<?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-7233317761307632416</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:22.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bails</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773078765693925966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233317761307632416.post-1878794216284451752</id><published>2009-05-16T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:33:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY CARSON!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I became the proud aunti of number six tonight. Baby Carson was born weighing exactly 7 pounds! He is do tiny and so dang cute..I am glad that they live so close, I can actually see their apartment from mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so content laying beside mommy and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bw5yZ47I/AAAAAAAAAFc/piGzHKDHmAc/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336655347905586098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bw5yZ47I/AAAAAAAAAFc/piGzHKDHmAc/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwE6P9mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o6VB6F9F6D8/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwE6P9mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o6VB6F9F6D8/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336655333711410786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwE6P9mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o6VB6F9F6D8/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwE6P9mI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o6VB6F9F6D8/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you are going to be a great daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwX7OaZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5y_z5UMen8k/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336655338815777170" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwX7OaZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5y_z5UMen8k/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;He wasn't quite sure what to think about the bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336655342196058002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwkhJZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QOy0zA1W8OY/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Proud mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The cute little family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwrnCmoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KAEjdNGCx88/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336655344099826306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bwrnCmoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KAEjdNGCx88/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom, I hope these will do for now. I have some more on my camera, and I think I'm going to go visit tomorrow after church so I will take some more. They plan on going home sometime on Monday, so they will be in the hostpital for a few more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233317761307632416-1878794216284451752?l=heyyabails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/feeds/1878794216284451752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233317761307632416&amp;postID=1878794216284451752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/1878794216284451752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/1878794216284451752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-carson.html' title='BABY CARSON!!'/><author><name>Bails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773078765693925966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/Sg-bw5yZ47I/AAAAAAAAAFc/piGzHKDHmAc/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233317761307632416.post-6668301299077062858</id><published>2008-09-26T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:28:42.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSE is where you want to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this is long over due.. But better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262035630916452642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQaBhuA5QSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lEcpE4KY6Qk/s320/233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Most of the Board Members that were up at Conference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the past few months now my life consists of eating, drinking and sleeping SSE (Student Spirit Events).. Okay well maybe not so much now as it was the last two weeks of August and the first week of September. Those first few weeks that I was back in Rexburg I practically lived in the Rigby Hall, along with everyone else on the board. Don't get me wrong, I love it..actually that is the reason why I came back on my off track. Well that and the fact that there is a social life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQawvKP12hI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xcefn5jrmr0/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262087538880141842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQawvKP12hI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xcefn5jrmr0/s320/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQawuZpGMaI/AAAAAAAAACE/c1j3mhG_pw8/s1600-h/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262087525832733090" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQawuZpGMaI/AAAAAAAAACE/c1j3mhG_pw8/s320/234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQawu1PwfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/FpInPRAMDxk/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262087533242646194" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQawu1PwfrI/AAAAAAAAACM/FpInPRAMDxk/s320/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Just a few pics from our three day adventures up at Spirit Conference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life has been great though, I've met so many new people and have made unforgettable memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those three weeks preparing for and participating in Get Connected were extremely long. 19 hour days, 6 days a week. At times I wondered why I even enjoyed being a part of it. However, in all reality I don't know how I could have not been. Those few short weeks changed my life, it was during all the commotion of stressful days, late nights, and hours worth of laughing, that I realized why I was back in Rexburg. SSE is not only an organization where you serve the school and the new students, or meet new people, it is also an organization that helps you discover yourself and your true potential. People may think that I have changed since being involved, I'm not going to lie, I have. But I have changed for the better. I am happy with who I am, with the friends that I have made, and what I am becoming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdKHqobplI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w8NlSLZSQNo/s1600-h/402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256185169126994" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdKHqobplI/AAAAAAAAAC0/w8NlSLZSQNo/s320/402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdVPeOqyPI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZHtbAQoFCAw/s1600-h/370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262268413906700530" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdVPeOqyPI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZHtbAQoFCAw/s320/370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               (I-REP Board, aka the I-REP-RESENTS)                                                 (Parents Day Luau)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdKG686zUI/AAAAAAAAACk/g4xq3HdcCqU/s1600-h/368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262256172370152770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdKG686zUI/AAAAAAAAACk/g4xq3HdcCqU/s320/368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This pic was taken during the Get Connected Preview, we all ran as fast as we could from our spots on the floor. No one really knew how anyone was going to pose.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The lack of sleep sure wore me out, as I am sure it did everyone. It's crazy how you can fall asleep virtually anywhere when you are beyond the point of exhaustion! I wouldn't have given up being a part of those three weeks for anything, even though when I was caught in some moments I just wanted to give up!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdKIIA5c1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Gl2uhVHl9ls/s1600-h/399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We were all so tired that when ever we had any kind of down time we would find someone or something to lay our heads on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdVOCwyZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/98kta9rXaIw/s1600-h/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262268389353743810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdVOCwyZcI/AAAAAAAAADE/98kta9rXaIw/s320/312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQehrvurcOI/AAAAAAAAADk/DKYxITCpuG0/s1600-h/372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262352462524412130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQehrvurcOI/AAAAAAAAADk/DKYxITCpuG0/s320/372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdVOgi6QmI/AAAAAAAAADM/Gstx8lwg9lQ/s1600-h/399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262268397348602466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQdVOgi6QmI/AAAAAAAAADM/Gstx8lwg9lQ/s320/399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(We really were asleep in this picture. It was at the end of I-Night, the last night of Get Connected!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233317761307632416-6668301299077062858?l=heyyabails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/feeds/6668301299077062858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233317761307632416&amp;postID=6668301299077062858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/6668301299077062858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/6668301299077062858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/2008/09/sse-is-where-you-want-to-be.html' title='SSE is where you want to be...'/><author><name>Bails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773078765693925966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SQaBhuA5QSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lEcpE4KY6Qk/s72-c/233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233317761307632416.post-2733648478474847450</id><published>2008-06-11T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:15:40.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was attending SUMMER semester!!!</title><content type='html'>So, here in the BURG, you never know what the weather is going to be like. Unfortunately you can never plan too far in advance because if you are hoping to have sunshine then mostly you will get rain, or even worse SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take this morning for example, when I woke up I ran out to my car to grab my backpack, and when I opened the apartment door a bitter cold breeze came in, it was FREEZING. Less than an hour later though we left to go to class and as we were walking out the door, Di and I looked at each other and were like "is it snow&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SFBMpl-H_KI/AAAAAAAAABU/0ttnPngUIfg/s1600-h/snowflakes%2520on%2520blue.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210749046318693538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SFBMpl-H_KI/AAAAAAAAABU/0ttnPngUIfg/s320/snowflakes%2520on%2520blue.png" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing?" and we thought no it can't be it must just be rain. But as we approached the steps, we realized we were wrong, it was actually snowing, in the middle of JUNE!! WHAT THE HECK!! I paid for a summer semester in Idaho, where it’s supposed to be unbearably HOT, not a relapse of WINTER semester which was miserably COLD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean talk about Global Warming!! I don't know about you but I don't know if I agree with anything my BIO teacher was talking about last week, how can there be global warming when it is snowing in June? Do the scientists have things mixed up? Are they really talking about GLOBAL COOLING? Because that would make a whole lot more sense to me right now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait could we just change the name of Rexburg? Because with a nick name like "THE BURG" of course it ALWAYS going to be cold!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's my pathetic news for the day, I hope where ever you are the weather is treating a little more nicely!!!&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/7233317761307632416-2733648478474847450?l=heyyabails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/feeds/2733648478474847450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233317761307632416&amp;postID=2733648478474847450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/2733648478474847450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/2733648478474847450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-thought-i-was-attending-summer.html' title='I thought I was attending SUMMER semester!!!'/><author><name>Bails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773078765693925966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SFBMpl-H_KI/AAAAAAAAABU/0ttnPngUIfg/s72-c/snowflakes%2520on%2520blue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233317761307632416.post-8702414917962972701</id><published>2008-06-07T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:04:52.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin' plannin' and dreamin' each night of his charms that won't get you into his arms..."</title><content type='html'>So you know those chick flicks where the a girl steals her best friend's boyfriend? Usually the girl is conniving, and she is doing it out of spite or revenge towards her friend, right?! While watching the movie you start to despise her, you think she is the worse friend ever (don't lie I know those thoughts go through every girls head).&lt;br /&gt;Well what's the difference if they weren't really "together" in the first place, and even though they both showed mutual interest, the guy decides he isn't so sure anymore. Meanwhile the girl is still head over heels for him.. BUT he starts having a liking for her best friend AND roommate. To make matters worse this guy just happens to be the nicest guy ever, the kind of guy every girl wants. So, what does this so called "best friend" do? Does she pursue the guy her best friend still likes? Tell him she doesn't like him even though she does? OR Try to act as if she had no idea about his feelings for her, and talk her best friend up so maybe he will start liking her again?&lt;br /&gt;Before you are put into that situation, I'm sure you would all say that you would never do that to your best friend, friendships are more important, right? You would never let something like a guy get in between you and the person you are with 24/7 and when I say 24/7 that is literally what I mean, because even when you not together you are constantly communicating in one way or another! You know there would be tension between the two of you, but where would you go to get away from her when your beds are in the shape of an "L" and you sleep with your heads next to each other?&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now lets go back to scene two of the movie, in this scene the guy tells the best friend that he is not sure that what he felt with her friend was anything more than what one would feel with just a good friend. So being girls, you know that she is going to go home and tell her BFF everything that they talked about, DUH! So, obviously she is going to be sad and upset, any girl would be. BUT, then get this she begins to tease her BFF and say that he is going to go after her now, and he will start falling for her. Why would she do something like that? Does she know something that she isn't sharing? Despite the teasing, she is bitter and frustrated towards her friend, even though nothing has happened... WHAT THE HECK, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;WELL, during the next scene, a comment is made that hints towards the fact that she may not be "totally wrong". But how could this be, he is supposed to like her best friend not her. However she can't hide the fact that she shares some mutual feelings for him as well, (everyone knows she had been interested from the day they met, but backed off when she found out her BFF like him too). So now REALLY, what would you do? Pursue the guy your best friend still likes? Tell him you don't like him even though you do? OR Try to act as if you had no idea about his feelings for you, and talk your best friend up so maybe he will start liking her again?&lt;br /&gt;BUT STILL THE REAL QUESTION IS.....&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH DOES HE LIKE YOU?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233317761307632416-8702414917962972701?l=heyyabails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/feeds/8702414917962972701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233317761307632416&amp;postID=8702414917962972701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/8702414917962972701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/8702414917962972701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/2008/06/wishin-and-hopin-and-thinkin-and-prayin.html' title='&quot;Wishin&apos; and hopin&apos; and thinkin&apos; and prayin&apos; plannin&apos; and dreamin&apos; each night of his charms that won&apos;t get you into his arms...&quot;'/><author><name>Bails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773078765693925966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233317761307632416.post-798228718813178472</id><published>2008-05-12T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:54:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOMMATES..and the things you let them get away with! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am again, giving into to the pressure of my sister to start yet another means of communication. So I'm going to start by sharing my latest experiences..and since I am a college student with roommates, that is where are the funny stories always begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night my roommate Di and I were bored and decided to color her hair..but that wasn't enough for her..the next step was to cut bangs, and after much contemplation she decided she was going for it and I was going to be next. At that point thoughts were going through my head like, "hmm should I really trust her with scissors and my hair?" "what would I look like with bangs?" I was a bit nervous I will admit that, but I decided to be "an adventurous college student" as Di said, and I'm sure you can guess what happened next! Yes, I regretted it, I wanted my hair back, I had bangs that were sort and choppy and worse of all I couldn't get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her to fix them because she too was scared to mess up even more.. but thanks to another friend we fixed the problem and I'm getting used to the new hair style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I called my mom to tell her about my stupidity in letting Di touch my hair she told me that is the Lord's way to punish me messing with my hair on Sunday!! Why do mom's always have to be right? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199890791657257938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SCm5H_OOO9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/O2h4DxB9SbM/s320/0512080956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199890795952225250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SCm5IPOOO-I/AAAAAAAAABE/8xQ_gUFynDk/s320/Bai+and+di.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SCm1M_OOO5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/piNpcflK8b8/s1600-h/0512080956.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233317761307632416-798228718813178472?l=heyyabails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/feeds/798228718813178472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7233317761307632416&amp;postID=798228718813178472' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/798228718813178472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7233317761307632416/posts/default/798228718813178472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heyyabails.blogspot.com/2008/05/roommatesand-things-you-let-them-get.html' title='ROOMMATES..and the things you let them get away with! :)'/><author><name>Bails</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04773078765693925966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4jeaBYe7sok/SCm5H_OOO9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/O2h4DxB9SbM/s72-c/0512080956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
