYQ/TnIo4NbUP3I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Ux-cUOyflmg/s320/violin%2B008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652625428445413234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6153381467805931027-8506915423506593822?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8506915423506593822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=8506915423506593822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/8506915423506593822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/8506915423506593822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWv7rCAt5WE/TnIsPyh1U7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/r00BmJO6jkY/s72-c/GandG%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-7538897343055366444</id><published>2011-09-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:35:07.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so I have a strange passion for bowling... I love it. Am I good at it? No. but i really enjoy it. My 2nd semester at BYU I took a half credit bowling class for fun and absolutely loved it. I never broke 200 but when you are bowling 3 days a week for an hour you do improve a lot so I got pretty dang close, but anyway... I went on a date a little over a week ago and from previous conversation he knew I liked bowling so he decided to take me. I think he anticipated that like most people I would be really bad at it and he asked me if I wanted to get bumpers (so insulting right? I guess he forgot that I'm Emily Rogers) so obviously I said no, then I think I sort of blew him out of the water when this happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OK7jh5DnuLA/Tmbxor-j9eI/AAAAAAAAAU8/iTw4C7IqH5U/s400/bowling.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649468463885055458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that 152 to 115? it sure is! Like that turkey in the 9th and 10th frame? Yeah, I was pretty proud of myself. To get his man card back though he wanted to play another game, but then the lights went out and cosmic bowling started and unfortunately for me I CAN'T bowl well when the lights are out... i HATE cosmic bowling. I only scored like a 90 or something the 2nd game... so he did have a better total combined score but I didn't care, I still had the highest score of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't really a point to this post... just to say if anyone ever feels the urge to go bowling call me up because I'd go whenever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-7538897343055366444?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7538897343055366444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=7538897343055366444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/7538897343055366444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/7538897343055366444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/09/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OK7jh5DnuLA/Tmbxor-j9eI/AAAAAAAAAU8/iTw4C7IqH5U/s72-c/bowling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2436073756269385013</id><published>2011-08-14T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:54:25.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've honestly never fantasized about things like "ooh I wish I were that celebrity (or person), I would be so much happier if I were as good looking or as talented or as rich as them". I just think its sort of depressing to do that. Why cant we just be happy with who we are instead of needing to be someone else? Maybe that sounds like a Miss America-esque answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; but its really how I f&lt;/span&gt;eel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But for the sake of them game, I need to pick someone... so I choose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BOB BARKER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbNJRKTfFTo/TkimY0ByMQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/24yi_9Rx5ts/s320/Bob.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640941478494744834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seriously though... How fun would it be to give people sweet prizes all day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've always wanted to spin the Big Wheel, I bet if I were Bob they would let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still upset they gave the show to Drew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But now that I'm thinking about it my brain is rolling and I am also going to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tabitha D'umo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nappytabs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qFtV8HaDoA/TkgukwmBmlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/z2I_KW3-L4s/s400/tab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640809742336105042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MT7XrdQPXgs/TkimDW3QfYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/pefshEeaZEU/s320/nappy%2Btabs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640941109888712066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll be honest, it would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n't be the worst thing to be able to dance and choreograph like she can. I'd want to be her on a night of SYTYCD where she had done a really cool dance and Nigel says "you guys really outdid yourselves this time" and everyone would clap or maybe a night she gets to judge. For real though how fun would it be to have a husband that would always dance with you? I sure hope I can find someone that will dance with me sometimes... or maybe even let me make up stupid dances and then be patient enough to let me teach it to him even if he has NO dance experience ever but will still learn it for me just because he loves me (even if he doesn't want to)... does anyone know a guy like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dcB9ZIk81g/Tkg381plWgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Ag5vQtMhi-8/s400/dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640820051614718466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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/6153381467805931027-2436073756269385013?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2436073756269385013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2436073756269385013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2436073756269385013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2436073756269385013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UbNJRKTfFTo/TkimY0ByMQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/24yi_9Rx5ts/s72-c/Bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-5601111000789258800</id><published>2011-08-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:48:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: A picture of your favorite Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I sort of failed at keeping up with this.... but here goes my attempt to start up again... The photo challenge never said this had to be done consecutively right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;DAY 5: A picture of your &lt;i&gt;Favorite&lt;/i&gt; memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh2RzcTvt_o/TjhpxYP1QeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tC2ScMsptY4/s400/page%2B10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636371230697538018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is a picture from my sister's wedding. I look up to my siblings probably more than any child has ever looked up to their older brothers or sisters. But really. I am 8 years younger than my sister and 10 years behind my brother. For a lot of families, having that gap would make the last child naturally just not be as close to their siblings, but my brother and sister always did so much to make me feel like I was just as much one of their friends. When Jonathan was a senior in high school and Megan was a sophomore, I was in 3rd grade. This was a time of the pop sensations of Nsync and The Backstreet Boys. One day we all learned the dance to the music video &lt;/span&gt;"Its Gonna Be Me" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;by NSync.... 7 years later we were at Megan's Wedding reception and I watched Megan go up to the DJ and request a song. She then looked around and said "emily! jonathan!" and motioned us to the dance floor. As I met them on the dance floor "Its gonna be me" started  pouring out of the speakers. Megan got a big smile and said "you guys remember it still right?" and for the next 3 minutes we gave our best performance for megan's wedding guests. I loved this so much. I know the whole story probably sounds so silly but it truly is one of my top favorite memories ever. I cant think of too many 18 year old boys that would learn a dance with not only his 16 year old sister but his 8 year old sister, or on top of that ever perform it in public.  I'm so grateful for my brother and sister. They are 2 of my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&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/6153381467805931027-5601111000789258800?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5601111000789258800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=5601111000789258800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/5601111000789258800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/5601111000789258800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-5-picture-of-your-favorite-memory.html' title='Day 5: A picture of your favorite Memory'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh2RzcTvt_o/TjhpxYP1QeI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tC2ScMsptY4/s72-c/page%2B10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-1282051530884702012</id><published>2011-08-02T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:10:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still being Crafty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my little disclaimer is that i am not a very crafty person at all! but these are the other two projects i have worked on over the summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I am a HUGE fan of argyle patterns. I love it so much (even though some people make fun of me and say its nerdy). I have wanted an argyle room for a very long time and it took years to find just the right argyle bed spread. I got this comforter a few years ago and painted my room to match it but never got around to the finishing touches. Finally I decided to finish what I started. I found a website called &lt;a href="http://www.bcrafty.com"&gt;bcrafty.com&lt;/a&gt; where you can go in and choose the font and size of wooden letters for VERY cheap! I was beside myself because I had been having the hardest time while looking at craft stores finding letters that were big enough and the fonts I wanted for a good price! Once I ordered those I ran to home depot and got a slab of wood and measured out the size of my argyle diamonds. With help of one of my friends, he taught me how to use a table saw and we cut the wood the way I needed it. I sanded and painted everything and with my mom's help got the ribbons that would look the best and with my daddy's help we got them hung up! I definitely couldn't have gotten it done without help from all of these people but i think it turned out SO cute. I love my room so much and it kills me to have to leave it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Finished Project&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9WKasmIP1Y/Tjhgg-_tI8I/AAAAAAAAATc/Fsv_rSYG7kM/s400/IMAG0004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636361053436453826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last thing I made this summer were these two magnetic boards. The blue one is going in my nephew's nursery and the pink one is going up with me to school! This project was super easy because all the materials were given to me from a left over craft project from our stakes Girls Camp 2 years ago so all I had to do was make it! I actually did have a really great time choosing out what paper would look the best and hammering the nails in. (Mod Podge is my new favorite thing and I keep trying to get ideas of new things I can make with it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that the word they gave me to put on them was "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". I wasn't there for the girls camp lessons to know what the theme was to go along with the craft but it still really touched me. It may sound sort of silly but sometimes being away from home is really hard and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;scary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for me, or sometimes I literally am &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;scared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to go take an exam, or sometimes I get &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;scared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that I will be broke at the end of the month even if i have done absolutely no leisure spending.... point is, sometimes courage is something that I'm lacking. This will be such a great reminder for me to have in my room to remind me to have courage each and every day and to face any trial with confidence. I hope Cannon likes having one in his room too! One of those magnets better be holding up a picture of his &lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt; Auntie Em that loves him so so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD2KTXkhlTg/TjhgyRXSL4I/AAAAAAAAATs/d7m2gJclXpA/s400/IMAG0011.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636361350424964994" /&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/6153381467805931027-1282051530884702012?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1282051530884702012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=1282051530884702012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/1282051530884702012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/1282051530884702012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/08/still-being-crafty.html' title='Still being Crafty...'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A9WKasmIP1Y/Tjhgg-_tI8I/AAAAAAAAATc/Fsv_rSYG7kM/s72-c/IMAG0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2060964193140797179</id><published>2011-07-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:43:24.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so... I'm not a crafty person but I really wish that I was so for some reason I have been on this kick lately that I wanted to be more crafty and its sort of been taking off in the last week. I have one project that I'm working on that isn't blog worthy yet but out of the blue I started and finished a different one today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Cole's little sister Annie is turning 9 tomorrow and she invited me over for her birthday dinner so.... for who knows what reason I decided I wanted to make her birthday present. Maybe it was because she is always drawing me pictures or making me bend-a-roo sculptures to put in my room so my subconscious wanted to make her something? who knows but this was the final product of the project I came up with!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvUAmT9qZtQ/ThgFFJzAJII/AAAAAAAAATU/6Ndl3S8te50/s320/DSCN2350.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627253320486757506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-476EOdMlU_g/ThgAR5Z-slI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WNAaPawMGpg/s200/DSCN2333.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248041866998354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started off by going to Michael's and got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scrapbook paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ribbons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wooden A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wooden board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mod Podge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a plain picture stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I sanded down the board to make sure that it was smooth and had no rough edges and then I painted it. (I painted the back Pink and the sides white)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Then I traced out the A onto the scrapbook paper cut it out, cut out the other paper to fit the space on the board then Mod Podged them on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1MYwJsOcvE/ThgEYt8MeZI/AAAAAAAAATM/uwTdaXJqIYM/s200/DSCN2335.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627252557094877586" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8brIXjlmo8/ThgAXt44WmI/AAAAAAAAASE/2H-hw-nwkS8/s200/DSCN2336.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248141854595682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YG5sKJksme4/ThgAdv2tw8I/AAAAAAAAASM/zR8Ez8nZ3wA/s200/DSCN2342.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248245461599170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I tied some Ribbon around the A and the stand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sKpi4HvCCto/ThgAkTA2KcI/AAAAAAAAASU/eE8TBSHFYNg/s200/DSCN2344.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248357978548674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GT2T-6atKRc/ThgD9ggeXlI/AAAAAAAAATE/PfSfCyu2CNI/s200/DSCN2351.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627252089632480850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To finish it up I glued the A to the board with tacky glue....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was super easy and if i do say so myself I think it turned out really cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQhNajFRR4g/ThgBBClF9KI/AAAAAAAAASs/oQQGHodIRKI/s200/DSCN2348.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627248851783382178" /&gt;(side view)&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/6153381467805931027-2060964193140797179?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2060964193140797179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2060964193140797179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2060964193140797179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2060964193140797179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/07/craft-time.html' title='Craft time!'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvUAmT9qZtQ/ThgFFJzAJII/AAAAAAAAATU/6Ndl3S8te50/s72-c/DSCN2350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2613638569209273274</id><published>2011-05-24T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:42:07.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Cole" Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94-8fpw18Dk/TdyAsXKqqyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/F1BQIsdQPVQ/s1600/DSCN2170.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94-8fpw18Dk/TdyAsXKqqyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/F1BQIsdQPVQ/s200/DSCN2170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610500735418149666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today I got to babysit my adorable nephews. My older nephew Tyler LOVES trains especially Thomas the Train. One of the characters from Thomas the train happens to be named Emily the train. For my birthday Tyler gave me my very own toy Emily the train. So a few days ago when he found out I was going to be coming to his house today he said "when you come can you bring Emily to play with?" so this morning when I left I made sure she was in my purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So- point of the story... We were playing with all of his trains and he has some that "chug" aka move on their own, so I had thrown emily back in my purse while we played with his trains but then he looked at me and said "hey where is Emily?" (note the picture below there are two parts to the train) So I grabbed the front part and tossed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WFKHV_6j2Ow/TdyA3KtRlWI/AAAAAAAAARY/wFzr4Ik3Cy0/s200/DSCN2167.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610500921052206434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it to him. The rest of our conversation went like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tyler: Where is her coal car?....... Hey...... its Emily the train like you are Emily and she has a Coal car... like that guy Cole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Me: Do you remember Cole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tyler: Yeah... where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Me: Remember? He went to Russia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tyler: Russia!? woah, I've never even been there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Me: Me either, He went to teach people in Russia about Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tyler: Jesus? Oh! I learn about him in primary and there is a picture of him on our fridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I thought it was the cutest thing ever. First the whole Cole thing itself I just thought was darling but then I realized how amazing it is that a 3 year old child can have knowledge of Christ. I asked him what he knew about Jesus and he said "that he loves me". I realized how lucky I am to have been raised with that same truth that Tyler knows and I am even more grateful for my friends that have decided to devote 2 years of their lives to bring that knowledge and other incredible truths to people who don't know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The best part was that I came home from babysitting to find a letter from Elder Jacobson waiting for me in my mailbox! I'm so spoiled, that boy hasn't missed a week of sending me a letter yet. It was just an all around good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Basically, I love my nephew and his trains and I love my missionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-2613638569209273274?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2613638569209273274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2613638569209273274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2613638569209273274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2613638569209273274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/05/cole-car.html' title='The &quot;Cole&quot; Car'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94-8fpw18Dk/TdyAsXKqqyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/F1BQIsdQPVQ/s72-c/DSCN2170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-4708933011478694298</id><published>2011-04-18T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:17:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the BEST mom</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm taking a short break from the photo challenge just to give my two cents on how great my mom is. I know, i know everyone thinks their mom is the best (and i guess thats the great things about moms is that yours always will be the best) but really my mom is such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a sweetheart. She always is so thoughtful and puts together the sweetest things that she knows will make your day. Like one time after my first semester away at school when she picked me up at the airport she was waiting there for me in my convertible with the top down with a Fiji water and a box of charleston chews sitting on the passenger seat for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me. Thats just one example but She just always thinks ahead like that, so anyway when i got home from work/finals today i had a HUGE package waiting for me along with a letter. The letter was my Official acceptance into BYU's athletic training Program! woohoo! and the package was from my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1HJdsH__wM/Taz6MUtDMFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uIshlG6GY6M/s320/DSCN2083.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597123526537719890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So obviously it was a good day. In the package my mom put a bunch of my favorite snacks and cereal to help "get me through finals" complete with oreos, flaming hot cheetos, bagels, apples and carmel dip, sunflower seeds, rice cakes, and Reeses Puffs. And there was a little "final survival" bag that had gum (which i always need during tests or else i bite my nails), Kit Kats (my favorite), a new pencil, then just cute stuff like hand sanitizer (since I'm in Microbiology and I've spent the semester learning about the microbes everywhere) and lip gloss. Also there was a big picture that she got that was super cute and totally fit me. Where she manages to find things that are always so perfect ill never know. She is just so great and knows how to make my day. I hope I can be half the mom she is someday. Thanks mom, you are the best and i cant wait to come home for the summer!!! See you in 5 DAYS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AuarlFHuYqU/Taz8YDvOkUI/AAAAAAAAARA/E3mdzXenv6k/s200/DSCN2084.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597125927165137218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJI3MUrU_C4/Taz8YmXjvbI/AAAAAAAAARI/6jkF_sVVGCQ/s200/DSCN2085.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597125936461102514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-4708933011478694298?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/4708933011478694298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=4708933011478694298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/4708933011478694298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/4708933011478694298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-have-best-mom.html' title='I have the BEST mom'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1HJdsH__wM/Taz6MUtDMFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/uIshlG6GY6M/s72-c/DSCN2083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-1120849778183590278</id><published>2011-04-16T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:38:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: A picture of your favorite night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... how do you possibly pick a favorite night? It seems impossible, But really... so again i'm going to do a couple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So one of them was this dress up night with Kristi. It was basically the last time we had a solid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls night before she got married. I know I'm a 13 year old girl at heart but It was so fun. We said we were going to start a diet and instead went to Filibertos and made a Pizookie. Then we went crazy and put on all of  my old dance costumes and took pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know why I love this night so much but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFZlbPsGqEA/Tap3D2beDQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aDk-u8wTJjc/s320/love.png" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596416394995305730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYmBDDgFL1k/TapyaKUVjII/AAAAAAAAAQA/ignhcIqT5zY/s320/fatties.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596411280733080706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one was when my mom came to visit me in utah! Sometimes the semesters seem so long when you dont get to see your family, so it was so fun having her here! We went and ate at the ski resort then saw burlesque then went to get me some new work pants... but how can you look at pants when they have fur coats and mad hatter hats in the store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXzi4q2YQyI/TapzVyclG7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZqEjXEMTj9U/s320/DSCN1948.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596412305117354930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gB8IyLjvZHU/Tap3ODORQGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/BS281ERCcEg/s320/DSCN1946.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596416570228293730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one was my Sadies Day activity to 6-Flags my Senior year. I mean who doesn't love a day of riding roller coasters right? But this post is about nights so the reason this makes the list of favorite nights is because (I give you permission to gag) on the drive home that night, it was the first time a certain person said I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CRAZDVihBc/Tap2zu6QalI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BefxO_hdIlQ/s320/sadies.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596416118099044946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would keep going because as I keep typing I think of more nights I want to put but... I guess I'll spare you all and stop :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6153381467805931027-1120849778183590278?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1120849778183590278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=1120849778183590278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/1120849778183590278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/1120849778183590278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-4-picture-of-your-favorite-night.html' title='Day 4: A picture of your favorite night'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFZlbPsGqEA/Tap3D2beDQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aDk-u8wTJjc/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-145452547882865203</id><published>2011-04-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:12:39.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: A picture of the cast from your favorite show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was impossible for me to pick just one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oXkL0gH-2U/TadiWUi1e1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/w2yrIfbEnG0/s400/friends.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595549197642595154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Friends is the funniest show ever (maybe slightly inappropriate at times) but so good! nothing fixes a down day like a few episodes with theses guys. I hope to own all the seasons someday, I'm at half right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2boKjEWCDA/Tadh9z_lHzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UdliOfM3PdY/s320/24-season-7-cast-photo-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595548776587927346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont care what you say, i dont wanna hear its predictable, i dont wanna hear its unrealistic, Jack Bauer is a boss enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-145452547882865203?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/145452547882865203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=145452547882865203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/145452547882865203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/145452547882865203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-3-picture-of-cast-from-your.html' title='Day 3: A picture of the cast from your favorite show'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8oXkL0gH-2U/TadiWUi1e1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/w2yrIfbEnG0/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2896187715667974110</id><published>2011-04-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:37:58.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morgan Rogers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;we've been friends since we were born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oJhREnUMsw/TaZa1vcyDMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0-EQXFkHNdM/s400/Emma%2Band%2BMorgan.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595259466371173570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We've gotten to dance together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;had countless sleepovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;plenty of dress up nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;We've shared a tent every family camping trip and she tells me stories at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We have done our "famous Pose" basically since we could stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNjgPX2Wa3Q/TaUIgWGw06I/AAAAAAAAAO4/B7CUM2htDoA/s320/new.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594887463860491170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Times square summer 09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and We both went to BYU after we Graduated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXKzwl_tO6g/TaT7CsvnX4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/CTLq84q_QFw/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXKzwl_tO6g/TaT7CsvnX4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/CTLq84q_QFw/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594872660890181506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Me her and Kaitlyn have cousin dinners on sundays and I love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Love you Mowgs &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6153381467805931027-2896187715667974110?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2896187715667974110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2896187715667974110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2896187715667974110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/2896187715667974110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2: A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oJhREnUMsw/TaZa1vcyDMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0-EQXFkHNdM/s72-c/Emma%2Band%2BMorgan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-7272212502992098356</id><published>2011-04-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:37:11.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!/60 day Photo Challenge Day 1:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;So.... the last time I posted anything on my blog was 3 years ago... oops. but im back and have decided to become a blogger! i still don't really know how this whole thing works but I'm trying! so to help get me rolling I decided to join the bandwagon and play this 60 day photo challenge game! yay! so here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Day 1: A picture of you with 15 facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALGM_SeAngQ/TaPcw9zmtYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UdRZ3BH4KTY/s320/Emily%252520Joy%255B1%255D.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594557895907128706" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. I adore going to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of my favorite things to do is to go flying with my daddy. When he first got his pilot's license he used to wake me up early saturday mornings and ask if i wanted to go to breakfast in Marana or Flagstaff, i loved those trips with him. Oh, and i know the whole aviation alphabet- alpha, bravo, charlie, delta, echo, foxtrot all the way to zulu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt; I am probably the most indecisive person you'll ever meet. making decisions is really hard for me True story: my 5th birthday party i cried after they sang "happy birthday" because i couldn't decide what to wish for, so my mom had them sing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a 3 legged dog. His name is max. I taught him how to roll over before he lost his leg but now he can only get halfway around. its pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. I like Ice cream (especially in waffle cones), jeans, and new mascara way too much. but really they are my guilty pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. I have been to a lot of concerts. I love them. Some are a little embarrassing to admit. Me and my sister not only went to Clay Aiken's but made shirts that said "Shakin For Clay Aiken" not even kidding. But probably a concert highlight was getting to sing We Didn't Start the Fire Live with Billy sitting next to my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. My lifetime dream is to own a hot pink car. It WILL happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;When i was little all i wanted was an easy bake oven for a consecutive birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;. Instead my dad thought it was such a great idea to buy me tubs of cookie dough and cake mixes because "cooking in a real oven is so much more fun". After hearing the story my sister in law felt so sorry for me for my 14th birthday she bought me my easy bake... i cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. I go to BYU. I've always been a bigger ASU fan but i think after 2 years of school im to the point that my cougar pride= my sundevil pride "oh rise and shout..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10.I can make 1, 2, and 3, taco rolls with my tongue. Most everyone can do 1 and lots can do 3 but have met few that can do 2. I'll show you sometime, youll be impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. My mom always said to me "lifes too short to eat generic cereal" Call me crazy but Marshmallow Mateys &amp;lt; Lucky Charms etc.&lt;lucky charms="" and="" cereal="" is="" basically="" the="" main="" staple="" of="" my="" diet="" so="" im="" pretty="" much="" a="" connoisseur="" cold="" font=""&gt;&lt;/lucky&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;I always wanted to have a cast when i was younger. I thought it was so cool when kids had a broken bone and everyone got to sign their cast so i always hoped I would. Unfortunately I never broke a bone, fortunately i can now name every bone in the body thanks to pdbio 220.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; "&gt;I am not a picky eater... but after an unpleasant experience where i thought i was getting green jello i now HATE mint jelly. Oh and i also dont like Costa Vida's sweet pork... yep i just said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;I made a life to do list in junior high and i have actually kept it. I havent added to it since but, i do look at it from time to time and feel very happy when i can cross something off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. I sing in the car, whether I'm driving or not... whether I'm alone or not... Loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6153381467805931027-7272212502992098356?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7272212502992098356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=7272212502992098356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/7272212502992098356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/7272212502992098356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!/60 day Photo Challenge Day 1:'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ALGM_SeAngQ/TaPcw9zmtYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UdRZ3BH4KTY/s72-c/Emily%252520Joy%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-7419692317517157271</id><published>2008-04-27T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:11.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUq5jMC1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kW57RiOjtWg/s1600-h/P1015747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194104913428403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUq5jMC1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kW57RiOjtWg/s400/P1015747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was prom. It was way fun! For our day activity we went white water rafting down the salt river up by globe. I went with a friend from school his name is Chris Temme. It was fun to hang out with some people that i usually dont. But the best part was riding to the dance in an old fire truck! yay for emily and going to her first prom haha. and yes my dress was HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUr7DMC1DI/AAAAAAAAAII/7bxck0N3e3Y/s1600-h/P4260215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194106038709834802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUr7DMC1DI/AAAAAAAAAII/7bxck0N3e3Y/s320/P4260215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUsMDMC1EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tKDLdZaU7gI/s1600-h/P4260217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194106330767610946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUsMDMC1EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tKDLdZaU7gI/s320/P4260217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6153381467805931027-7419692317517157271?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7419692317517157271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=7419692317517157271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/7419692317517157271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/7419692317517157271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/SBUq5jMC1CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kW57RiOjtWg/s72-c/P1015747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-653482109826376609</id><published>2008-03-22T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:13.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONALS '08!!</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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VCcR2GslI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sxQfDK69XWc/s1600-h/P1015563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180619999953728082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VCcR2GslI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sxQfDK69XWc/s400/P1015563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, saying that all the hard work paid off at state was a huge understatement. March 7-9 was the USA Spiritline nationals in Anaheim California. The highest that mountain view pom has ever placed at nationals in the past was third place, and our team from the previous year didn't even qualify to finals. My team went in just wanting to do the best that we could. We competed friday morning against 13 other teams. Later that after noon they narrowed it down to a top 6  to compete again on sunday. We made the top 6 and were so incredibly excited. Along with announcing the top 6 they also say what the highest score was in that division. They don't say who got it but it just sort of helps you get an idea of where you're ranked going into finals. Our score was .6 points lower than the top score. We all realized that if our routine went that much better on sunday we had a chance at cing really high. We had a day at disneyland on saturday then bright an early sunday morning we competed. Our routine was awesome and we "left it on the floor" as our coach would say. We knew we had done our best and if another teams best was better than ours then we were fully prepared to be happy with what we got and clap for them. After they announced 6th place we all were like yes top 5 thats amazing! Then top 3.... then we realized it was down to two teams. I dont think any of us breathed after that but then they announced the 2nd place team and it wasn't us. We all went crazy. It was an amazing feeling. We worked so hard all year, and it all paid off in the end. Mountain Views 5 man stunt group also took home the first place trophy out of 62 other teams and the Cheer team took home 3rd. It was such a fun and memorable trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VHnB2GsmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sIJY4ogIO1s/s1600-h/P1015521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180625682195460706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VHnB2GsmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sIJY4ogIO1s/s320/P1015521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VIJx2GsnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YQEncL0KRuU/s1600-h/P1015527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180626279195914866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VIJx2GsnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YQEncL0KRuU/s320/P1015527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VIiB2GsoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sy2NwAnFOEM/s1600-h/P1015532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180626695807742594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VIiB2GsoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sy2NwAnFOEM/s320/P1015532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VI8R2GspI/AAAAAAAAAGo/toXOaPqSyDQ/s1600-h/P1015534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180627146779308690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VI8R2GspI/AAAAAAAAAGo/toXOaPqSyDQ/s320/P1015534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VKEx2GsrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5tF-p8j_x9c/s1600-h/P1015550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180628392319824562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VKEx2GsrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5tF-p8j_x9c/s320/P1015550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VKbB2GssI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hwqJ_sY47ZU/s1600-h/P1015580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180628774571913922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VKbB2GssI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hwqJ_sY47ZU/s320/P1015580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180629556255961810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VLIh2GstI/AAAAAAAAAHI/t1OIlkT6ALo/s320/P1015568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/6153381467805931027-653482109826376609?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/653482109826376609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=653482109826376609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/653482109826376609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/653482109826376609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/nationals-08.html' title='NATIONALS &apos;08!!'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R-VCcR2GslI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sxQfDK69XWc/s72-c/P1015563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-6640849517851128244</id><published>2008-02-16T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:46:35.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STATE '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eMplFIfyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QIzO92nZOGU/s1600-h/P1015424_itA_027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167753743387098914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eMplFIfyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QIzO92nZOGU/s200/P1015424_itA_027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 26th was the state AIA Pom and Cheer Competition. The Mountain View Pom line was going for their 5th championship in a row. It was a lot of pressure but we worked really hard and it all paid off. We won state along with our cheer team who also got first place. Our 5 man stunt team got 2nd but we placed first in the over all Spiritline award. it was a great day. It really meant a lot to me because ever since my sister was a pommie and going to her competitions i couldnt wait for when i would get to compete for mountain view. The best was having everyone come and support me! i have the best friends ever and my family is amazing! Especially Tyler! He is such a good baby and such a trooper, haha his Mountain View onesie was a big hit!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eNj1FIfzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W6kbDzsnP6I/s1600-h/P1015435_itA_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167754744114478898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eNj1FIfzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/W6kbDzsnP6I/s320/P1015435_itA_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eOX1FIf1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZF3fHHl8bMM/s1600-h/P1015443_itA_009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167755637467676498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eOX1FIf1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZF3fHHl8bMM/s320/P1015443_itA_009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eOt1FIf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jBV0UVonc9Q/s1600-h/P1015440_itA_012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756015424798562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eOt1FIf2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/jBV0UVonc9Q/s320/P1015440_itA_012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7ePhFFIf4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4L0d6zSXk7g/s1600-h/P1015452_itA_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756895893094274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7ePhFFIf4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/4L0d6zSXk7g/s320/P1015452_itA_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167755100596764482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eN4lFIf0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Bzw0lUwYRZk/s320/P1015438_itA_014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7ePF1FIf3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vHAs9nnV8E4/s1600-h/P1015432_itA_020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167756427741658994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7ePF1FIf3I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vHAs9nnV8E4/s320/P1015432_itA_020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167757651807338386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eQNFFIf5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9qg7o0ffqAQ/s400/P1015449_itA_004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-6640849517851128244?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6640849517851128244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=6640849517851128244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/6640849517851128244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/6640849517851128244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/state-07.html' title='STATE &apos;08'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eMplFIfyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QIzO92nZOGU/s72-c/P1015424_itA_027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-4736654990491852212</id><published>2008-02-16T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:15.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Formal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eLTFFIfxI/AAAAAAAAADw/O_E5xzTpQbM/s1600-h/P1015365_365_076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167752257328414482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eLTFFIfxI/AAAAAAAAADw/O_E5xzTpQbM/s320/P1015365_365_076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eIflFIfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/U0xBE6ZBcqo/s1600-h/P1015382_382_090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167749173541895922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eIflFIfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/U0xBE6ZBcqo/s320/P1015382_382_090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In january my school had its winter formal.... yes it was way late usually its in december but anyway, it was so much fun! I just had a really small group it was me Madi Lauren Jenni And Alex but it was a blast. I took my friend Greg from my old ward. My grandpa made the steaks for our dinner which we had at my house. My mom megan and Jenni's mom decorated the living room and made the table look beautiful. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167751943795801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eLA1FIfwI/AAAAAAAAADo/8PFF7KeG2oI/s320/P1015389_389_096.jpg" border="0" /&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/6153381467805931027-4736654990491852212?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/4736654990491852212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=4736654990491852212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/4736654990491852212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/4736654990491852212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-formal.html' title='Winter Formal'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eLTFFIfxI/AAAAAAAAADw/O_E5xzTpQbM/s72-c/P1015365_365_076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-2073921994782913811</id><published>2008-02-16T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:16.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutly love christmas time! it is by far the best &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eERVFIfsI/AAAAAAAAADI/OLNrZQ1A3jQ/s1600-h/P1015257_itA_030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167744530682248898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eERVFIfsI/AAAAAAAAADI/OLNrZQ1A3jQ/s320/P1015257_itA_030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time of the year and of course reminds me of my grandma Rogers. This year the big Rogers Christmas eve party was at our house. I love &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eAZVFIfpI/AAAAAAAAACw/WXG2YgTfzqg/s1600-h/P1015265_itA_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167740270074691218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eAZVFIfpI/AAAAAAAAACw/WXG2YgTfzqg/s200/P1015265_itA_022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;getting to see all of the family. It seems like even if people can't make it to the beach or a birthday bag party, christmas is the one time where you usually get to see everyone and i love my family more than anything. Every year morgan and i get a picture together with santa... haha no matter how old i get i dont think i wil think christmas will be complete without this kodak moment with morgan :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha the only thing that makes me sad about christmas time is when the night ends i'm the only one at home but since megan and steve love me so much they spent their first christmas married at our house with me! i have the best siblings ever!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eA3FFIfqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/liHvbyEiTvQ/s1600-h/P1015272_itA_016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167740781175799458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eA3FFIfqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/liHvbyEiTvQ/s200/P1015272_itA_016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well christmas morning we opened gifts then later Jonathan kristin and tyler, my grandpa and my aunt Amy uncle Rick and Cousin Erik came over for christmas dinner. Im so greatful for the holiday season!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eElVFIftI/AAAAAAAAADQ/41SJV2Uzt_M/s1600-h/P1015284_itA_008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167744874279632594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R7eElVFIftI/AAAAAAAAADQ/41SJV2Uzt_M/s320/P1015284_itA_008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6153381467805931027-2073921994782913811?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2073921994782913811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=2073921994782913811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-767362531736716116</id><published>2008-01-22T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:08:24.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce U!</title><content type='html'>for mutual we went to bounce U. for those of you that dont know what bounce u is, its just a place that has two huge rooms with all sorts of the carnival type big inflatable obstacle courses and slides and whatnot. the best thing there in this huge thing than has about 4 layers of these wierd strappy things than can hold your weight but then you can fall through them all the way to the bottom. wow that sounded so intelligent...that probably doesn't make any sense but anyways. haha it was so much fun! we all came out with some burns but it was well wortrth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43312b6704a93712" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/8211799790526990110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/8211799790526990110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/night-activity.html' title='Night Activity'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5aPGjV3B1I/AAAAAAAAACg/EKEvNSmjqwY/s72-c/P1120153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-8094595577551373467</id><published>2008-01-22T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:16.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Lee, Tyler Lee, Does whatever a Tyler Lee does</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5aC7zV3BzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0xQGmwAqcdU/s1600-h/PC280095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158454387105269554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5aC7zV3BzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0xQGmwAqcdU/s320/PC280095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;basically i have the cutest nephew ever! a couple weeks ago jonathan and kristin went to go see Annie and asked my parents to babysit. they told J and K that they could then later realized that they had a wedding reception to go to that night so emily was told "you get to babysit tyler!"..... haha ill be honest, i had zero complaints! hes such a good baby! except &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5aEPjV3B0I/AAAAAAAAACY/nLpA9SzMWPQ/s1600-h/PC280096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158455825919313730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5aEPjV3B0I/AAAAAAAAACY/nLpA9SzMWPQ/s200/PC280096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the poor guy got stuck with his dads/megans/ auntie em's incredibly attractive sleeping habbits haha.  So i made my mom take a picture of me pretending to sleep before they left. It made me proud to call him my nephew (and not to mention it gave me a good laugh)&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/6153381467805931027-8094595577551373467?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8094595577551373467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=8094595577551373467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/8094595577551373467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/8094595577551373467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/tyler-lee-tyler-lee-does-whatever-tyler.html' title='Tyler Lee, Tyler Lee, Does whatever a Tyler Lee does'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5aC7zV3BzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0xQGmwAqcdU/s72-c/PC280095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-1842620246085130082</id><published>2008-01-21T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:17.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5VsXjV3BwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GhuE-PQTYI8/s1600-h/YES+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158148100102489858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5VsXjV3BwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GhuE-PQTYI8/s320/YES+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of the year my friend andrew asked me to homecoming. and of course you dont want to answer like everyone else so naturally we tried to come up with something that would be different. long story short Somehow i convinced my dad to take us up in his plane, while my poor mom spelt out "Yes" on the ground. I'm not going to lie it was sort of stressful and took a lot on my parents part but they are wonderful and helped me out with it, and it was probably one of the coolest things ever.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5VsXzV3BxI/AAAAAAAAACA/AVSg4ttJAQE/s1600-h/YES+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158148104397457170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5VsXzV3BxI/AAAAAAAAACA/AVSg4ttJAQE/s320/YES+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-1842620246085130082?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1842620246085130082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=1842620246085130082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/1842620246085130082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/1842620246085130082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-beginning-of-year-my-friend-andrew.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NZvK8JssC5o/R5VsXjV3BwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GhuE-PQTYI8/s72-c/YES+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153381467805931027.post-3992694550843213710</id><published>2008-01-21T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:02:15.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still trying to figure this out...</title><content type='html'>Well basically since all of my cousins and sibblings have blogs i started feeling left out... especially since my dad made me delete my myspace last summer. But i guess for some reason blogs are considered okay. I feel a little dumb considering that everyone that i know with a blog is married... but hey just go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways kristin told my to put some stuff on here just so i had something so im going to back track just a little bit and just a fair warning i am a horrible speller.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153381467805931027-3992694550843213710?l=emjoyrogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3992694550843213710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153381467805931027&amp;postID=3992694550843213710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/3992694550843213710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153381467805931027/posts/default/3992694550843213710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emjoyrogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-still-trying-to-figure-this-out.html' title='Im still trying to figure this out...'/><author><name>Emily Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11079007263511708070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKRqpHEgIbg/TaP9vv_PQnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/gXZnvQlVavU/s220/DSCN1902.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
