<?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-4044045867446344820</id><updated>2012-01-24T20:29:25.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mishellitas's For All</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6905249156534368633</id><published>2012-01-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:29:39.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like to Move It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I dread going to the gym the first two weeks of the new year due to the masses deciding to change their life and &amp;nbsp;treadmills are difficult to find and the trainers are super eager to get new clients. In an effort to be more cordial to the new gymers, I have assembled a list of things I have learned at the gym.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1) If you get hungry before or after your workout, you now have the option of choosing chips and/or a chocolate bar. Let's call this job security for gym employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7Mm55TSw-8/Twxh6rSDA9I/AAAAAAAABy8/SubjpuUf5Xc/s1600/gym.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7Mm55TSw-8/Twxh6rSDA9I/AAAAAAAABy8/SubjpuUf5Xc/s320/gym.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you decide to make-out in the Cardio Cinema room, please go to a corner where people won't bump into you when they first walk in and their eyes are adjusting to the dark room. It is awkward for all parties, even if it makes for a great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) One more note on kissing couples. Sure, it's adorable that you sit side by side while biking and share a water bottle and towel, but must you lean clear over to be closer and then kiss every few minutes? In their defense, maybe they were merely encouraging one another while biking "uphill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Always remember that you are in a public place while running. Yes, it can be easy to get caught up in the moment and begin screaming or clapping while viewing your favorite show or sporting event, but try to hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You can pick the movie being played in Cardio Cinema. Uh, I mean. I get to pick the movie being played and would like to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Wearing ear plugs is necessary during kick boxing. Trust me. I am fairly certain the music volume exceeds the approved decibel level set by the EPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Sure, keeping a low profile at the gym is great, BUT, once in awhile, look up and smile. You may just meet someone new.&lt;br /&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/4044045867446344820-6905249156534368633?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6905249156534368633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6905249156534368633&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6905249156534368633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6905249156534368633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-like-to-move-it.html' title='I Like to Move It'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7Mm55TSw-8/Twxh6rSDA9I/AAAAAAAABy8/SubjpuUf5Xc/s72-c/gym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7329740187462364422</id><published>2011-12-30T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:25:22.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Darren is in town for the holidays so we made plans to attend the Utah Jazz home opener. When I saw Gail Miller waiting to greet us at the door, I knew this was going to be a good night. People watching was at an all-time high during the game which helped when the Jazz were struggling. BUT, the Jazz did come away with a win and I can't wait to attend another game soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thurl Bailey and Billy Dean were accompanied by pianist Marvin Goldstein for The National Anthem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYzt37gN6Io/Tv9qtLud2QI/AAAAAAAABxM/ptrx9FUE684/s1600/jazzgame4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYzt37gN6Io/Tv9qtLud2QI/AAAAAAAABxM/ptrx9FUE684/s320/jazzgame4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Darren's sister Callee sat by this woman and feared being hit each time the woman spoke using her hands. Please note the green bottle of Febreez in her purse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PmoWY-SXnk/Tv9qw7tPCbI/AAAAAAAABxU/u3GNP3FSx5k/s1600/jazzgame2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7PmoWY-SXnk/Tv9qw7tPCbI/AAAAAAAABxU/u3GNP3FSx5k/s320/jazzgame2.JPG" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Callee, Darren, me, and Meags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwVpk9ArG9I/Tv9qycgxNaI/AAAAAAAABxc/k4QYozhh6XM/s1600/Jazzgame.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwVpk9ArG9I/Tv9qycgxNaI/AAAAAAAABxc/k4QYozhh6XM/s320/Jazzgame.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go Jazz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7329740187462364422?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7329740187462364422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7329740187462364422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7329740187462364422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7329740187462364422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-team.html' title='I Am Team'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-MYzt37gN6Io/Tv9qtLud2QI/AAAAAAAABxM/ptrx9FUE684/s72-c/jazzgame4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3330688972418112152</id><published>2011-12-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:21:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Learning</title><content type='html'>In no particular order, here is a list of things I learned yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finding the perfect bag and then seeing the $650 price tag makes the $120 bag look even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Edamame is disgusting if boiled too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pinterest really does make me feel like I am crafty. Prepare for future posts about projects in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) One really can learn to dance. Courage is key. And maybe a small amount of letting go of inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Movie remakes can be fun and entertaining, especially when viewed with a couple of favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Double header movie nights at the dollar theater rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Having a friend reveal a secret crush only to find out the crush is a friend of a friend: epically wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The lyrics "I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show" has me thinking...a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3330688972418112152?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3330688972418112152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3330688972418112152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3330688972418112152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3330688972418112152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-learning.html' title='I&apos;m Learning'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7679659044381320138</id><published>2011-12-30T10:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:11:03.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Idaho Christmas</title><content type='html'>The Holiday 'o' Fun activities have helped kindle the Christmas spirit within and for that I am most grateful. I usually dread the drive to Idaho during the holiday season but this year was different. No snow in the 801 and very little snow in B town. Sy and Avy Shae ran into the house, yelling my name and attacked me with hugs which is pretty much the best welcome ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent time reflecting on some of my favorite Christmas memories which include re-enacting the Nativity with extended family, Grandma B's peanut brittle, sleigh rides and caroling with Grandpa B, singing with the women's correctional center choir and singing with dad at the state hospital, and hiding random items in mom's nativity set on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I failed in the picture taking department this Christmas. So much was going on and I obviously was too caught up in the moment to capture the events on film. Between making cookies, watching movies, lunch with cousins, reading, sleeping, viewing Christmas lights, and Harper being born, I took the following pictures of family members wearing Grandma and Grandpa Bingham's glasses and a cousins sleepover:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n62zMOmz7HM/Twn1jt-BAxI/AAAAAAAABxk/LSakAyviFew/s1600/IMG_9510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n62zMOmz7HM/Twn1jt-BAxI/AAAAAAAABxk/LSakAyviFew/s320/IMG_9510.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOe65zswegI/Twn1zKd132I/AAAAAAAABxs/7rif1zh80_Q/s1600/IMG_9512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOe65zswegI/Twn1zKd132I/AAAAAAAABxs/7rif1zh80_Q/s320/IMG_9512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6QAfAu58HM/Twn1-KgIZ4I/AAAAAAAABx0/GGol5q4W2jk/s1600/IMG_9515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6QAfAu58HM/Twn1-KgIZ4I/AAAAAAAABx0/GGol5q4W2jk/s320/IMG_9515.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYf_GezeL1Y/Twn2NZ14EGI/AAAAAAAABx8/wsYgp0ee_sA/s1600/IMG_9518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYf_GezeL1Y/Twn2NZ14EGI/AAAAAAAABx8/wsYgp0ee_sA/s320/IMG_9518.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEIClvuSSrk/Twn2bujJ7VI/AAAAAAAAByE/XvIWStKvEfk/s1600/IMG_9521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JEIClvuSSrk/Twn2bujJ7VI/AAAAAAAAByE/XvIWStKvEfk/s320/IMG_9521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDXUjqJg-1I/Twn2pcYCPaI/AAAAAAAAByM/QsKclPlL_8s/s1600/IMG_9520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDXUjqJg-1I/Twn2pcYCPaI/AAAAAAAAByM/QsKclPlL_8s/s320/IMG_9520.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4044045867446344820-7679659044381320138?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7679659044381320138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7679659044381320138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7679659044381320138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7679659044381320138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/idaho-christmas.html' title='An Idaho Christmas'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n62zMOmz7HM/Twn1jt-BAxI/AAAAAAAABxk/LSakAyviFew/s72-c/IMG_9510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6616190385650564962</id><published>2011-12-28T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:45:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper Rae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We were hoping that Harper would arrive before Christmas, but she had other plans. I think(know) that Pip became annoyed with my daily(hourly) pep talks to Harper, encouraging her to join our family. She arrived on December 28th with dark curly hair which was not okay with her older sister. "She has dark tangled hair like you Shae, and I wanted her to have my hair color." Luckily, Avry quickly fell in love with little Harper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Travis, Avry, Harper, and Syden:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dor1aLN6OU/Twn4zLWnf9I/AAAAAAAAByU/_1pDFpIk79c/s1600/IMG_9523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dor1aLN6OU/Twn4zLWnf9I/AAAAAAAAByU/_1pDFpIk79c/s320/IMG_9523.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Shae, Avy Shae, Harper, and Syden:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-E3AwyEdl0/Twn48DFpfaI/AAAAAAAAByc/39aDlzhTQaA/s1600/IMG_9528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T-E3AwyEdl0/Twn48DFpfaI/AAAAAAAAByc/39aDlzhTQaA/s320/IMG_9528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Lucy and Harper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KxESmwL6NjQ/Twn5KN6rKLI/AAAAAAAAByk/Vek4UsNJp0U/s1600/IMG_9530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KxESmwL6NjQ/Twn5KN6rKLI/AAAAAAAAByk/Vek4UsNJp0U/s320/IMG_9530.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Rufus and Harper:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t9MOodLFis/Twn5XjqGzLI/AAAAAAAABys/nndaWe9h5Vo/s1600/IMG_9532.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t9MOodLFis/Twn5XjqGzLI/AAAAAAAABys/nndaWe9h5Vo/s320/IMG_9532.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love this picture. Pip was having a difficult time cutting some meat and dad stepped in to help. People may say the Mortensen girls are helpless, but if you really know us, we are fiercely independent and yet we will let down our guard with those we trust and love as represented below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02OHsc435Nw/Twn5leAMP3I/AAAAAAAABy0/qkwc-v1whnQ/s1600/IMG_9537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02OHsc435Nw/Twn5leAMP3I/AAAAAAAABy0/qkwc-v1whnQ/s320/IMG_9537.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6616190385650564962?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6616190385650564962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6616190385650564962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6616190385650564962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6616190385650564962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/harper-rae.html' title='Harper Rae'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dor1aLN6OU/Twn4zLWnf9I/AAAAAAAAByU/_1pDFpIk79c/s72-c/IMG_9523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1629665851714338553</id><published>2011-12-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:16:54.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, I just love spending time with my little friend Oliver and his parentals, Mindy and Jonathan. Mind and I work together and have become good friends while kicking our own trash at Kick Boxing and then baking muffins that taste like donuts and sharing a love for Amazing Race and So You Think You Can Dance. Oliver came a month early and spent time in the hospital but he is home and doing well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's definitely a keeper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GAWk3tzkaps/TvCu9UEsgxI/AAAAAAAABxA/rDv3LQKBzhw/s1600/IMG_9470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GAWk3tzkaps/TvCu9UEsgxI/AAAAAAAABxA/rDv3LQKBzhw/s320/IMG_9470.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4044045867446344820-1629665851714338553?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1629665851714338553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1629665851714338553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1629665851714338553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1629665851714338553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-boy-b.html' title='Baby Boy B'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GAWk3tzkaps/TvCu9UEsgxI/AAAAAAAABxA/rDv3LQKBzhw/s72-c/IMG_9470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2881094965064459674</id><published>2011-12-16T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:49:10.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You: A Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was leaving a friend's home when I saw this and a smile immediately appeared upon my face:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvUy2mQf0zU/TvCt7TxLZWI/AAAAAAAABw4/wD7tJsYRUhc/s1600/IMG_9472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UvUy2mQf0zU/TvCt7TxLZWI/AAAAAAAABw4/wD7tJsYRUhc/s320/IMG_9472.JPG" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2881094965064459674?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2881094965064459674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2881094965064459674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2881094965064459674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2881094965064459674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-you-sign.html' title='I Love You: A Sign'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-UvUy2mQf0zU/TvCt7TxLZWI/AAAAAAAABw4/wD7tJsYRUhc/s72-c/IMG_9472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4219031317848400159</id><published>2011-12-14T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:13:09.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Believe: A Calm Voice</title><content type='html'>The call came that his sister was taken to the hospital and may not live through the night. He arrived at the ICU and found his sister lying unresponsive, yet agitated. Doctors and nurses said she had been fidgeting all day, somewhat responsive to touch, but had not spoken or opened her eyes. The brother approached the bed and began speaking words of encouragement and love and soon the sister's body began to relax and she appeared calm and at peace. Medical professionals noted the difference during this first visit and then subsequent visits and had no explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is something powerful that comes through a calm voice. A voice one has known and loved for some time. A familiar voice reaching deep within, touching a soul unresponsive to medical care. Stirring memories of past experiences and so richly demonstrating the love which can exist between those whom we call not only family, but also friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This I believe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4219031317848400159?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4219031317848400159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4219031317848400159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4219031317848400159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4219031317848400159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-i-believe-calm-voice.html' title='This I Believe: A Calm Voice'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1859237998858513276</id><published>2011-12-12T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:35:24.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Peppermint Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lohra and I have been searching for the perfect peppermint ice cream for several years and while it's been a difficult task, we finally succeeded. And the winner is... Schwan's.&amp;nbsp;I ordered the ice cream earlier in the week and was so excited when the Schwan's man arrived at my door Friday afternoon. He kept asking if he could come back in two weeks in case I wanted something else and I assured him that peppermint ice cream is all I'll ever need. I can't believe I waited until Sunday to have a taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The peppermint chunks(I dislike that word) don't become all gooey and gross like other brands and the ice cream is peppermint flavored as well. The ice cream is green which is usually a deal breaker for me but I am glad I overcame the fear of unnatural green items(aka green yogurt or any food colored with green food coloring-blech) and tried the goodness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I still have one unopened carton in my freezer to be eaten in the near future and there is always the option to buy more. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPriA-8w6I8/TuaZ8KwX6pI/AAAAAAAABvc/IvwkNuw8520/s1600/IMG_9464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPriA-8w6I8/TuaZ8KwX6pI/AAAAAAAABvc/IvwkNuw8520/s320/IMG_9464.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rach, me, Simon, Shanny D, Meags, and Lohra&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDQdH5ypnNg/TuaaLSFT6YI/AAAAAAAABvk/7P2pfT1HPmw/s1600/IMG_9468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDQdH5ypnNg/TuaaLSFT6YI/AAAAAAAABvk/7P2pfT1HPmw/s320/IMG_9468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best peppermint ice cream...ever&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1859237998858513276?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1859237998858513276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1859237998858513276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1859237998858513276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1859237998858513276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-peppermint-ice-cream.html' title='Best Peppermint Ice Cream'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPriA-8w6I8/TuaZ8KwX6pI/AAAAAAAABvc/IvwkNuw8520/s72-c/IMG_9464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1802656227421505680</id><published>2011-12-10T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:50:29.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOF + Holiday Specs= Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There were two Holiday 'o' Fun activities this week with the first one being a movie night. We watched Rudolf and The Muppet Christmas Carol. I will say that the latter movie followed Dickens classic quite well and included direct quotes from the novel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken just before Simon was saved from the fire:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gv7KGaQpbYA/TuUA2U_QsTI/AAAAAAAABvE/K3xmUFSHk8w/s1600/IMG_9433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gv7KGaQpbYA/TuUA2U_QsTI/AAAAAAAABvE/K3xmUFSHk8w/s320/IMG_9433.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we ventured to Temple Square with my Holiday Specs and it was incredible. I stumbled upon these magical glasses a few years ago and I have continued to purchase a set each year as I end up giving several pairs to others enjoying the lights. My Christmas light experience has never been the same since discovering the blessed 3D glasses which allow one to see snowflakes, gingerbread men, Santa, angels, or candy canes in each &amp;nbsp;bulb of light.&lt;br /&gt;Many people stared. &amp;nbsp;Some people called us names. Some were nice and we let them experience the magic. One of the best moments was when a girl was taking our picture and we all screamed when the camera flashed and the girl thought she broke the camera. I explained why we screamed and let her use the glasses and she was relieved to know she didn't need to buy me a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor tried to sing at the Visitor's Center. Good thing the microphone wasn't on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoKMa80yue0/TuakiN4OnbI/AAAAAAAABwE/iGEUGmsT0AU/s1600/IMG_9453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BoKMa80yue0/TuakiN4OnbI/AAAAAAAABwE/iGEUGmsT0AU/s320/IMG_9453.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;View of the lights through Snowflake 3D glasses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDmlVXC9ugg/Tuao1lHB-xI/AAAAAAAABws/KM_-cAGckNI/s1600/christmaslights1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDmlVXC9ugg/Tuao1lHB-xI/AAAAAAAABws/KM_-cAGckNI/s320/christmaslights1.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing the glasses with others:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ht0yq0TfIuc/TuakabFQKHI/AAAAAAAABv8/T1DGcakIQ4A/s1600/IMG_9451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ht0yq0TfIuc/TuakabFQKHI/AAAAAAAABv8/T1DGcakIQ4A/s320/IMG_9451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magical Glasses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf0Qf5-QNkM/TuaoR0iz2UI/AAAAAAAABwk/pm94MlT0oo0/s1600/IMG_9454.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yf0Qf5-QNkM/TuaoR0iz2UI/AAAAAAAABwk/pm94MlT0oo0/s320/IMG_9454.1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The claw or Crouching Tiger which is both ferocious and cute:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5JR8DIBPAY/TualJFAMLrI/AAAAAAAABwU/kRpuFeZNXxI/s1600/IMG_9457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5JR8DIBPAY/TualJFAMLrI/AAAAAAAABwU/kRpuFeZNXxI/s320/IMG_9457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We then went to Hatch Family Chocolates for hot chocolate and steamers and spent hours waiting in line and talking to random stranger and then spent hours laughing and discussing all things current events. As we left, we had a nice little chat with the confectioners, Steve and Katie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1802656227421505680?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1802656227421505680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1802656227421505680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1802656227421505680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1802656227421505680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/hof-holiday-specs-magic.html' title='HOF + Holiday Specs= Magic'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-gv7KGaQpbYA/TuUA2U_QsTI/AAAAAAAABvE/K3xmUFSHk8w/s72-c/IMG_9433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7092628907364395448</id><published>2011-12-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T09:58:22.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the circle friendship gathered for our annual Christmas baking extravaganza. We decorated, baked, talked, and laughed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYPB2VK1qWM/TuTfTe-e5QI/AAAAAAAABuM/FFBh8TFMTBA/s1600/IMG_9437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYPB2VK1qWM/TuTfTe-e5QI/AAAAAAAABuM/FFBh8TFMTBA/s320/IMG_9437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelos, me, B, Simon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQZrR9ihqCA/TuTfgjpyrII/AAAAAAAABuU/SUCeJipl5DQ/s1600/IMG_9443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UQZrR9ihqCA/TuTfgjpyrII/AAAAAAAABuU/SUCeJipl5DQ/s320/IMG_9443.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MONY8HLthq0/TuTftUa86SI/AAAAAAAABuc/VKjgYE7CzVw/s1600/IMG_9439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MONY8HLthq0/TuTftUa86SI/AAAAAAAABuc/VKjgYE7CzVw/s320/IMG_9439.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelos was an angry decorator.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7092628907364395448?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7092628907364395448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7092628907364395448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7092628907364395448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7092628907364395448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/circle-christmas.html' title='Circle Christmas'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-zYPB2VK1qWM/TuTfTe-e5QI/AAAAAAAABuM/FFBh8TFMTBA/s72-c/IMG_9437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3694038797464931716</id><published>2011-12-07T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:26:42.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Capitol Christmas</title><content type='html'>Each December, a group of individuals from the ACS day program sing at the State Capitol and I look forward to the yearly performance. Lt Governor Bell met with the group before the performance and the singers enjoyed the surprise visit. A couple people sang solos and another wrote and shared a Christmas story with the audience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6hA6Ff4fPo/TuUB1M4sIBI/AAAAAAAABvM/st9-wQSWH0U/s1600/IMG_9429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6hA6Ff4fPo/TuUB1M4sIBI/AAAAAAAABvM/st9-wQSWH0U/s320/IMG_9429.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lt. Gov Bell greeting the singers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzUvpZhe5yY/TuUCIdaSZrI/AAAAAAAABvU/5ZBrfLTGgaQ/s1600/IMG_9431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzUvpZhe5yY/TuUCIdaSZrI/AAAAAAAABvU/5ZBrfLTGgaQ/s320/IMG_9431.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4044045867446344820-3694038797464931716?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3694038797464931716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3694038797464931716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3694038797464931716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3694038797464931716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/capitol-christmas.html' title='A Capitol Christmas'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6hA6Ff4fPo/TuUB1M4sIBI/AAAAAAAABvM/st9-wQSWH0U/s72-c/IMG_9429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-56863468921526841</id><published>2011-12-06T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T09:48:05.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose and the Little Lady</title><content type='html'>Jose and the Little Lady are finger puppets my nieces received at a party over the summer. I may have used the finger puppets to encourage the girls to clean their room while visiting and I made up some amazing songs for the puppets as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As teenagers, my siblings and I would hide objects in the nativity at my parent's home and then anxiously wait for my mom to find the items, which included a glow in the dark frog and a barbie. We decided to continue the tradition while visiting my brother and his family in the Pacific Northwest and hid Jose and the Little Lady in the Christmas decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5evShup0aTE/TuTc9QfejfI/AAAAAAAABt0/mLKnpTplozI/s1600/IMG_9394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5evShup0aTE/TuTc9QfejfI/AAAAAAAABt0/mLKnpTplozI/s320/IMG_9394.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GE8B3XjzRA/TuTdNrTwW8I/AAAAAAAABt8/9zmt57eiuwo/s1600/IMG_9418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GE8B3XjzRA/TuTdNrTwW8I/AAAAAAAABt8/9zmt57eiuwo/s320/IMG_9418.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7bS0_XEevU/TuTdQKr8WNI/AAAAAAAABuE/TwF00O4w-rc/s1600/IMG_9421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7bS0_XEevU/TuTdQKr8WNI/AAAAAAAABuE/TwF00O4w-rc/s320/IMG_9421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-56863468921526841?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/56863468921526841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=56863468921526841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/56863468921526841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/56863468921526841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/jose-and-little-lady.html' title='Jose and the Little Lady'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5evShup0aTE/TuTc9QfejfI/AAAAAAAABt0/mLKnpTplozI/s72-c/IMG_9394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1618269661879828091</id><published>2011-12-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:06:05.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brinner Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My parents and I made a trek to the Pacific Northwest for Brinley's baptism and confirmation as a member of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng" target="_blank"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints&lt;/a&gt;. My mom played the piano for the meeting, I was the chorister, and my sister-in-law Tennille gave a talk on the Holy Ghost. It has been awhile since I have attended a baptism and it was a great reminder of the covenant I made when I was eight and continue to renew each week by partaking of the sacrament.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEV_V_OIGYM/TuT67tkk8sI/AAAAAAAABu8/1Ucd0e-I51I/s1600/IMG_9403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEV_V_OIGYM/TuT67tkk8sI/AAAAAAAABu8/1Ucd0e-I51I/s320/IMG_9403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1618269661879828091?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1618269661879828091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1618269661879828091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1618269661879828091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1618269661879828091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/brinner-girl.html' title='Brinner Girl'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jEV_V_OIGYM/TuT67tkk8sI/AAAAAAAABu8/1Ucd0e-I51I/s72-c/IMG_9403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1418280904252365319</id><published>2011-12-01T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:16:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday 'o' Fun 2011</title><content type='html'>For the first night of HOF, we made advent calendars from little match boxes. It was a grand adventure buying any and all match boxes I could find in Salt Lake as store clerks questioned my need for so many matches. There was a windstorm last night and I was without power the entire day so the matches did come in handy. The calendar was filled with candy and random notes encouraging the receiver to complete a random act of kindness, text a friend a Merry Christmas message, or participate in a Christmas activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1lgIlGA3TU/TuTjJzHxjuI/AAAAAAAABus/-TO9GuyrGo8/s1600/IMG_9380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1lgIlGA3TU/TuTjJzHxjuI/AAAAAAAABus/-TO9GuyrGo8/s320/IMG_9380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEnfY-ollA4/TuTjdRBftcI/AAAAAAAABu0/cD-xmvQTUSo/s1600/IMG_9384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oEnfY-ollA4/TuTjdRBftcI/AAAAAAAABu0/cD-xmvQTUSo/s320/IMG_9384.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Au59GDCmvdg/TuTi3o-yqZI/AAAAAAAABuk/Ih0F0Eo7S3s/s1600/IMG_9379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Au59GDCmvdg/TuTi3o-yqZI/AAAAAAAABuk/Ih0F0Eo7S3s/s320/IMG_9379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Filling the calendars&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1418280904252365319?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1418280904252365319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1418280904252365319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1418280904252365319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1418280904252365319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-o-fun-2011.html' title='Holiday &apos;o&apos; Fun 2011'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-C1lgIlGA3TU/TuTjJzHxjuI/AAAAAAAABus/-TO9GuyrGo8/s72-c/IMG_9380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3061496041558231469</id><published>2011-12-01T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:50:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mindy and I attended Festival of Trees today and it was fun to look at the trees, wreaths, and gingerbread houses and see several people we know through work. I always call this event Christmas Tree Fantasy because that's what it is known as in my hometown. I have so many memories of singing with my dad and sister as people looked at the beautifully decorated trees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv8BAqbzl1E/TtgO2pZ8V8I/AAAAAAAABtM/-B-X5dYDS_Y/s1600/IMG_9354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv8BAqbzl1E/TtgO2pZ8V8I/AAAAAAAABtM/-B-X5dYDS_Y/s320/IMG_9354.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Book tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wTLlI-PrKI/TtgPJQBEa3I/AAAAAAAABtU/VFM5HVnqtLU/s1600/IMG_9357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1wTLlI-PrKI/TtgPJQBEa3I/AAAAAAAABtU/VFM5HVnqtLU/s320/IMG_9357.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlotte and Lily's tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oygDDfGtB1A/TtgPg76wYZI/AAAAAAAABtc/ZuyMtXwgTsc/s1600/IMG_9360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oygDDfGtB1A/TtgPg76wYZI/AAAAAAAABtc/ZuyMtXwgTsc/s320/IMG_9360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livi's tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hj_SPWYMOsc/TtgQOubJmxI/AAAAAAAABts/7Qp2vMnuOPs/s1600/IMG_9362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hj_SPWYMOsc/TtgQOubJmxI/AAAAAAAABts/7Qp2vMnuOPs/s320/IMG_9362.JPG" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yule" Shoot Your Eye Out tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3061496041558231469?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3061496041558231469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3061496041558231469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3061496041558231469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3061496041558231469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree-fantasy.html' title='Christmas Tree Fantasy'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-gv8BAqbzl1E/TtgO2pZ8V8I/AAAAAAAABtM/-B-X5dYDS_Y/s72-c/IMG_9354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1355179468983079417</id><published>2011-11-29T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:28:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First (Professional) Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Allison and the twins decided to stay a few extra days after the Thanksgiving holiday while Ben went back to Colorado for work so there was no way I could refuse Allison's request for me to accompany them while the little ladies received a haircut. I know that I was in CO last month for a visit, but we were well overdue for another one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At first, Rosie was happy sitting in an airplane and watching a movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0k-XLwdbog/Tta2r-wr8tI/AAAAAAAABss/6gi43Z5eAFs/s1600/IMG_9346.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S0k-XLwdbog/Tta2r-wr8tI/AAAAAAAABss/6gi43Z5eAFs/s320/IMG_9346.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then the hair cutting began and the tears freely fell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOwLU_ZGIA0/Tta226VrMLI/AAAAAAAABs0/buoW2fSqtaE/s1600/IMG_9349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOwLU_ZGIA0/Tta226VrMLI/AAAAAAAABs0/buoW2fSqtaE/s320/IMG_9349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Evie was checking out her surroundings and watching Elmo before the cutting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KX9NlDyQkBU/Tta4KIP9uOI/AAAAAAAABtE/IJRqEdjBFxU/s1600/IMG_9347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KX9NlDyQkBU/Tta4KIP9uOI/AAAAAAAABtE/IJRqEdjBFxU/s320/IMG_9347.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then she appeared to be more concerned about her sister which ended up being a good distraction:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFlCXIOuXyQ/Tta3GEDOptI/AAAAAAAABs8/_UMU-hEatVE/s1600/IMG_9348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pFlCXIOuXyQ/Tta3GEDOptI/AAAAAAAABs8/_UMU-hEatVE/s320/IMG_9348.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1355179468983079417?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1355179468983079417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1355179468983079417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1355179468983079417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1355179468983079417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-professional-haircut.html' title='First (Professional) Haircut'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-S0k-XLwdbog/Tta2r-wr8tI/AAAAAAAABss/6gi43Z5eAFs/s72-c/IMG_9346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6574122091342925317</id><published>2011-11-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:01:38.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I awoke Thanksgiving morning and Pip and I went to pick up newspapers with the Black Friday ads. After procuring the ads, we went our separate ways and I made rolls while my mom alphabetized the ads for me. No, I did not ask her to do this but it sure made life easier when plotting the night of shopping. Pip is eight months pregnant so she opted out of the shopping so I went with my Aunt Joyce and we left home around 11p and returned the next morning at 8:30a, just before the freeway was closed due to high winds. I love Idaho! I will admit that by the end of the night/morning, the lack of sleep was kicking in and I should not be held responsible for anything that happened while in stores. I like to think that the other patrons and clerks enjoyed my singing and dancing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChXmZ9uUVjs/TtavMl2qB0I/AAAAAAAABsM/lK4njmxKL9k/s1600/IMG_9333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChXmZ9uUVjs/TtavMl2qB0I/AAAAAAAABsM/lK4njmxKL9k/s320/IMG_9333.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making plans&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2zwABNIM48/Ttavc8lkeSI/AAAAAAAABsU/oILMFTYDxYM/s1600/IMG_9335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2zwABNIM48/Ttavc8lkeSI/AAAAAAAABsU/oILMFTYDxYM/s320/IMG_9335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting the night at Target&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5sYdCuKzvo/Tta06FoM_lI/AAAAAAAABsc/D2gJy7VsD0U/s1600/IMG-20111125-00157+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z5sYdCuKzvo/Tta06FoM_lI/AAAAAAAABsc/D2gJy7VsD0U/s320/IMG-20111125-00157+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting in line to pay for items&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6574122091342925317?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6574122091342925317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6574122091342925317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6574122091342925317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6574122091342925317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-ChXmZ9uUVjs/TtavMl2qB0I/AAAAAAAABsM/lK4njmxKL9k/s72-c/IMG_9333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2206160443128105578</id><published>2011-11-22T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:48:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine Giving</title><content type='html'>The lady next to me at the gas pump got out and began talking to the gas station attendant and I overheard the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure. Would you like me to pump the gas?"&lt;br /&gt;"That would be great. You see, it's been awhile since I have done this."&lt;br /&gt;"No problem. We're here to help."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. It's been 17 years since I have pumped gas. My husband usually does this for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I had finished filling up my car and began to drive away and thought about the conversation. I checked to see if the woman was from Oregon aka the state where you don't pump your own gas but she was definitely a Utahn. It's certainly possible that she is from Oregon and was driving a family members car but that doesn't make much sense. Why would the woman who hasn't pumped gas in seventeen years volunteer for gas duty? Whatever the reason may be, there she was, doing something that someone else usually takes care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do know is that this woman's husband loves her and it reminds me of my parents. I can't remember the last time my mom filled the car with gas. Sure, my mom could take care of this but it's just one of many ways my dad shows my mom that he cares. And I think it takes courage to be on the receiving end of such simple acts of services as well. I see it almost daily in my own life. I can be a fiercely independent person and know that I really trust someone when I allow them to pump gas, or change light bulbs, or switch wiper blades, or make meals, or let them be privy to not only my joy but also my sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2206160443128105578?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2206160443128105578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2206160443128105578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2206160443128105578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2206160443128105578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/genuine-giving.html' title='Genuine Giving'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3830249090202615390</id><published>2011-11-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:07:41.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown-Up Christmas List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kmd9HjseIA/TswcNTygrLI/AAAAAAAABr0/e08mQcpLoUA/s1600/jones+soda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kmd9HjseIA/TswcNTygrLI/AAAAAAAABr0/e08mQcpLoUA/s320/jones+soda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that the title of this post may cause some distress. I have not forgotten about Thanksgiving but I must write about an event I attended today wherein no pictures were taken. Seriously, what has happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I was invited to a small dinner group and we talked about everything from our Christmas wish to favorite activities to embarrassing moments. We decided to have another dinner and to exchange Advent calendars(I love chocolate) and drink Jones Soda and that is what happened this evening. I was hoping for Turkey flavored soda but settled for candy cane, pear, gingerbread, and sugar plum. I couldn't decide which one to try so I sampled them all which seemed like the most logical option. The small dinner group turned into dinner for eighteen and let me just say(write) that the conversations were most entertaining. We will be starting a Scholastic book club and are now accepting applications for other members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this post, I leave you with a few things on my Christmas list*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no more lives torn apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that wars would never start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and time would heal all hearts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and everyone would have a friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and right would always win.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and love would never end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;Bless&amp;nbsp;songwriter David Foster for these words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3830249090202615390?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3830249090202615390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3830249090202615390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3830249090202615390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3830249090202615390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/grown-up-christmas-list.html' title='Grown-Up Christmas List'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/--kmd9HjseIA/TswcNTygrLI/AAAAAAAABr0/e08mQcpLoUA/s72-c/jones+soda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7095435423029123192</id><published>2011-11-18T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:38:28.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Barn</title><content type='html'>I remember walking to the Mini Barn as a young child with my mom and some neighborhood friends to buy candy while my dad played softball nearby. That little red barn was a part of my childhood in Idaho and then something horrible happened and it shook our small town. A man abducted and killed a store clerk and then killed two more people in the span of three weeks. The judge ordered an execution for two of the murders and a life sentence on the other. I admit that I do not like seeing pictures of this man in the news because he looks so evil. He was executed this morning which is Idaho's first execution in the past seventeen years. I could write all my thoughts and feelings on life in person vs death penalty but instead choose to think of the victim's and their families on this date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7095435423029123192?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7095435423029123192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7095435423029123192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7095435423029123192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7095435423029123192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/mini-barn.html' title='Mini Barn'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3158161068507440895</id><published>2011-11-17T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:03:50.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddies</title><content type='html'>I attended the Best Buddies Giving Thanks for Friendship celebration last night. Best Buddies is similar to Big Brother Big Sister programs and connects individuals with intellectual and developmental disabilities with one-on-one friendships. BYU has the largest chapter in the entire world which was not a shock to me because Cougars are givers. My friends and I enjoyed dinner and a talent show which left me with hurting cheeks from smiling so much. I know several individuals who benefit from Best Buddies and think it is a great program to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJjp-Fiz27Q/TsguFHQEg5I/AAAAAAAABrM/ptur-B6vID8/s1600/IMG_9318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJjp-Fiz27Q/TsguFHQEg5I/AAAAAAAABrM/ptur-B6vID8/s200/IMG_9318.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel and Angie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZooqxivmhQ/TsguQ8XZfII/AAAAAAAABrU/xNmd33f6shw/s1600/IMG_9320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZooqxivmhQ/TsguQ8XZfII/AAAAAAAABrU/xNmd33f6shw/s200/IMG_9320.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't Stop Believing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sdLGHABZ7A/Tsgugj3cxfI/AAAAAAAABrc/RtSRpq-UzXo/s1600/IMG_9325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sdLGHABZ7A/Tsgugj3cxfI/AAAAAAAABrc/RtSRpq-UzXo/s200/IMG_9325.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You Make Me Smile lyrical sign&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0xrCqP8Ar_0/TsguvGDKSyI/AAAAAAAABrk/o3T7RRIr17c/s1600/IMG_9326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0xrCqP8Ar_0/TsguvGDKSyI/AAAAAAAABrk/o3T7RRIr17c/s200/IMG_9326.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scene from Oklahoma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs3e6ye-0DI/TsgvA-Mu9hI/AAAAAAAABrs/fExWim-vLMM/s1600/IMG_9331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs3e6ye-0DI/TsgvA-Mu9hI/AAAAAAAABrs/fExWim-vLMM/s200/IMG_9331.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing the harmonica&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3158161068507440895?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3158161068507440895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3158161068507440895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3158161068507440895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3158161068507440895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-buddies.html' title='Best Buddies'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJjp-Fiz27Q/TsguFHQEg5I/AAAAAAAABrM/ptur-B6vID8/s72-c/IMG_9318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7574884740988781832</id><published>2011-11-14T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:22:35.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Passion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I came across the &lt;a href="http://www.blog.holstee.com/lifecyclefilm-debut" target="_blank"&gt;Holstee Manifesto video&lt;/a&gt; the other day and it has me thinking...a lot. I see people around me pursuing their passion and living their dreams and it makes me reflect on my own life and if where I am now and where I am heading is what I want. I have a few ideas spinning around my brain and I think it's time I let them out. Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfd5CPfj4j0/TsIAmuK8CxI/AAAAAAAABq0/N13siz7PS8E/s1600/thisismylife.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfd5CPfj4j0/TsIAmuK8CxI/AAAAAAAABq0/N13siz7PS8E/s400/thisismylife.png" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7574884740988781832?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7574884740988781832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7574884740988781832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7574884740988781832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7574884740988781832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-your-passion.html' title='What&apos;s Your Passion?'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfd5CPfj4j0/TsIAmuK8CxI/AAAAAAAABq0/N13siz7PS8E/s72-c/thisismylife.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3905082616893346103</id><published>2011-11-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:56:24.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Class Ticket to Mates of State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5ZkB4z2qjc/Tsxenj1xZpI/AAAAAAAABr8/stob5G__HYQ/s1600/matesofstatephoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J5ZkB4z2qjc/Tsxenj1xZpI/AAAAAAAABr8/stob5G__HYQ/s320/matesofstatephoto.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago, my friend Taylor invited me to the Mates of State concert with he and his friend &lt;a href="http://hawkward.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hawken&lt;/a&gt;. I went back and forth because I have seen Mates of State and while they are great live, I didn't know if I wanted to spend the money for the show. In hindsight, I definitely got more than I paid for and would gladly pay more to experience the night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at Trio and Taylor gazed awkwardly at a tray of spicy bread wondering if it was for everyone. Luckily, the chef stopped what he was doing and let Taylor know he could eat the bread. Then it came time to order and the guys both decided on the butternut squash ravioli. No big deal. Except, that I ordered first and I chose the ravioli. Maybe we were trying to make it easy on the waitress so all she had to say was, "Your ravioli is almost ready." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we made our way to Hatch's Chocolate where my chocolate allergy became part of the conversation as I ordered a steamer with gingerbread flavoring. Delicious. The new place is great for treats and people watching, including the cute matching clothes couple who were clearly on their first or second date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made our way to the concert and things continued to get interesting. Upon entering, we showed our ID and a couple who had already been inside, stood in front of us to pay for the concert. They turned to us and said something about being in first class and the pursuit to join first class began. We made our way inside and a random guy approached, asking how we were doing and we said fine. He continued staring and said, "I'm also doing good. Thanks," and then he walked away. The first class couple asked Taylor to take their picture and we continued to chat whenever they left first class and joined us in business class. The dancing around us was fantastic and I can't wait to show my new moves at the next party. A couple favorites include the guy who didn't move during the entire concert and the full body dancer who reminded me of Elaine from Seinfeld. Taylor was right behind this guy and it was fun to watch him avoid a head butt from the unpredictable dancing. I can't leave out the guy folding his arms and tapping one finger in beat to the music. And don't get me started on those who struggled to find the beat while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, I think we all found our calling in life. Taylor will be a professional photographer. Hawken will be the hype guy stringing ivy on the mic stands and preparing the crowd for any given concert. He may also play the trumpet if called upon. And I will clearly be the lead singer in a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_JbrSCVzt4/Tsxeq6SSJqI/AAAAAAAABsE/8euLWw9SL6A/s1600/matesofstate1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_JbrSCVzt4/Tsxeq6SSJqI/AAAAAAAABsE/8euLWw9SL6A/s320/matesofstate1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3905082616893346103?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3905082616893346103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3905082616893346103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3905082616893346103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3905082616893346103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-class-ticket-to-mates-of-state.html' title='First Class Ticket to Mates of State'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-J5ZkB4z2qjc/Tsxenj1xZpI/AAAAAAAABr8/stob5G__HYQ/s72-c/matesofstatephoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8186383633884874006</id><published>2011-11-12T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:57:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am the Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AY-kjrkXPdo/TsIGImLxusI/AAAAAAAABq8/kSJZQywBGi0/s1600/IMG_8978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AY-kjrkXPdo/TsIGImLxusI/AAAAAAAABq8/kSJZQywBGi0/s320/IMG_8978.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say(write) that I am the favorite aunt. Since there are so many examples to back up this claim, I will focus on my niece Noelle-a-belle. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and I try to visit her and her sister Brinners every 3-4 months. During one of my most recent visits, Noelle was determined to move to Utah with me and she had an answer for any concerns from her family. "Shelley will buy me all new toys and I can visit you during Christmas break." Then it came time for her birthday and she needed a new frog shirt. Whom did she say would come through? Me. She likes to point out that we have the same blue-green eyes. She likes and makes requests for me to sing ridiculous songs about a puppet named Jose and his sombrero. Let's not forget the fact that she actually talks to me whereas she is often silent around other family members. The one area where we disagree on is Jimmer. She is not a fan and I blame it on the fact that her dad is a University of Oregon graduate but I'll keep trying. And now, she isn't eating chocolate...just like her aunt. She refuses to eat chocolate chip cookies and wants her s'more sans chocolate. I'm not 100% sure that she is refusing chocolate since I am allergic(shocking, I know) and she wants to be like me, but it seems like the most logical explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-8186383633884874006?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8186383633884874006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8186383633884874006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8186383633884874006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8186383633884874006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-favorite.html' title='I Am the Favorite'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-AY-kjrkXPdo/TsIGImLxusI/AAAAAAAABq8/kSJZQywBGi0/s72-c/IMG_8978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6659436907493688975</id><published>2011-11-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:10:36.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have been anticipating the opening of Crate and Barrel and H&amp;amp;M in Salt Lake and it finally happened today. My friends and I went to C&amp;amp;B first because the line was shorter and we knew we would probably buy more there and that's exactly what happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAf4dUN2b5Q/Tr76dmi1CrI/AAAAAAAABqY/ZSYWUlXhJ5Q/s1600/IMG_9312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAf4dUN2b5Q/Tr76dmi1CrI/AAAAAAAABqY/ZSYWUlXhJ5Q/s320/IMG_9312.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the front of the H&amp;amp;M line and the rest of the people were huddled outside, awaiting their turn to enter the store. We opted not to wait and then went back later to use a gift card I've been carrying around for almost a year. I liked that H&amp;amp;M was a destination place to shop and wasn't sure I wanted the store here. I'm not sure it will become one of my favorite places to shop, but nice to have the option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QVyuuPts8s/Tr76olX1ypI/AAAAAAAABqg/ZqFUgeCOcTE/s1600/IMG_9310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2QVyuuPts8s/Tr76olX1ypI/AAAAAAAABqg/ZqFUgeCOcTE/s320/IMG_9310.JPG" width="320" /&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/4044045867446344820-6659436907493688975?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6659436907493688975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6659436907493688975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6659436907493688975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6659436907493688975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/grand-opening.html' title='Grand Opening'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAf4dUN2b5Q/Tr76dmi1CrI/AAAAAAAABqY/ZSYWUlXhJ5Q/s72-c/IMG_9312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-9216821178714667744</id><published>2011-11-05T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:15:18.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just a typical Saturday night with Sy and Avy Shae: rootbeer ice cream cones and a dance party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIGF4sQzEg0/Tr79ko5gngI/AAAAAAAABqo/vmzqQsxOPDE/s1600/IMG_9307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIGF4sQzEg0/Tr79ko5gngI/AAAAAAAABqo/vmzqQsxOPDE/s320/IMG_9307.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-9216821178714667744?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/9216821178714667744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=9216821178714667744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9216821178714667744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9216821178714667744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/s-t-u-r-d-y-night.html' title='S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y Night'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-TIGF4sQzEg0/Tr79ko5gngI/AAAAAAAABqo/vmzqQsxOPDE/s72-c/IMG_9307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4540937925946597240</id><published>2011-11-02T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:10:06.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUDAk6iRRoQ/TrGUuxUdDxI/AAAAAAAABlU/AMxdvAls3mE/s1600/IMG_9039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUDAk6iRRoQ/TrGUuxUdDxI/AAAAAAAABlU/AMxdvAls3mE/s320/IMG_9039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sarah's year and a half fight with cancer ended last night at 9:15p. As I thought of her, talked to others and read words dedicated to Sarah, it became even more clear that she was a friend to all. She had a way of making each person feel important and valued. Soon after she was diagnosed, I visited with Sarah in her home and her concern was and continued to be for others. As she sat in pain, she wanted to know about my day, my work, and life experiences. I am grateful for her friendship and cherish the time we spent talking about the temple and the sacred covenants we make therein. Her physical pain is now gone and I look forward to the day we will meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4540937925946597240?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4540937925946597240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4540937925946597240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4540937925946597240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4540937925946597240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-sarah.html' title='For Sarah'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUDAk6iRRoQ/TrGUuxUdDxI/AAAAAAAABlU/AMxdvAls3mE/s72-c/IMG_9039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8696802730698580198</id><published>2011-10-31T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:34:42.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooktacular Day</title><content type='html'>My Halloween started with a jump as I walked into the hallway and was greeted by this creature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr_k8johVPE/TrGYIfwdBcI/AAAAAAAABlc/4Dvaks62ReU/s1600/IMG_9284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr_k8johVPE/TrGYIfwdBcI/AAAAAAAABlc/4Dvaks62ReU/s320/IMG_9284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to the gym and loved Spinning to Halloween songs and then returned home to hearing the fire alarm going off in the clubhouse. The firetruck arrived and I decided to set off my car alarm to join in the noise. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singles Mingle Halloween Party was held at a bowling alley and I was reminded me how much I love my job and the people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpu91mtoYDU/TrGYbY8cCxI/AAAAAAAABlk/Q726D1dtKaA/s1600/IMG_9286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpu91mtoYDU/TrGYbY8cCxI/AAAAAAAABlk/Q726D1dtKaA/s320/IMG_9286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWuNWcQGXiY/TrGYmoWxHTI/AAAAAAAABls/3djXpFLAIuQ/s1600/IMG_9287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aWuNWcQGXiY/TrGYmoWxHTI/AAAAAAAABls/3djXpFLAIuQ/s320/IMG_9287.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYaHnNOLbTo/TrGY1HPOLrI/AAAAAAAABl0/7lYZQNREdcg/s1600/IMG_9290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYaHnNOLbTo/TrGY1HPOLrI/AAAAAAAABl0/7lYZQNREdcg/s320/IMG_9290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6M9y2C1ab-Q/TrGZJ1DzqsI/AAAAAAAABl8/NuwsqwNzewg/s1600/IMG_9292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6M9y2C1ab-Q/TrGZJ1DzqsI/AAAAAAAABl8/NuwsqwNzewg/s320/IMG_9292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozNtVEjFZWo/TrGZXn1cCyI/AAAAAAAABmE/O-xgy55rulg/s1600/IMG_9297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ozNtVEjFZWo/TrGZXn1cCyI/AAAAAAAABmE/O-xgy55rulg/s320/IMG_9297.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-8696802730698580198?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8696802730698580198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8696802730698580198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8696802730698580198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8696802730698580198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/spooktacular-day.html' title='Spooktacular Day'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nr_k8johVPE/TrGYIfwdBcI/AAAAAAAABlc/4Dvaks62ReU/s72-c/IMG_9284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-5009921899251729342</id><published>2011-10-28T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T23:32:07.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear a Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RGlsWbHuYA/TquJmIBiy6I/AAAAAAAABg8/PKrzOgDW4Yw/s1600/Kings+singers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RGlsWbHuYA/TquJmIBiy6I/AAAAAAAABg8/PKrzOgDW4Yw/s320/Kings+singers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I decided to buy a series of tickets to the Utah Symphony and tonight was the first one of the season for me. The Utah Symphony featured Special Guests The Kings Singers and I found myself smiling and tapping my foot as they sang an eclectic mix including The Beatles All You Need is Love to Somewhere Over the Rainbow to Jason Mraz's I'm Yours. The man next to me kept asking his wife if he could check the score of the BYU game and the World Series and I laughed because as much as I love the Symphony, I also wanted updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home, I had to take a rather long detour due to police closing several blocks near my house. As I took an alternate route, more police, firetrucks, and an ambulance went by and I had to take another detour as the police closed that road. Eventually I made it home and cried for several minutes in joy over the Cardinals win in the World Series or maybe it was due to BYU's loss to TCU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-5009921899251729342?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5009921899251729342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=5009921899251729342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5009921899251729342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5009921899251729342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hear-symphony.html' title='I Hear a Symphony'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RGlsWbHuYA/TquJmIBiy6I/AAAAAAAABg8/PKrzOgDW4Yw/s72-c/Kings+singers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1591549123529717598</id><published>2011-10-27T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:38:24.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MITE Night</title><content type='html'>I heard about a weekly event called MITE(most interesting thing ever) Night where people give a fifteen minute presentation on a topic and then there is a question and answer period. The topics are pre-approved and must edify, inform, and not be a sales pitch.Tonight's topic was interactive television and the presenter was very entertaining. Past topics include: how to deliver a baby, history of the printing press, humanitarian trips, and basic car maintenance. My friends and I met some new people and had a great time. As we left, one friend turned to me and said "Is that what we came to see? I thought we were going to a mic(karaoke) party." We all had a good laugh and then she said the following, "I even put on eyeliner in preparation for the night." And now all events will be judged according to whether it is eyeliner worthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1591549123529717598?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1591549123529717598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1591549123529717598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1591549123529717598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1591549123529717598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/mite-night.html' title='MITE Night'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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-4044045867446344820.post-5240878378203743831</id><published>2011-10-24T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:24:08.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they twins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnorLur8dWA/Tq2Xq_1ygHI/AAAAAAAABis/E8hJTEuHF00/s1600/IMG_9245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnorLur8dWA/Tq2Xq_1ygHI/AAAAAAAABis/E8hJTEuHF00/s320/IMG_9245.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I learned a lot about twins while staying with my friends Ben and Allison. Everywhere we went, people gawked, smiled, and talked to the girls. Take the children in the above picture. We were trying on boots at Nordstrom when the children came over to say hi to Rosie and Evie. The girls were tickled, teased, and gently mauled and smiled during the entire process. Where were the parents of the children? They were on a different bench trying on shoes and I'm sure they appreciated that we provided entertainment so they could try on shoes in peace.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Ben and Allison said that many people ask which one is the boy even though the girls would be wearing bows and/or dresses. Apparently, most of America think that every set of twin has one boy and one girl. Who knew?&lt;/span&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/4044045867446344820-5240878378203743831?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5240878378203743831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=5240878378203743831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5240878378203743831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5240878378203743831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/are-they-twins.html' title='Are they twins?'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NnorLur8dWA/Tq2Xq_1ygHI/AAAAAAAABis/E8hJTEuHF00/s72-c/IMG_9245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6375684110716568498</id><published>2011-10-23T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:56:35.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy H'owl'oween!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I ventured to Utah County for the annual Pumpkin Carving Extravaganza with Jamie and Nicole. Now, last year(and maybe the year before) there were problems cutting the top off the pumpkin and a sliced thumb so I was apprehensive about my abilities to carve. I started looking for ideas months ago and felt confident that I could carve an own without a pattern. It should be noted that my grandpa was an artist and would come to my elementary school to teach art lessons and I would leave my project unfinished for fear that my teacher would expect me to be an artist like my grandpa. Oh the pressure I put on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner and then it was time to start carving. I took a deep breath and with a picture of what I wanted to carve beside me, I dug into the pumpkin. Soon after, my pumpkin was finished and Jamie and Nicole were just getting started. Apparently I had a one track mind while carving and couldn't be bothered with treats, a scary movie, or conversation. I like the look of Horace Hedwig and have already started thinking of ideas for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngeJX8Wu4R8/TqrPh9PCQWI/AAAAAAAABgk/3G4wnvVl2nU/s1600/IMG_9270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngeJX8Wu4R8/TqrPh9PCQWI/AAAAAAAABgk/3G4wnvVl2nU/s320/IMG_9270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xM9XbMdD7yo/TqrPnOucC0I/AAAAAAAABgs/1cFdVMnYljQ/s1600/IMG_9277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xM9XbMdD7yo/TqrPnOucC0I/AAAAAAAABgs/1cFdVMnYljQ/s320/IMG_9277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Horace the Owl, Casper the Friendly Ghost, and Marvin the French Bulldog.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6375684110716568498?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6375684110716568498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6375684110716568498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6375684110716568498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6375684110716568498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-howloween.html' title='Happy H&apos;owl&apos;oween!'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-ngeJX8Wu4R8/TqrPh9PCQWI/AAAAAAAABgk/3G4wnvVl2nU/s72-c/IMG_9270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-9023711368663648393</id><published>2011-10-22T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:48:38.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Meags and I just returned from a visit with Ben, Allison, Rosie, and Evie. I had a great time and Ben and Allison were incredible hosts and very easy going. I have known Ben and Allison for several years so it was nice to catch up on life, watch scary movies, help Rosie learn to walk, and shop for the perfect pair of boots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zeWIfsq5g/TrDVOI2u4OI/AAAAAAAABi8/EqkE1QTEtIw/s1600/IMG_9233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zeWIfsq5g/TrDVOI2u4OI/AAAAAAAABi8/EqkE1QTEtIw/s320/IMG_9233.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Upon our arrival in Denver, we went for a walk. I was in charge of the girls and Meags was in charge of the dogs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZh1pIulS0Y/TrDVgV6plNI/AAAAAAAABjE/4muW_9moi-4/s1600/IMG_9234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZh1pIulS0Y/TrDVgV6plNI/AAAAAAAABjE/4muW_9moi-4/s320/IMG_9234.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We made delicious sugar cookies which Meags cut out freehand since we didn't have a pumpkin cookie cutter. The little ladies couldn't wait to try one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odn7wLJEM1M/TrDV2H0UATI/AAAAAAAABjM/Z0MTZLfcnrs/s1600/IMG_9239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odn7wLJEM1M/TrDV2H0UATI/AAAAAAAABjM/Z0MTZLfcnrs/s320/IMG_9239.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went shopping in downtown Denver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnGm_exEfyI/TrDWKeV9xqI/AAAAAAAABjU/Ks42fUZfMuk/s1600/IMG_9242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnGm_exEfyI/TrDWKeV9xqI/AAAAAAAABjU/Ks42fUZfMuk/s320/IMG_9242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meags and I "played" a friendly game of chess and clearly I was the winner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrpBLS-H3t8/TrDWR4yKu4I/AAAAAAAABjc/hBwUlf3oUDQ/s1600/IMG_9244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vrpBLS-H3t8/TrDWR4yKu4I/AAAAAAAABjc/hBwUlf3oUDQ/s320/IMG_9244.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As we were leaving the chess playing area, we noticed a wizard and had to take his(our) picture. I imagine he was telling the other guy about the Marauder's map and the best situations in which one would use the invisibility cloak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWr6N3pzyfU/TrDWtaZ1BtI/AAAAAAAABjk/hH2rHXwmxmA/s1600/IMG_9258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWr6N3pzyfU/TrDWtaZ1BtI/AAAAAAAABjk/hH2rHXwmxmA/s320/IMG_9258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went for a hike in Boulder and then played at the park. The girls loved the swings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tw6tAdVx5Wo/TrDW2pee_aI/AAAAAAAABjs/VLmSlOCsEl8/s1600/IMG_9263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tw6tAdVx5Wo/TrDW2pee_aI/AAAAAAAABjs/VLmSlOCsEl8/s320/IMG_9263.JPG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once a Cougar, always a Cougar. Well, except that Meags went to the U, but I'm pretty sure she likes BYU more than Utah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OyAhcRTQQWM/TrDXRDez6PI/AAAAAAAABj0/agn9a0yFSag/s1600/IMG_9268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OyAhcRTQQWM/TrDXRDez6PI/AAAAAAAABj0/agn9a0yFSag/s320/IMG_9268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On our final day in Denver, we decided to go on a bike ride. We should be wearing helmets like our friend John.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-9023711368663648393?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/9023711368663648393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=9023711368663648393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9023711368663648393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9023711368663648393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/denver-in-fall.html' title='Denver in the Fall'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zeWIfsq5g/TrDVOI2u4OI/AAAAAAAABi8/EqkE1QTEtIw/s72-c/IMG_9233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6848878991681353510</id><published>2011-10-18T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:49:43.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn-mazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To celebrate Pelosi's birthday, we went to a Corn Maze and I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out. Here is the night in pictures:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGp1wbQntJw/Tq2Ij9pFfhI/AAAAAAAABhE/E3GRg1et7VE/s1600/IMG_9210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGp1wbQntJw/Tq2Ij9pFfhI/AAAAAAAABhE/E3GRg1et7VE/s320/IMG_9210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went down a slide and it was one bumpy ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0auDjgbYm0/Tq2IycbEvAI/AAAAAAAABhM/lD_s8OWHVbM/s1600/IMG_9213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0auDjgbYm0/Tq2IycbEvAI/AAAAAAAABhM/lD_s8OWHVbM/s320/IMG_9213.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Photo shoot on the farm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9afVkFA0XU/Tq2JEezPzCI/AAAAAAAABhU/VEiuTNXsres/s1600/IMG_9221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9afVkFA0XU/Tq2JEezPzCI/AAAAAAAABhU/VEiuTNXsres/s320/IMG_9221.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dance party in the middle of the maze.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bjUx5cqI0Q/Tq2JX_KNDSI/AAAAAAAABhc/BHTfvNyWt8U/s1600/IMG_9226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bjUx5cqI0Q/Tq2JX_KNDSI/AAAAAAAABhc/BHTfvNyWt8U/s320/IMG_9226.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Someone had the brilliant idea of playing Sardines and a few of us decided to make our own rules and Halls and Simon(above) fell over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKD_IQomjOo/Tq2Jk51GYpI/AAAAAAAABhk/tiCdizDnbKM/s1600/IMG_9232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kKD_IQomjOo/Tq2Jk51GYpI/AAAAAAAABhk/tiCdizDnbKM/s320/IMG_9232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ended the night with a game of baseball in the parking lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UP12xUm7zew/Tq2L8bsVcCI/AAAAAAAABhs/nenWrG-bbTM/s1600/IMG_9225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UP12xUm7zew/Tq2L8bsVcCI/AAAAAAAABhs/nenWrG-bbTM/s320/IMG_9225.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Pelosi!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6848878991681353510?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6848878991681353510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6848878991681353510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6848878991681353510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6848878991681353510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/corn-mazing.html' title='Corn-mazing'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-bGp1wbQntJw/Tq2Ij9pFfhI/AAAAAAAABhE/E3GRg1et7VE/s72-c/IMG_9210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2445655490695667702</id><published>2011-10-09T10:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:17:47.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs San Jose State: Another Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcsc361E8W0/TpJyaGziZeI/AAAAAAAABfk/9BKvoWzh7L8/s1600/IMG_9202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gcsc361E8W0/TpJyaGziZeI/AAAAAAAABfk/9BKvoWzh7L8/s320/IMG_9202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think I should have purchased season tickets to BYU football. I have attended the past three games and BYU has won each of those games which clearly means I need to be there for every future game. &amp;nbsp;It should be noted that the girl behind us in the picture was cheering for San Jose St which may explain why she is sticking out her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post edit: I failed to mention one of the most exciting events which happened after the game. The Cougar marching band was leaving the stadium and Lohra and I noticed that the band member on the last row was all alone so we had to join her. We marched as the band exited and played imaginary instruments. Sadly, this was not documented by myself or my friends so if a video or picture appears on the world wide web, please send it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2445655490695667702?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2445655490695667702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2445655490695667702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2445655490695667702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2445655490695667702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/byu-vs-san-jose-state-another-win.html' title='BYU vs San Jose State: Another Win'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-Gcsc361E8W0/TpJyaGziZeI/AAAAAAAABfk/9BKvoWzh7L8/s72-c/IMG_9202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3422667296732957743</id><published>2011-10-02T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:12:32.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking Perfect Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pip, Sy, Avy Shae, and I went to Shoemaker's farm to pick pumpkins and of course it started to rain while we were in the field. We all laughed and quickly picked out several pumpkins. Sy had to have the biggest pumpkin he could find and it took both of us to detach it from the vine. What a kid. Avry decided to pick several small pumpkins and helped load them on the scale inside the small farm store. I think Pip and I look forward to this yearly trip as much as the kids. After picking pumpkins, we went to pick apples, and then we had a sleepover at grandma and papa's house. Pretty much an amazing weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JyfcE_tXZM/TpJuCiB8d0I/AAAAAAAABfY/1yQXhSc0LhI/s1600/IMG_9187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JyfcE_tXZM/TpJuCiB8d0I/AAAAAAAABfY/1yQXhSc0LhI/s320/IMG_9187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSzB8NQfuiA/TpJuN9IKM5I/AAAAAAAABfc/N7ysvYFtlkw/s1600/IMG_9188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSzB8NQfuiA/TpJuN9IKM5I/AAAAAAAABfc/N7ysvYFtlkw/s320/IMG_9188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTtUFMPOzw4/TpJukuH6kqI/AAAAAAAABfg/lvDez0C2RB0/s1600/IMG_9190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTtUFMPOzw4/TpJukuH6kqI/AAAAAAAABfg/lvDez0C2RB0/s320/IMG_9190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3422667296732957743?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3422667296732957743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3422667296732957743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3422667296732957743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3422667296732957743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/10/picking-perfect-pumpkins.html' title='Picking Perfect Pumpkins'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JyfcE_tXZM/TpJuCiB8d0I/AAAAAAAABfY/1yQXhSc0LhI/s72-c/IMG_9187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4781354379940543621</id><published>2011-09-30T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:57:05.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU vs Utah State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Simon, Pelosi, and I ventured to Happy Valley in order to attend the BYU vs Utah State game. Traffic was insane and so we listened to 'the voice of the Cougars, Greg Wrubell.' Simon and Pelos are both Utah State fans and cheered loudly when their team scored within the first 14 seconds. I took a deep breath and continued to cheer for my Cougars.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBA_tEy5BgI/TpJq6_dSb1I/AAAAAAAABfM/J9HLOrI8aqI/s1600/IMG_9178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBA_tEy5BgI/TpJq6_dSb1I/AAAAAAAABfM/J9HLOrI8aqI/s320/IMG_9178.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simon, me, Pelosi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1qSn4WWa7M/TpJrCnKN4iI/AAAAAAAABfQ/8lArAUv6-gg/s1600/IMG_9183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1qSn4WWa7M/TpJrCnKN4iI/AAAAAAAABfQ/8lArAUv6-gg/s320/IMG_9183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Score. Well done, BYU!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flFJiqrPLGU/TpJrPGFw_TI/AAAAAAAABfU/2A0yBPEUJbQ/s1600/IMG_9185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flFJiqrPLGU/TpJrPGFw_TI/AAAAAAAABfU/2A0yBPEUJbQ/s320/IMG_9185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fans rushed the field even though they were asked not to. I guess some Cougars do cut corners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4781354379940543621?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4781354379940543621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4781354379940543621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4781354379940543621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4781354379940543621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/byu-vs-utah-state.html' title='BYU vs Utah State'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBA_tEy5BgI/TpJq6_dSb1I/AAAAAAAABfM/J9HLOrI8aqI/s72-c/IMG_9178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8122843818313284308</id><published>2011-09-23T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:22:15.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise Up</title><content type='html'>As part of a yearly tradition, Steve, Jamie Lyn, and I attended the BYU vs University of Central Florida game. Thoughts quickly turned to the previous week's game and my hope was that we stayed with UCF and maybe even came out with a win which is exactly what we(BYU) did. Sometimes I think I am on the team and yell, "Put me in coach. I know all about Tradition, Honor, Spirit and I am ready to play."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0vXdwVrsjc/TpJhuE6Fh8I/AAAAAAAABek/cV0UXb6D8VQ/s1600/IMG_9160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0vXdwVrsjc/TpJhuE6Fh8I/AAAAAAAABek/cV0UXb6D8VQ/s320/IMG_9160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great Seats for the game.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnlYJ8e_ej0/TpJiEq4zJlI/AAAAAAAABeo/LdtvoFzXrUc/s1600/IMG_9163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnlYJ8e_ej0/TpJiEq4zJlI/AAAAAAAABeo/LdtvoFzXrUc/s320/IMG_9163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;UCF brought their own security.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dpc5yzyhSxk/TpJkMLv-acI/AAAAAAAABe0/GIBaV3iR4pw/s1600/IMG_9173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dpc5yzyhSxk/TpJkMLv-acI/AAAAAAAABe0/GIBaV3iR4pw/s320/IMG_9173.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go BYU!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/4044045867446344820-8122843818313284308?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8122843818313284308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8122843818313284308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8122843818313284308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8122843818313284308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/rise-up.html' title='Rise Up'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-e0vXdwVrsjc/TpJhuE6Fh8I/AAAAAAAABek/cV0UXb6D8VQ/s72-c/IMG_9160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-5900395208444282824</id><published>2011-09-22T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:03:28.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmer's All-Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Simon and I went to see Jimmer and the rest of the All-Stars play and they did not disappoint. A smile quickly appeared &amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I felt like I was coming home as we walked to the Marriott Center on the campus of Brigham Young University. There's just something about that place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnvpC2ejdmQ/TpJexr71FfI/AAAAAAAABeY/XeAD8xmCBkM/s1600/IMG_9132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GnvpC2ejdmQ/TpJexr71FfI/AAAAAAAABeY/XeAD8xmCBkM/s320/IMG_9132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kKDmDYPJ0o/TpJe7sQD-RI/AAAAAAAABec/UgoYIjjTkbc/s1600/IMG_9143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kKDmDYPJ0o/TpJe7sQD-RI/AAAAAAAABec/UgoYIjjTkbc/s320/IMG_9143.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtdsbaXkcxs/TpJfVphsvfI/AAAAAAAABeg/KqPx2_ZffZM/s1600/IMG_9144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QtdsbaXkcxs/TpJfVphsvfI/AAAAAAAABeg/KqPx2_ZffZM/s320/IMG_9144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only the NBA would get it together so I can see these rookies play again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-5900395208444282824?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5900395208444282824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=5900395208444282824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5900395208444282824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5900395208444282824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/jimmers-all-stars.html' title='Jimmer&apos;s All-Stars'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-GnvpC2ejdmQ/TpJexr71FfI/AAAAAAAABeY/XeAD8xmCBkM/s72-c/IMG_9132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2278813895589035362</id><published>2011-09-17T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:42:38.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Home for the Treehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My sister called to let me know that today was the big day. The day the treehouse moved to its new home. Memories rushed to my mind as I recalled the time when my Grandpa Bingham built the treehouse for myself and my siblings. For me, the treehouse was and is a safe place; a refuge from the cares and worries in my life and a place where I could be free. The neighborhood children would stop to play in the treehouse on their way home from school and would often write messages inside. I may have also written notes such as Shelley likes Derek or Shelley + Deven=BFF. &amp;nbsp;I'm glad that my nieces and nephew will be able to enjoy the treehouse and I plan to join them as often as possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA6f4RgRrfQ/TpM6FZ14trI/AAAAAAAABfs/UuiTGjBuoQ8/s1600/3+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA6f4RgRrfQ/TpM6FZ14trI/AAAAAAAABfs/UuiTGjBuoQ8/s320/3+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMqoXAqwI54/TpM6GBasqzI/AAAAAAAABfw/EYAVaNi2LNE/s1600/3+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMqoXAqwI54/TpM6GBasqzI/AAAAAAAABfw/EYAVaNi2LNE/s320/3+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trisQUA2RIY/TpM6G7IelAI/AAAAAAAABf0/B_WdyKe7vms/s1600/3+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trisQUA2RIY/TpM6G7IelAI/AAAAAAAABf0/B_WdyKe7vms/s320/3+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1k5zW9X-jz4/TpM6asKaGnI/AAAAAAAABf4/L_H8WPuY860/s1600/IMG_9192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1k5zW9X-jz4/TpM6asKaGnI/AAAAAAAABf4/L_H8WPuY860/s320/IMG_9192.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2278813895589035362?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2278813895589035362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2278813895589035362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2278813895589035362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2278813895589035362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-home-for-treehouse.html' title='A New Home for the Treehouse'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jA6f4RgRrfQ/TpM6FZ14trI/AAAAAAAABfs/UuiTGjBuoQ8/s72-c/3+%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2434062394711787434</id><published>2011-09-14T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:52:53.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Practically Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8dKomI72lA/TnPhI-UQcwI/AAAAAAAABdg/5558BtaRBbU/s1600/MP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8dKomI72lA/TnPhI-UQcwI/AAAAAAAABdg/5558BtaRBbU/s320/MP.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2434062394711787434?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2434062394711787434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2434062394711787434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2434062394711787434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2434062394711787434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/practically-perfect.html' title='Practically Perfect'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-M8dKomI72lA/TnPhI-UQcwI/AAAAAAAABdg/5558BtaRBbU/s72-c/MP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7867484256374578493</id><published>2011-09-14T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:58:00.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoYwruv-mDI/TnEw0nrtWsI/AAAAAAAABdc/p0AeXQcbhLM/s1600/martha.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoYwruv-mDI/TnEw0nrtWsI/AAAAAAAABdc/p0AeXQcbhLM/s320/martha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This just in. Martha is now wearing a dress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Picture courtesy of my sister Pip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7867484256374578493?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7867484256374578493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7867484256374578493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7867484256374578493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7867484256374578493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/re-martha.html' title='Re: Martha'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EoYwruv-mDI/TnEw0nrtWsI/AAAAAAAABdc/p0AeXQcbhLM/s72-c/martha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2189563179279297062</id><published>2011-09-11T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:29:29.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Wear Signs</title><content type='html'>Last week, I read a blog&amp;nbsp;post about how we treat others and then the lessons came flooding into my life. Experience after experience provided gentle and sometimes not so gentle reminders that we should not only think but act more kindly to others. We must strive to see past what it seems and look for the internal message boards people carry and which may be filled with not only joy but also despair, grief, or pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be gentle with others. And myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/archives/2151"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read the beautiful and powerful message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2189563179279297062?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2189563179279297062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2189563179279297062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2189563179279297062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2189563179279297062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-all-wear-signs.html' title='We All Wear Signs'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2353021973923270035</id><published>2011-09-09T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:08:28.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Phillips with special guest Jerry Springer</title><content type='html'>There's something really great about a fair. I am biased and like the Idaho fair more than the Utah fair, but Utah does have free concerts.&amp;nbsp;Pelosi and I stood in line an hour before WP tickets became available and we scored sixth row tickets and random tickets on rows 3, 4, 5, and 6. The guys below chose to sleep overnight in order to get the best tickets and ended up on the 4th row. I wonder if they regret that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEk7z9rkhvU/TnDG6ta13oI/AAAAAAAABdI/va5TtEVa32M/s1600/WP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEk7z9rkhvU/TnDG6ta13oI/AAAAAAAABdI/va5TtEVa32M/s320/WP.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the concert. Wilson Phillips came out and we proudly sang along with every note. There was some mass confusion as to who was a Wilson and who was a Phillips. I called in for back-up aka the lady in front of me, and she helped settle the confusion. In the picture below, please note how Wendy Wilson is doing her own thing. Chynna Phillips is taking center stage and continuously reminding us to vote for her on DWS and promoting their new reality show. Fingers crossed that I am in the Utah State Fair episode. And then there's Carnie Wilson. Her husband is in the band. Her daughter played the tambourine for a song and she is my favorite. That woman can harmonize like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkwGP7Hrtk/TnDIbVfdLfI/AAAAAAAABdM/gD3xz7iC2zI/s1600/IMG_9096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkwGP7Hrtk/TnDIbVfdLfI/AAAAAAAABdM/gD3xz7iC2zI/s320/IMG_9096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and Carnie are Brian Wilson's(Beach Boys) daughters and Chynna's parents are John and Michelle Phillips of The Mamas &amp;amp; the Papas. WP sang many cover songs which will be featured on their next album to be released in February. I may have enjoyed those songs more than when WP sang their own hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was so much fun and the people watching was amazing. And then the concert turned into a scene straight from The Jerry Springer show. A man on the second row, yes second, complained to an usher about two ladies on the front standing and blocking his view. And the arguing continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0I0P5KKotI/TnDM7pGqg2I/AAAAAAAABdQ/rU2cmOOa9RA/s1600/IMG_9099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0I0P5KKotI/TnDM7pGqg2I/AAAAAAAABdQ/rU2cmOOa9RA/s320/IMG_9099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things appeared to calm down for three seconds and soon the guy in the red shirt had left his seat and found a different usher and we learn that the ladies on the front row are not sitting in the correct seat and must move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Eu1GHDz1M/TnDNzU5qZzI/AAAAAAAABdU/anQiZGLJdCA/s1600/IMG_9109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-Eu1GHDz1M/TnDNzU5qZzI/AAAAAAAABdU/anQiZGLJdCA/s320/IMG_9109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then things intensified when the ladies tossed their beer at the guy who complained and they are all escorted away from the area while screaming at one another and WP tell the crowd to settle down and hold on for one more day. Truth be told, Hold On was the encore, but they did tell the crowd to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8hmKsuSGZk/TnDPkRQGrAI/AAAAAAAABdY/87YbLY43UCA/s1600/IMG_9110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8hmKsuSGZk/TnDPkRQGrAI/AAAAAAAABdY/87YbLY43UCA/s320/IMG_9110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, it was a great concert. The Jerry Springer portion was actually sad because the concert was free and they missed some great songs. As for me, I can multitask and enjoyed the two in one show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2353021973923270035?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2353021973923270035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2353021973923270035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2353021973923270035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2353021973923270035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/wilson-phillips-with-special-guest.html' title='Wilson Phillips with special guest Jerry Springer'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GEk7z9rkhvU/TnDG6ta13oI/AAAAAAAABdI/va5TtEVa32M/s72-c/WP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-933669371602276728</id><published>2011-09-06T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:40:44.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Udderly Fantastic Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FuoBbDYDbw/TpJleVkuStI/AAAAAAAABe4/kNNpTdxF-c0/s1600/IMG_9091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FuoBbDYDbw/TpJleVkuStI/AAAAAAAABe4/kNNpTdxF-c0/s320/IMG_9091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sy made this poster for myself and my friends.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvrJhGnC1Dw/TpJlllCEqeI/AAAAAAAABe8/Vi0oicdx5wo/s1600/2021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvrJhGnC1Dw/TpJlllCEqeI/AAAAAAAABe8/Vi0oicdx5wo/s320/2021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the horse races.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPqOtfVUZ7I/TpJlrxa2J6I/AAAAAAAABfA/ZOy0trofZ-M/s1600/2701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPqOtfVUZ7I/TpJlrxa2J6I/AAAAAAAABfA/ZOy0trofZ-M/s320/2701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indian Relays are a must see at the fair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gh9LgN8zlSY/TpJlxZIf24I/AAAAAAAABfE/2BlyDSsvSYM/s1600/2921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gh9LgN8zlSY/TpJlxZIf24I/AAAAAAAABfE/2BlyDSsvSYM/s320/2921.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entrance to the fair. Best way to spend Labor Day weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GsgWff7l_U4/TpJl1U44BSI/AAAAAAAABfI/JhP8rrh68ZQ/s1600/3881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GsgWff7l_U4/TpJl1U44BSI/AAAAAAAABfI/JhP8rrh68ZQ/s320/3881.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many stamps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;For as long as I can remember, Labor Day has been spent in B town with family and friends. My cousin Jackie and her family came home from New Mexico and we had a great time catching up. Some people attend their 5,10, 15 year high school reunions. Me? I go to the fair each year and have my own high school reunion. The fair began with a parade and then we spent several days eating a lot of food and attending events such as: horse races, Indian relay races, rodeo, Tractor Pull, and even an arm wrestling competition. I'm already counting down until E.I.S.F. 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-933669371602276728?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/933669371602276728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=933669371602276728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/933669371602276728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/933669371602276728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/udderly-fantastic-fair.html' title='Udderly Fantastic Fair'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FuoBbDYDbw/TpJleVkuStI/AAAAAAAABe4/kNNpTdxF-c0/s72-c/IMG_9091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-355431591329130317</id><published>2011-09-03T21:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:17:35.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha</title><content type='html'>I remember the days when the lady statue was on display at a gas station but she was often lying on the ground due to vehicles backing into her. Some time ago, she was moved to Martha's Cafe, and naturally became known as Martha.&amp;nbsp;Last summer, I posted a picture of &lt;a href="http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2010/07/idaho.html"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We were told she would soon be getting a new dress and then winter came and she was still wearing a bikini. My dad asked the owner if we could put a scarf around her neck, we were given permission, but then Martha was taken down before she could receive her scarf.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this weekend. I was enjoying the Eastern Idaho State Fair parade with family and friends when we saw her. Yes, Martha has returned and now dons a red bikini. I hope she gets more clothing before standing in front of the thriving metropolis of B Town. Please note the bling on her left hand. I hope I'm invited to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3tVJrp7nYI/TnAn3maP0OI/AAAAAAAABdE/nsBvPH6nb30/s1600/IMG_9090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3tVJrp7nYI/TnAn3maP0OI/AAAAAAAABdE/nsBvPH6nb30/s320/IMG_9090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-355431591329130317?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/355431591329130317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=355431591329130317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/355431591329130317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/355431591329130317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/martha.html' title='Martha'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3tVJrp7nYI/TnAn3maP0OI/AAAAAAAABdE/nsBvPH6nb30/s72-c/IMG_9090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7088550280569255020</id><published>2011-09-02T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:03:10.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is My Town</title><content type='html'>Myself, Meags, and Simon traveled to B town so they could experience the best fair in the world. As we were nearing my parent's home, I announced that we needed to stop at the Walker's farm to buy corn. We approached the farm and found the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZLdKYs5meg/TnAl1QtW4VI/AAAAAAAABc8/sfiDgns09P4/s1600/IMG_9051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZLdKYs5meg/TnAl1QtW4VI/AAAAAAAABc8/sfiDgns09P4/s320/IMG_9051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The smaller sign says "the honor system works here" and it really does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lF6hNcGy-Ec/TnAmAh-bWLI/AAAAAAAABdA/CaTg1tbPvjQ/s1600/IMG_9048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lF6hNcGy-Ec/TnAmAh-bWLI/AAAAAAAABdA/CaTg1tbPvjQ/s320/IMG_9048.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmm. The corn was delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7088550280569255020?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7088550280569255020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7088550280569255020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7088550280569255020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7088550280569255020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-my-town.html' title='This is My Town'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZLdKYs5meg/TnAl1QtW4VI/AAAAAAAABc8/sfiDgns09P4/s72-c/IMG_9051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4728092243375036451</id><published>2011-08-31T22:22:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:08:11.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq0aCw5-ies/Tl-nzB_Z9pI/AAAAAAAABcQ/ZJFZqejwo4I/s1600/IMG_9044.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq0aCw5-ies/Tl-nzB_Z9pI/AAAAAAAABcQ/ZJFZqejwo4I/s320/IMG_9044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meeting this little guy was the highlight of my day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_XJAoG-Vc/Tl-oBRT3A1I/AAAAAAAABcU/bOxc8jvFIMY/s1600/IMG_9046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_XJAoG-Vc/Tl-oBRT3A1I/AAAAAAAABcU/bOxc8jvFIMY/s320/IMG_9046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love these ladies(and baby boy G). We first met while working for the state and as we transitioned to contract work, we have remained good friends. Gym days with Mindy(on hold until after Baby B arrives this fall).&amp;nbsp;Craft days with Corrine. Dining at JCW's. My heart is full when I think of life one year ago as we shed tears with one another and pondered experiences that have changed us all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4728092243375036451?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4728092243375036451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4728092243375036451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4728092243375036451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4728092243375036451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/gift.html' title='A Gift'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq0aCw5-ies/Tl-nzB_Z9pI/AAAAAAAABcQ/ZJFZqejwo4I/s72-c/IMG_9044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7936692087021403229</id><published>2011-08-27T12:08:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:37:46.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Annual Sweatin For Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEanIAmfQMY/Tl-vTM2i2WI/AAAAAAAABcY/ynpF-eTj8Bc/s1600/IMG_9039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lEanIAmfQMY/Tl-vTM2i2WI/AAAAAAAABcY/ynpF-eTj8Bc/s320/IMG_9039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bright Sun=Squinty Eyes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Today was the 2nd Annual &lt;a href="http://www.sweatinforsarah.org/"&gt;Sweatin For Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;5K benefit run. I was a volunteer and helped with registration and then directed traffic during the race. It was great to see so many people gathered in support of Sarah who was diagnosed with cancer last June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.to.the.S: Gev from SYTYCD was at the race and I was in a flash mob. #535 checked off my bucket list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7936692087021403229?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7936692087021403229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7936692087021403229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7936692087021403229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7936692087021403229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/2nd-annual-sweatin-for-sarah.html' title='2nd Annual Sweatin For Sarah'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-lEanIAmfQMY/Tl-vTM2i2WI/AAAAAAAABcY/ynpF-eTj8Bc/s72-c/IMG_9039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6130455558767002199</id><published>2011-08-18T08:55:00.114-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:08:47.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer I Was Twelve And Older</title><content type='html'>I spent a week in the Northwest visiting my brother and his family. In the days before I was to leave the city of salt, I learned that my brother was in the another state and had to stay there until the work equipment was working properly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was saddened because we had plans to attend his work party the night of my arrival so I surprised when I arrived at the airport and received an unexpected call from my brother saying that he just landed in the land of port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb_XoVDYJTI/Tl-e0S4V91I/AAAAAAAABcI/D6rCf_StztY/s1600/Intel+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb_XoVDYJTI/Tl-e0S4V91I/AAAAAAAABcI/D6rCf_StztY/s320/Intel+Party.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard so much about the Intel parties and was excited to see if it lived up to all the hype. I am&amp;nbsp;accustomed to state parties so attending my brother's work party blew my mind. Horse rides, mini golf, swimming, slip 'n slide, dodgeball tournament, and oh so many prizes. I had no shame in running up a hill to receive a towel, t-shirt, umbrella, and other prizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDeMCVNC6o/Tl-e1Wpf5gI/AAAAAAAABcM/A1MOIpdcJcc/s1600/Oregon+Gardens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujDeMCVNC6o/Tl-e1Wpf5gI/AAAAAAAABcM/A1MOIpdcJcc/s320/Oregon+Gardens.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oregon Gardens was next on the agenda and they did not disappoint. At one point, I tried to take a drink from what I thought was a drinking fountain but then saw the "Do not touch the fountain" sign and quickly moved away from the area. Actually, the truth is that I knew it was not a drinking fountain but it sure looked like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYkCUqTFfEE/Tl-eskqZb4I/AAAAAAAABcE/QRwxJSFSbQ4/s1600/Oaks+Amusement+Park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYkCUqTFfEE/Tl-eskqZb4I/AAAAAAAABcE/QRwxJSFSbQ4/s320/Oaks+Amusement+Park.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We went to an Oaks Amusement Park for 2 for 1 Tuesday and I purchased my ticket, got one for free, and a lady in line offered to buy the extra one for more than it was worth. I let her know the actual price and she insisted on paying an extra $3. &amp;nbsp;Noelle insisted on holding me hand on one of the rides-so adorable. Brin was a daredevil and wanted to go on all the 'big' rides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY5mkmpqRQk/Tl-2md2nWaI/AAAAAAAABcc/4gA-CrfCadY/s1600/Evergreen+Wings+%2526+Waves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yY5mkmpqRQk/Tl-2md2nWaI/AAAAAAAABcc/4gA-CrfCadY/s320/Evergreen+Wings+%2526+Waves.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our next adventure was at Evergreen Wings &amp;amp; Waves. We climbed 111 steps and entered a 747 where the slides went out of the plane. When we first arrived, Clay and I picked a random slide and it was so dark and fast. Tennie Jo and I screamed like little girls when two lifeguards entered the funnel portion of Nose Dive soon after us and it appeared we would collide. The Mach 1 was supposed to be the most daring, but proved to be the most calm. The wave pool was intense and I would like to return for the 'Dive-in Move Night.' The kids area included a helicopter filling a bucket with water and then dumping onto trees and everything in its path. Noelle didn't want to get drenched but she encouraged me to stand right under the bucket when the water rushed out. I'll do anything to remain the favorite aunt. I think it's safe to say that the girls were exhausted after spending the day at Wings &amp;amp; Waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The visit went by too quickly and soon it was time for me to return to my life in the 801. I miss seeing the girls at swim lessons each morning, going to a movie with Tennie Jo, and enlisting the help of Jose the finger puppet when it was time to clean. If asked nicely, I may even sing one of Jose's songs. I'm counting down until my next visit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6130455558767002199?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6130455558767002199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6130455558767002199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6130455558767002199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6130455558767002199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-i-was-twelve-and-older.html' title='The Summer I Was Twelve And Older'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-Qb_XoVDYJTI/Tl-e0S4V91I/AAAAAAAABcI/D6rCf_StztY/s72-c/Intel+Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4972553000471023843</id><published>2011-08-11T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:28:39.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>It was my turn at the register. The cashier turned, looked at me, and asked, "How is your day?" I've never been more grateful for the sunglasses worn upon my face as a few tears began to form while every emotion from the week began to surface. I was taken aback by the question and yet I felt the kindness and sincerity in those four words. I paused and then replied, "good, thank you." She continued to look at me and then announced that she would be giving me a discount. I tried to decline graciously but to no avail. The discount was given, I thanked her repeatedly, and then I was on my way. I left determined to be more interested in people. To have a heart for all and a focus on the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this same time, a friend asked to come by for a visit and knew just what to say without knowing any details of the past week. That of hearing horrific events occurring in a person's life to watching others bear heavy burdens and fighting to rise above the feelings of being abandoned and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that just as I pray for blessings in my life and for opportunities to serve others, I &amp;nbsp;must be open to receiving those whom may become an answer to my vocal or oft times silent pleadings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4972553000471023843?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4972553000471023843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4972553000471023843&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4972553000471023843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4972553000471023843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-9107835789370346553</id><published>2011-08-06T08:39:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:58:24.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L_wXqS1P5Q/Tj3DEHjx-cI/AAAAAAAABY4/-f6JbasBDRQ/s1600/Provo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L_wXqS1P5Q/Tj3DEHjx-cI/AAAAAAAABY4/-f6JbasBDRQ/s320/Provo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharing headphones...how cute.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After attending the Joshua James concert in Provo last night, it was decided that the BYU creamery was the next stop. We sat in the booth behind this couple and I found myself commenting on their conversation centered around music theory and their favorite musical. I had to remind myself that I was not at their table and should not be listening, but it was so entertaining. Besides, the over two hours we were stuck in traffic on I-15 was easier to handle because we had stories from the Creamery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-9107835789370346553?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/9107835789370346553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=9107835789370346553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9107835789370346553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9107835789370346553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5L_wXqS1P5Q/Tj3DEHjx-cI/AAAAAAAABY4/-f6JbasBDRQ/s72-c/Provo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-5862024926962262938</id><published>2011-08-05T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:30:15.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Let's Make a Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's groupon? $20 worth of sushi for $10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I purchase? Yes. I felt it was my duty after writing yesterday's post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm beginning to think my blog is a wishing well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-5862024926962262938?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5862024926962262938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=5862024926962262938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5862024926962262938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5862024926962262938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/re-lets-make-deal.html' title='Re: Let&apos;s Make a Deal'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2107376160818166446</id><published>2011-08-04T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:58:21.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Make a Deal</title><content type='html'>Dear Groupon/Daily Deals/Living Social, etc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not purchased a deal in the past month because I do not need my carpet cleaned nor my car detailed. Well, I could use the car detailing, but I'd rather purchase 2 for 1 movie passes or $25 in sushi for $10. I will say that the lack of great deals is helping me stay on budget so I guess I should be thanking you rather than complaining. Plus, I really should use the vouchers that I have purchased over the past several months. I fear this letter is not going as planned.&amp;nbsp;Abort.&amp;nbsp;Anyone want to go to a laser show at the Planetarium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever in search of a good deal,&lt;br /&gt;Mishellita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2107376160818166446?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2107376160818166446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2107376160818166446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2107376160818166446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2107376160818166446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/lets-make-deal.html' title='Let&apos;s Make a Deal'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1319793088352263736</id><published>2011-08-03T07:13:00.108-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T07:26:59.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21+9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_98E2ypGuBE/TjjhB2aVkfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/AvE7aksw-40/s1600/pip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_98E2ypGuBE/TjjhB2aVkfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/AvE7aksw-40/s320/pip.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thirty years ago today, you were born. I remember waking up and hearing Grandpa B explain that mom and dad were at the hospital because we would soon have a little sister. You are the youngest child and I admit that I once resented the fact that you were able to stay with mom and the grandparents when dad had surgery while Clay and I spent time with extended family and friends. I guess that's the middle child in me, wanting everyone to be together. I admire your courage, determination, and strength.&amp;nbsp;You became a business owner at the age of 23 and continue to succeed while also excelling in your role as wife and mother. I am&amp;nbsp;in awe with your goodness and selflessness as you give to others in the midst of a 'what's in it for me' world.&amp;nbsp;You know how to make me laugh. Remember when we would drive to see the dressed up goose and attempt to take pictures without being caught? Or what about the time we went to the greenbelt to run/rollerblade and it was so windy that I ended up pushing you around the lake? In so many ways, I consider you to be the older and wiser sister and I am blessed to call you my closest friend. You may be 30 years-old, but in my mind, you will forever be 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Pip! Love you much. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1319793088352263736?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1319793088352263736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1319793088352263736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1319793088352263736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1319793088352263736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/08/219.html' title='21+9'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-_98E2ypGuBE/TjjhB2aVkfI/AAAAAAAABYQ/AvE7aksw-40/s72-c/pip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-688378145094231311</id><published>2011-07-30T23:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:33:16.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look to the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wb_VlM7QL4/Tj3MUVxNmQI/AAAAAAAABZI/BdHw9dukhgs/s1600/IMG_8747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wb_VlM7QL4/Tj3MUVxNmQI/AAAAAAAABZI/BdHw9dukhgs/s320/IMG_8747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends and I saw Idina Menzel perform with the Utah Symphony&amp;nbsp;at Deer Valley&amp;nbsp;this evening. &amp;nbsp;Keith Lockhart was the conductor for the night and this was his last show as director emeritus for the Symphony. Idina sang songs from Wicked, Rent, Glee, along with some well known classics and she had the audience join her a couple of times. &amp;nbsp;She was quite the entertainer and even stopped mid-song to tell a couple of stories and then finished the song. It reminded me of when I play the piano except that I will start playing one song and then start playing a different song without completing the first. Idina offered to end the concert when the rain started but the crowd, myself included, cheered for her to continue and continue she did. Idina's voice is clear and her range, endless, and I would pay to see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-688378145094231311?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/688378145094231311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=688378145094231311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/688378145094231311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/688378145094231311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/look-to-rainbow.html' title='Look to the Rainbow'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-4wb_VlM7QL4/Tj3MUVxNmQI/AAAAAAAABZI/BdHw9dukhgs/s72-c/IMG_8747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-732633916558570725</id><published>2011-07-29T23:59:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T17:52:20.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcYfNtO_j0A/TjXoWO-zbTI/AAAAAAAABXU/YVM0GGJx46c/s1600/IMG_8726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcYfNtO_j0A/TjXoWO-zbTI/AAAAAAAABXU/YVM0GGJx46c/s320/IMG_8726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put my brave face on...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cP0gfT79Xak/TjXoB0TkUMI/AAAAAAAABXQ/FVdu9OpcJJQ/s1600/IMG_8711.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cP0gfT79Xak/TjXoB0TkUMI/AAAAAAAABXQ/FVdu9OpcJJQ/s320/IMG_8711.1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And kept on swinging.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-732633916558570725?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/732633916558570725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=732633916558570725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/732633916558570725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/732633916558570725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh What a Night'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-vcYfNtO_j0A/TjXoWO-zbTI/AAAAAAAABXU/YVM0GGJx46c/s72-c/IMG_8726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1922225820642843843</id><published>2011-07-28T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:54:08.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Meets Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NV0KVX0Acfs/TjF_GPMeKwI/AAAAAAAABWw/lNLA3CPzOuE/s1600/IMG_8627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NV0KVX0Acfs/TjF_GPMeKwI/AAAAAAAABWw/lNLA3CPzOuE/s320/IMG_8627.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If walls could talk, what a story they would tell...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDfME6R52IQ/TjF_Vke3L6I/AAAAAAAABW0/vxQwSnQ5EWc/s1600/IMG_8631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDfME6R52IQ/TjF_Vke3L6I/AAAAAAAABW0/vxQwSnQ5EWc/s320/IMG_8631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding horses isn't the same without grandpa B...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNCq_Y7s9Ow/TjF_mZyma_I/AAAAAAAABW4/cJCuLH0Tdio/s1600/IMG_8644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNCq_Y7s9Ow/TjF_mZyma_I/AAAAAAAABW4/cJCuLH0Tdio/s320/IMG_8644.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no place like home(or grandma's home)...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1922225820642843843?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1922225820642843843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1922225820642843843&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1922225820642843843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1922225820642843843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/past-meets-future.html' title='Past Meets Future'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-NV0KVX0Acfs/TjF_GPMeKwI/AAAAAAAABWw/lNLA3CPzOuE/s72-c/IMG_8627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6205700180425835646</id><published>2011-07-26T17:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:40:32.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>It is written that Galileo was watching the movement of a chandelier in a cathedral and began to research the laws of pendulum motion to determine the exact period of a pendulum. A pendulum must be kept steady for accuracy and is easily swayed by environmental forces, much like our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;I find it fascinating that parts of a clock are referred to as the 'face' or the 'hands.'&amp;nbsp;Clocks are our time keepers, ever reminding us that time does indeed march on.&amp;nbsp;How I can be in a meeting and time seems to slow down but when I am enjoying time with family and friends, our time together is over much too soon?&lt;br /&gt;This concept became more clear as I spent time with my family this past weekend. Minutes seemed to pass ever so quietly and I found myself longing to freeze every moment. I was drawn toward old photographs and family journals and at first, I concluded that I simply wanted to remember the early days and recall stories from the past. And then it hit me. I was really trying to get the history back. To be able to view a photo and be transported to that time to relive all the feelings, thoughts, and wonders stored in the print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzRxdL9Oi18/TjXtRi6drnI/AAAAAAAABXc/zTDjWS2H66s/s1600/IMG_8699.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzRxdL9Oi18/TjXtRi6drnI/AAAAAAAABXc/zTDjWS2H66s/s320/IMG_8699.1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~Anais Nin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6205700180425835646?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6205700180425835646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6205700180425835646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6205700180425835646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6205700180425835646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-i-could-turn-back-time.html' title='If I Could Turn Back Time'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzRxdL9Oi18/TjXtRi6drnI/AAAAAAAABXc/zTDjWS2H66s/s72-c/IMG_8699.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1817341754326320151</id><published>2011-07-25T17:40:00.045-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:14:41.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Leg Pits Are Sweating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spending the weekend with my family was wonderful. Clay and his family made the drive from the Land of the Ducks and I loved watching the cousins interact with one another. My niece Noelle-belle kept saying her leg pits(back of the knee) were sweating and I will now be adding that phrase to my vocabulary. I played with the kids during the day and the spent the evening talking with the adults about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.&amp;nbsp;We also spent time at Grandpa B's art studio collecting sketches, handmade belts, and other mementos.&amp;nbsp;And of course we went to Rupe's for a root beer ice cream cone which is always an adventure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZttE-JsjAT0/Tj3RwwagKCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/p7kEQUwyS-o/s1600/IMG_8618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZttE-JsjAT0/Tj3RwwagKCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/p7kEQUwyS-o/s320/IMG_8618.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dad and Sy decided to humor me by wearing BYU attire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-woNuacbASpM/Tj3UaczoyPI/AAAAAAAABZg/yvvAYRYz1fE/s1600/IMG_8619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-woNuacbASpM/Tj3UaczoyPI/AAAAAAAABZg/yvvAYRYz1fE/s320/IMG_8619.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Oregon Duck fan tried to injure the BYU fan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUAtMckpTho/Tj3SDMJDxgI/AAAAAAAABZU/COU7N5KsumU/s1600/IMG_8621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUAtMckpTho/Tj3SDMJDxgI/AAAAAAAABZU/COU7N5KsumU/s320/IMG_8621.JPG" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister-in-law decided to be my twin for church. She likes to play pranks on me and I now have a battle wound because of her. Totally worth the pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVVvSJMFs3k/Tj3TFWAsNyI/AAAAAAAABZY/wiiOFgSWdY0/s1600/IMG_8676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QVVvSJMFs3k/Tj3TFWAsNyI/AAAAAAAABZY/wiiOFgSWdY0/s320/IMG_8676.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My brother-in-law didn't think I could do a push-up. I showed him. Sy needs to work on his form.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sY_1FiAs8ko/Tj3TxarKDdI/AAAAAAAABZc/3CDZ8pZjClc/s1600/IMG_8695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sY_1FiAs8ko/Tj3TxarKDdI/AAAAAAAABZc/3CDZ8pZjClc/s320/IMG_8695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love these faces. Brin had eight teeth pulled earlier in the day and she was still smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1817341754326320151?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1817341754326320151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1817341754326320151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1817341754326320151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1817341754326320151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-leg-pits-are-sweating.html' title='My Leg Pits Are Sweating'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZttE-JsjAT0/Tj3RwwagKCI/AAAAAAAABZQ/p7kEQUwyS-o/s72-c/IMG_8618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7972572462868377912</id><published>2011-07-19T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:10:23.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Stroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1E73C1xxeI/TiZRaPYYlOI/AAAAAAAABVs/zVm3oPrvUk8/s1600/IMG_8611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I1E73C1xxeI/TiZRaPYYlOI/AAAAAAAABVs/zVm3oPrvUk8/s320/IMG_8611.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ladies in the above picture walk around the neighborhood almost every night. The walker does not always make an appearance but I'm glad it is used for extra support when needed. I smile every time I see the walkers and next time I think I will ask if I can join them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7972572462868377912?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7972572462868377912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7972572462868377912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7972572462868377912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7972572462868377912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/evening-stroll.html' title='Evening Stroll'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-I1E73C1xxeI/TiZRaPYYlOI/AAAAAAAABVs/zVm3oPrvUk8/s72-c/IMG_8611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4954084390595882146</id><published>2011-07-18T23:53:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:29:44.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Athletes</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I think animals are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up near horses, cows, cats, dogs, chickens, and every other animal found on the farm, but when the rodeo announcer called the horses 'animal athletes,' I started to laugh. Sure, the animal has to be strong and trained in the ways of rodeo, and yet, that phrase seems silly. I enjoyed the rodeo and enjoyed sitting near &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;President Monson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixFOplMA-J4/TiZZBZN4g1I/AAAAAAAABVw/EI70kRfu3BA/s1600/IMG_8598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixFOplMA-J4/TiZZBZN4g1I/AAAAAAAABVw/EI70kRfu3BA/s320/IMG_8598.JPG" width="292" /&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/4044045867446344820-4954084390595882146?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4954084390595882146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4954084390595882146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4954084390595882146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4954084390595882146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/animal-athletes.html' title='Animal Athletes'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixFOplMA-J4/TiZZBZN4g1I/AAAAAAAABVw/EI70kRfu3BA/s72-c/IMG_8598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7084863094660689895</id><published>2011-07-18T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:49:53.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSeJmcGykY/TiZN7ta810I/AAAAAAAABVo/8sQu5hsAMBY/s1600/IMG_8582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttSeJmcGykY/TiZN7ta810I/AAAAAAAABVo/8sQu5hsAMBY/s320/IMG_8582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I chose to spend my lunch hour with Meags, Allison, and her twins Rosie and Evie. It was the perfect way to spend the afternoon. The three of us have been friends for several years and have shared many great moments and watched and supported one another through difficult points in life. I may have also helped Allison meet her future husband Ben(feel free to return the favor anytime, Allison). For some reason, I took several pictures of the twins but not one picture with Allison. I guess I better go visit her soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~C.S. Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7084863094660689895?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7084863094660689895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7084863094660689895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7084863094660689895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7084863094660689895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-survival.html' title='My Survival'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-ttSeJmcGykY/TiZN7ta810I/AAAAAAAABVo/8sQu5hsAMBY/s72-c/IMG_8582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7460424673591541233</id><published>2011-07-17T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:00:19.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NZCeVBnEuE/TiNpMW8O0BI/AAAAAAAABU4/U5GjiWIH3hg/s1600/motab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NZCeVBnEuE/TiNpMW8O0BI/AAAAAAAABU4/U5GjiWIH3hg/s320/motab.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given tickets to a closed to the public Mormon Tabernacle concert this morning which was the closing session for the Nation Association of Governor's. As I walked into the Conference Center, I recognized a few local and national leaders and wished I could spend time talking to them about public policy. We all stood for the National Anthem and then sat in awe as we heard several patriotic songs. It was the perfect way to spend the Sabbath morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;i&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7460424673591541233?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7460424673591541233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7460424673591541233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7460424673591541233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7460424673591541233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2NZCeVBnEuE/TiNpMW8O0BI/AAAAAAAABU4/U5GjiWIH3hg/s72-c/motab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-5122273848253388060</id><published>2011-07-16T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:12:34.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Name?</title><content type='html'>I like nicknames. As a child, I was known as Belle and/or Shell Bell until I went to school and then I had to learn my name is really Shelley. There's something really great and connecting when a friend or family member calls me Shell, Shae, Bob, or any of my other nicknames. In turn, I like to give people nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Pelos(short for Pelosi whose first name is Nancy) met some people from my hometown and had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos: "My friend is from B town and you have the same last name. Her parents are Rufus and Lucy. Except, that's not their real names and I can't remember their given names.&lt;br /&gt;Locals: Hmmmm. I don't know how to help you figure out their names, but I'm sure we know them.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos: "Wait! She has a sister who is a hair stylist in town. Her name is Pip. Uh, that's not her name and well, you know the rest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-5122273848253388060?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5122273848253388060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=5122273848253388060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5122273848253388060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5122273848253388060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-my-name.html' title='What&apos;s My Name?'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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-4044045867446344820.post-1010213811955585627</id><published>2011-07-15T17:31:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:45:46.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>I spent the day with this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABm5tfSkJ9E/TiIv1lGCEeI/AAAAAAAABUg/TQfS8eBgnvs/s1600/IMG_8577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABm5tfSkJ9E/TiIv1lGCEeI/AAAAAAAABUg/TQfS8eBgnvs/s320/IMG_8577.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden, 17 months old, taught me all about the ipad. Obviously his dad is a computer guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDiVctanYX4/TiIvOQCNIYI/AAAAAAAABUY/yD4tsm6u7qg/s1600/IMG_8574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDiVctanYX4/TiIvOQCNIYI/AAAAAAAABUY/yD4tsm6u7qg/s320/IMG_8574.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was talking to friends while enjoying the pool in the backyard. This is the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1010213811955585627?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1010213811955585627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1010213811955585627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1010213811955585627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1010213811955585627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-ABm5tfSkJ9E/TiIv1lGCEeI/AAAAAAAABUg/TQfS8eBgnvs/s72-c/IMG_8577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-9157879279553412306</id><published>2011-07-15T10:18:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:37:24.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>H to the P</title><content type='html'>I admit that I was a little late in jumping on the Hogwarts Express. My elementary education friends kept talking about the books and did their best to convince me to give the books a try even though I am book snob. I started reading the books after watching the first movie and have been hooked ever since. I have attended the midnight showing for the past several movies and my friends and I decided to dress up in honor of the final movie. There were many people dressed up for the movie and I wish I had taken more pictures of the owls, Sirius Black, Mad Eye Moody, and Storm Troopers. Yes, Storm Troopers and Darth Vader made an appearance at the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 1 hour into the movie, I started to hear uncontrolled sobbing and sniffling behind me and then it seemed to multiply. I looked  at my friends and we all smiled and handed the girls behind us a few  kleenex's. The girls proceeded to cry during the rest of the movie. I  did not shed one tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRqs76ixrsU/TiIt2n8ObkI/AAAAAAAABUU/5i60CVS5_44/s1600/IMG_8568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRqs76ixrsU/TiIt2n8ObkI/AAAAAAAABUU/5i60CVS5_44/s200/IMG_8568.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HP, Ginny, Prof McGonagal, Luna, and Dobby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-9157879279553412306?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/9157879279553412306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=9157879279553412306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9157879279553412306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9157879279553412306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/h-to-p.html' title='H to the P'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRqs76ixrsU/TiIt2n8ObkI/AAAAAAAABUU/5i60CVS5_44/s72-c/IMG_8568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2356196618152488526</id><published>2011-07-13T17:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:02:40.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Open</title><content type='html'>I often drive in silence as I go from meeting to meeting and while visiting clients throughout the valley. As I see people, I wonder what their story is. What lead them to where they are today and where are they heading? The following are just a sampling of people whose story I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-zl0xLemI/AAAAAAAAA1s/EOq7nZTsqEA/s1600-h/DecJan+001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426753538406185570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-zl0xLemI/AAAAAAAAA1s/EOq7nZTsqEA/s200/DecJan+001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 189px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man changing his clothes at a bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-z91mPBLI/AAAAAAAAA10/PdrfmfS-SgY/s1600-h/DecJan+003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426753950945576114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-z91mPBLI/AAAAAAAAA10/PdrfmfS-SgY/s200/DecJan+003.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cello player at a local eatery. I've also seen him play downtown and I know he was recently given a new cello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-1TduV_TI/AAAAAAAAA2E/H7WGD_kYmec/s1600-h/October+234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426755422005886258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-1TduV_TI/AAAAAAAAA2E/H7WGD_kYmec/s200/October+234.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Men hoping to be picked for a work crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2356196618152488526?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2356196618152488526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2356196618152488526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2356196618152488526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2356196618152488526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/eyes-wide-open.html' title='Eyes Wide Open'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/_6THRrzALCg8/S0-zl0xLemI/AAAAAAAAA1s/EOq7nZTsqEA/s72-c/DecJan+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3263057402420685826</id><published>2011-07-11T11:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:17:02.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>I received the following texts from my sister this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Reg-1FKiKI4/ThsvJRxlj9I/AAAAAAAABQI/QFYb1kIrXQc/s1600/avryshae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Reg-1FKiKI4/ThsvJRxlj9I/AAAAAAAABQI/QFYb1kIrXQc/s200/avryshae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628143995766280146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you miss me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6U_Xu26AfY/ThsvUCNyscI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Xrzavsz03is/s1600/Sy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S6U_Xu26AfY/ThsvUCNyscI/AAAAAAAABQQ/Xrzavsz03is/s200/Sy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628144180568175042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3263057402420685826?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3263057402420685826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3263057402420685826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3263057402420685826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3263057402420685826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-you-miss-me.html' title='Do You Miss Me?'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-Reg-1FKiKI4/ThsvJRxlj9I/AAAAAAAABQI/QFYb1kIrXQc/s72-c/avryshae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-9056560759970350772</id><published>2011-07-10T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:56:25.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl8VMzL0Qa0/Ths4Nitd78I/AAAAAAAABRA/mw4jChHwyjY/s1600/IMG_8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl8VMzL0Qa0/Ths4Nitd78I/AAAAAAAABRA/mw4jChHwyjY/s200/IMG_8566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628153964636532674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was at a friend's house for dinner and her disposal was clogged. We called several guys and they either didn't answer or they didn't know how to fix the problem. I decided to call my dad and he walked us through the steps to unclog the disposal. Solving drain and disposal issues is definitely going to be added to the long list of things I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKZPRe6XGTw/Ths2s3M-OEI/AAAAAAAABQo/Z1kdBpeHzbs/s1600/IMG_8555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKZPRe6XGTw/Ths2s3M-OEI/AAAAAAAABQo/Z1kdBpeHzbs/s200/IMG_8555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628152303690070082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJcYT9ca-AA/Ths2_8OsUMI/AAAAAAAABQw/fVZD8nYeFB4/s1600/IMG_8559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJcYT9ca-AA/Ths2_8OsUMI/AAAAAAAABQw/fVZD8nYeFB4/s200/IMG_8559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628152631456977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-9056560759970350772?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/9056560759970350772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=9056560759970350772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9056560759970350772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9056560759970350772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/simple-fix.html' title='Simple Fix'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl8VMzL0Qa0/Ths4Nitd78I/AAAAAAAABRA/mw4jChHwyjY/s72-c/IMG_8566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1585334580217162113</id><published>2011-07-09T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:22:43.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still the Favorite</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law called me a few weeks ago to tell me a story about Noella-belle. NB is obsessed with frogs and has a frog shirt that no longer fits. She turned to her mom and said, "It's okay that the shirt doesn't fit anymore, Shelley will buy me a frog shirt for my birthday." Talk about pressure. I started searching and wasn't finding anything I loved. And then genius hit. I remembered that my friend &lt;a href="http://sewsara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt; makes a birthday shirt each year for her kids so I contacted her with my request. I let Sara have creative reign over the shirt and I think it's safe to say that everyone loves the finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WrLxR2Lbf4/ThjDfafv_vI/AAAAAAAABPw/NPXzLsXkK0o/s1600/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WrLxR2Lbf4/ThjDfafv_vI/AAAAAAAABPw/NPXzLsXkK0o/s200/frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627462678855286514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1585334580217162113?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1585334580217162113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1585334580217162113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1585334580217162113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1585334580217162113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-still-favorite.html' title='I&apos;m Still the Favorite'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WrLxR2Lbf4/ThjDfafv_vI/AAAAAAAABPw/NPXzLsXkK0o/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8747854286383845835</id><published>2011-07-08T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:18:48.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime and the livin' is easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Murb0Y5vWuE/ThdJXKFn_HI/AAAAAAAABPY/xq9eaBNfaqs/s1600/barefootsummer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Murb0Y5vWuE/ThdJXKFn_HI/AAAAAAAABPY/xq9eaBNfaqs/s320/barefootsummer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627046921616489586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pObZt_cDgAY/ThdI6ez9wII/AAAAAAAABPQ/4Z65F6Tf--k/s1600/barefootsummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-8747854286383845835?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8747854286383845835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8747854286383845835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8747854286383845835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8747854286383845835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/summertime-and-livin-is-easy.html' title='Summertime and the livin&apos; is easy'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Murb0Y5vWuE/ThdJXKFn_HI/AAAAAAAABPY/xq9eaBNfaqs/s72-c/barefootsummer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8231253144676695028</id><published>2011-07-06T15:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:40:33.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;I'm  sort of soft spoken and kind of sporadic but that really doesn't say  a  whole lot because sometimes I'm kind of loud and a little  predictable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll just have to see for yourself, I guess.&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/4044045867446344820-8231253144676695028?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8231253144676695028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8231253144676695028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8231253144676695028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8231253144676695028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-me.html' title='This is me...'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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-4044045867446344820.post-3745502124239562930</id><published>2011-07-04T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:42:10.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Dry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpSnPEnkoAQ/Ths0UCGrwzI/AAAAAAAABQg/1QBJJrBN4Bs/s1600/IMG_8549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpSnPEnkoAQ/Ths0UCGrwzI/AAAAAAAABQg/1QBJJrBN4Bs/s200/IMG_8549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628149678096499506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may be known to leave the house with wet hair and then roll down the windows in the car in order to dry my hair. Results in The.Best.Curls.Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-3745502124239562930?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3745502124239562930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3745502124239562930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3745502124239562930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3745502124239562930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/air-dry.html' title='Air Dry'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BpSnPEnkoAQ/Ths0UCGrwzI/AAAAAAAABQg/1QBJJrBN4Bs/s72-c/IMG_8549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-301620092375584553</id><published>2011-07-02T23:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:12:41.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yee Haw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgLoxulzZEg/ThuQ-Dpn0OI/AAAAAAAABSs/PbFohWBxyjc/s1600/oakleyrodeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgLoxulzZEg/ThuQ-Dpn0OI/AAAAAAAABSs/PbFohWBxyjc/s200/oakleyrodeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628251555135738082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Oakley rodeo, or radio as young Matthew kept reminding us, with Meags and her family. I look forward to attending as many rodeos as possible each summer and my favorite events are bareback and bull riding. I remember going to the rodeo and horse races with my Grandpa B and I think of him each time I attend one of those events. The fireworks after the rodeo lasted for a whopping 4 minutes-incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-301620092375584553?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/301620092375584553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=301620092375584553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/301620092375584553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/301620092375584553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/07/yee-haw.html' title='Yee Haw'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgLoxulzZEg/ThuQ-Dpn0OI/AAAAAAAABSs/PbFohWBxyjc/s72-c/oakleyrodeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-5703693839965288680</id><published>2011-06-25T23:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:20:37.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went Camping</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, my friend Sylinda and I decided to attend the ward camp out and I am glad we did. My friend Suz came along and I still haven't stopped laughing about the craziness that ensued. The drive to the camp was entertaining as the driver had to find the spot listed on the map as the destination even though an email had been sent with a revision. We set up our tent with ease and then watched as some guys struggled to put up a tent. I should mention it was an Springbar tent which may be more difficult than the one we were using. We stayed up late talking and making new friends. I awoke in the morning wondering if the night before had truly happened as I showed more personality in that one night than I have in the past year in which I have been in this ward. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Evf1MnDoYK8/ThM2CGoT9FI/AAAAAAAABNw/7a1z6RUKjYY/s1600/camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Evf1MnDoYK8/ThM2CGoT9FI/AAAAAAAABNw/7a1z6RUKjYY/s200/camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625899769283212370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uaTEh5PGGw/ThM2gdu1UnI/AAAAAAAABN4/fPAu7qu2KuY/s1600/IMG_8544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uaTEh5PGGw/ThM2gdu1UnI/AAAAAAAABN4/fPAu7qu2KuY/s200/IMG_8544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625900290880655986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-5703693839965288680?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5703693839965288680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=5703693839965288680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5703693839965288680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/5703693839965288680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-went-camping.html' title='I Went Camping'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Evf1MnDoYK8/ThM2CGoT9FI/AAAAAAAABNw/7a1z6RUKjYY/s72-c/camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2651624284830032280</id><published>2011-06-17T18:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T07:51:04.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Have A Story To Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all have a story to tell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we whisper or yell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a story, of adolescence and all it's glory. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a story to tell. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a story to tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The above words are from a song entitled "Happily Ever After." Sometimes I think I want to know the ending before the beginning and yet, there are a few things I know without having a perfect understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person does have a story to tell and each life matters. Whether our story is told to the masses or to a select few, there is value and worth in who we are and what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I end up happy? Yes. I choose to be, therefore I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4044045867446344820-2651624284830032280?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2651624284830032280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2651624284830032280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2651624284830032280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2651624284830032280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-all-have-story-to-tell.html' title='We All Have A Story To Tell'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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-4044045867446344820.post-7835460459631270638</id><published>2011-06-11T22:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:19:20.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Muscles</title><content type='html'>I was driving to the store, when I felt that I should make a phone call. I'm glad I made that call because the person on the other end was in distress and told me that they had fallen, may have broken something and the ambulance was at the home. I felt helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a neighbor was teaching her grandson about fire trucks when he went to the window and exclaimed, "Grandma, there is a fire truck across the street." She went to the window, grabbed her phone, and started making phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the friends who received a call from the neighbor rushed to the hospital and stayed until the husband of the injured arrived. A blessing was given and the waiting continued and still continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am that there isn't a limiting quota on God's love and this week I was reminded that we are surrounded by those who help us feel God's love in a variety of ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7835460459631270638?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7835460459631270638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7835460459631270638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7835460459631270638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7835460459631270638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/06/heart-muscles.html' title='Heart Muscles'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4547056593575765688</id><published>2011-05-30T23:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:24:44.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9icm279NZA/Tfw1X5_TfXI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZpLmloMj85Y/s1600/IMG_8530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9icm279NZA/Tfw1X5_TfXI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZpLmloMj85Y/s200/IMG_8530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619425119871139186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, Memorial Day has included BBQ's with family and visiting cemeteries to place flowers on the headstones of loved ones. This year, my parents and I cleaned headstones and talked about memories of those who have passed. What a reunion we will have one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4547056593575765688?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4547056593575765688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4547056593575765688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4547056593575765688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4547056593575765688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-memory.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9icm279NZA/Tfw1X5_TfXI/AAAAAAAABLw/ZpLmloMj85Y/s72-c/IMG_8530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4371062928012749383</id><published>2011-05-28T10:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:11:04.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQPErLmP3lA/TfwywrslGLI/AAAAAAAABLo/dvv5wfw31vI/s1600/IMG_8525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQPErLmP3lA/TfwywrslGLI/AAAAAAAABLo/dvv5wfw31vI/s200/IMG_8525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619422246996351154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad called me earlier in the week and asked if I wanted to go on a train ride with the family and of course I did. Lucy(mom), Sy, Avy Shae, and myself met Rufus(dad) in Poky and boarded a train with local dignitaries. I was hoping the local newspaper would be covering the story so I could be on the front page but no such luck. I guess I'll wait until I'm one of the local dignitaries and then my picture and life story will be on the front page of several papers. Sy took dozens of random pictures and Avy Shae kept asking if they would be serving peanuts during our short ride to AF. Riding the train made me want to go on a vacation via train. I'll add that to the never ending list of 'must do' vacations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4371062928012749383?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4371062928012749383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4371062928012749383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4371062928012749383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4371062928012749383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/05/choo-choo.html' title='Choo Choo'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-uQPErLmP3lA/TfwywrslGLI/AAAAAAAABLo/dvv5wfw31vI/s72-c/IMG_8525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6174967156082639116</id><published>2011-05-21T10:20:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T11:41:24.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Ready for Rumble*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh94er2gD18/ThNJCmYSo8I/AAAAAAAABOw/3Q2OmiAk4TM/s1600/sun%2Bhats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yh94er2gD18/ThNJCmYSo8I/AAAAAAAABOw/3Q2OmiAk4TM/s200/sun%2Bhats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625920668526879682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from a week in the Dominican Republic and I am ready to board another plane as the trip was not long enough. Or maybe I want to escape the reality of email, phone calls, and everyday life for another week. When we arrived in the DR, we were met by beautiful people and humidity and I felt my curly hair expand with each passing minute. The drive to the resort provided great scenery and a small taste of life in the DR. Overall, it was a great vacation. No set schedule. Fresh fruit several  times each day. Bahama Mama Slushies. Sun. Ocean. Good books. Sun. Great  friends. Amazing views. Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45L8i0wsq84/ThNBkXXqKfI/AAAAAAAABOA/_694t_R9v4g/s1600/IMG_8355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45L8i0wsq84/ThNBkXXqKfI/AAAAAAAABOA/_694t_R9v4g/s200/IMG_8355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625912452520225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People will try to sell anything to people driving by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anvi0USX1hE/ThND6qRVIDI/AAAAAAAABOI/_I61NzQRX9Q/s1600/DSC_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anvi0USX1hE/ThND6qRVIDI/AAAAAAAABOI/_I61NzQRX9Q/s200/DSC_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625915034574331954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not ask the ocean waves if that's all they've got because they will cause an injury. I always wanted a scar from the DR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWmZd343REU/ThNEoj_KiOI/AAAAAAAABOQ/oOWh_35ZPDw/s1600/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWmZd343REU/ThNEoj_KiOI/AAAAAAAABOQ/oOWh_35ZPDw/s200/DSC_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625915823161510114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A marriage proposal from Tyson #1 is something I will always remember. He and Juan Eddie gave us their contact information so we can skype, call, email. We gave them email addresses that we rarely check and I may have received an email which is a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXUwXw1QHXo/ThNF35NKxxI/AAAAAAAABOY/VGEQu09dSgw/s1600/DSC_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXUwXw1QHXo/ThNF35NKxxI/AAAAAAAABOY/VGEQu09dSgw/s200/DSC_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625917186067056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Italian friends, whom we sat with during the nightly entertainment, had us dancing and singing each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLn-cqq8URY/ThNG847eMvI/AAAAAAAABOg/3Ro1K9cTlxQ/s1600/IMG_8411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hLn-cqq8URY/ThNG847eMvI/AAAAAAAABOg/3Ro1K9cTlxQ/s200/IMG_8411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625918371403805426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water Aerobics in the ocean is fun, but avoid rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7odWZtXtK8Q/ThNHoKn8AnI/AAAAAAAABOo/ibzbDaGK_n8/s1600/Tarzan-DR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7odWZtXtK8Q/ThNHoKn8AnI/AAAAAAAABOo/ibzbDaGK_n8/s200/Tarzan-DR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625919114888086130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met Tarzan and fed him some fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote by Fabio Star. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the phrase is Let's get ready TO rumble. Bless his Dominican heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6174967156082639116?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6174967156082639116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6174967156082639116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6174967156082639116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6174967156082639116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-get-ready-for-rumble.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Ready for Rumble*'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-yh94er2gD18/ThNJCmYSo8I/AAAAAAAABOw/3Q2OmiAk4TM/s72-c/sun%2Bhats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-9078718263311110562</id><published>2011-04-25T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:19:46.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bommets</title><content type='html'>I spent Easter in B-Town with the family. We had an Easter Egg hunt at Grandma B's house and Avy Shae asked me to wear her Easter Bommet. What?! We all had a good laugh while explaining that it's called an Easter Bonnet, not Bommet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpLXvXDLoFY/TeZU34ok5ZI/AAAAAAAABK4/4hZM2wFJbHg/s1600/IMG_8260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpLXvXDLoFY/TeZU34ok5ZI/AAAAAAAABK4/4hZM2wFJbHg/s200/IMG_8260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613267304636016018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF5KAXJmMzM/TeZVdUQePZI/AAAAAAAABLA/bb79CxovU1E/s1600/IMG_8276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MF5KAXJmMzM/TeZVdUQePZI/AAAAAAAABLA/bb79CxovU1E/s200/IMG_8276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613267947706269074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip dared me to climb the treehouse and I wasn't scared...until I started up the ladder. Now, I should mention that I once fell from the ladder but that was years ago. And, the treehouse isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;high up but I guess I was mostly worried that myself and the tree would come tumbling down. Luckily, I survived. My sister laughed at me until it was her turn to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csHNBzaFqwc/TeZWhFzqAUI/AAAAAAAABLI/f10yz0XsSnk/s1600/IMG_8291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csHNBzaFqwc/TeZWhFzqAUI/AAAAAAAABLI/f10yz0XsSnk/s200/IMG_8291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613269112058413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-9078718263311110562?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/9078718263311110562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=9078718263311110562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9078718263311110562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/9078718263311110562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-bommets.html' title='Easter Bommets'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-vpLXvXDLoFY/TeZU34ok5ZI/AAAAAAAABK4/4hZM2wFJbHg/s72-c/IMG_8260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1571824029206989184</id><published>2011-03-28T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:50:41.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Portland Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyQ-qebCLDA/TeZQ_BGGfJI/AAAAAAAABKg/Pxuy47o_EXM/s1600/portland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyQ-qebCLDA/TeZQ_BGGfJI/AAAAAAAABKg/Pxuy47o_EXM/s320/portland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613263029119909010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time in Oregon visiting family and friends and I almost didn't come back. I really do love the Land of Port and continue to tell my brother that he should find me a job and/or potential husband and I will live in their basement until I buy a place of my own. Highlights from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Jimmer surprised me at the airport.  My niece Brinners was embarrassed by the sign and spent the week saying she didn't like Jimmer. She'll learn and then she will go to BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- We spent a night at a cabin and we stayed up late watching movies on my brother's laptop. Actually, Brinners and Noelle-belle stayed up while the adults fell asleep. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- We ventured downtown for Voodoo Doughnuts and sampled the offerings. We also saw the "Keep Portland Weird" sign which was very appropriate with all we saw while waiting in line for a bacon maple bar and pink bubble gum doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I was able to go to lunch with Kaydi Rae and Cohen and I also had lunch with Dan and Andrea, who recently moved to Portland. I'm beginning to think I must move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low point: The disappointing BYU loss to Florida but buying new shoes helped with the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1571824029206989184?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1571824029206989184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1571824029206989184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1571824029206989184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1571824029206989184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/03/keep-portland-weird.html' title='Keep Portland Weird'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zyQ-qebCLDA/TeZQ_BGGfJI/AAAAAAAABKg/Pxuy47o_EXM/s72-c/portland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1961632700931828475</id><published>2011-03-19T17:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:56:43.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8cd60G0eaM/TeZSfkX4nhI/AAAAAAAABKo/rV4xiemH8aQ/s1600/IMG_8127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8cd60G0eaM/TeZSfkX4nhI/AAAAAAAABKo/rV4xiemH8aQ/s200/IMG_8127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613264687857180178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Jazz game with a couple of friends. I'm pretty sure that my presence is the reason we won...in overtime. Seeing Jeff Hornacek on the bench made me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCbvQp3uE-4/TeZS3RC5e6I/AAAAAAAABKw/netIhbyBZNw/s1600/IMG_8137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCbvQp3uE-4/TeZS3RC5e6I/AAAAAAAABKw/netIhbyBZNw/s200/IMG_8137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613265094985743266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1961632700931828475?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1961632700931828475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1961632700931828475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1961632700931828475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1961632700931828475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/03/jazz.html' title='Jazz'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8cd60G0eaM/TeZSfkX4nhI/AAAAAAAABKo/rV4xiemH8aQ/s72-c/IMG_8127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-3691511551881800899</id><published>2011-03-15T14:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:25:58.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Care of Self</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, I met with a supervisor who asked what I was doing for myself when not at work. I was not prepared for this question and didn't know how to answer. As we talked, I began to see the importance of having a life outside of work. I work from home which means I could be logging information, making phone calls, or checking email twenty-four hours a day, but there comes a point when I need, no, crave and depend on, Shelley time.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to last week and the lesson was relearned. I had an appointment for a facial and I contemplated canceling so I could deal with critical issues at work. I took a deep breath and made a choice. I chose me. I knew that I would be better prepared to handle anything that came my way, if I only took an hour to relax and take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;As I left the salon, I felt renewed and confident that I had made the right decision and was better prepared to conquer work and life concerns. I know that when I take care of myself, I am better able to care for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Things do not change; we change." ~Henry David Thoreau&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/4044045867446344820-3691511551881800899?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3691511551881800899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=3691511551881800899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3691511551881800899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/3691511551881800899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/03/care-of-self.html' title='Care of Self'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-1998384551418268044</id><published>2011-03-03T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:33:46.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No explanation needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n54r0kK0m58/TXAW5ygyqRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/wl5jb1e702o/s1600/IMG_8082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n54r0kK0m58/TXAW5ygyqRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/wl5jb1e702o/s200/IMG_8082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579985120379709714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-1998384551418268044?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/1998384551418268044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=1998384551418268044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1998384551418268044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/1998384551418268044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-explanation-needed.html' title='No explanation needed'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-n54r0kK0m58/TXAW5ygyqRI/AAAAAAAABJ8/wl5jb1e702o/s72-c/IMG_8082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4984000846562345590</id><published>2011-02-23T22:22:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:15:13.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Ice Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0aPRqstFk4/TWX0dy3f45I/AAAAAAAABJs/qpqf134Kvv8/s1600/IMG_8068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w0aPRqstFk4/TWX0dy3f45I/AAAAAAAABJs/qpqf134Kvv8/s200/IMG_8068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577132506276160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cC-6ttt_uKc/TWXu0f9G40I/AAAAAAAABJc/YtsSLolHL20/s1600/IMG_8039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cC-6ttt_uKc/TWXu0f9G40I/AAAAAAAABJc/YtsSLolHL20/s200/IMG_8039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577126299266638658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZhWwzrzdDg/TWX2tRykzUI/AAAAAAAABJ0/TxluElNF2hU/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZhWwzrzdDg/TWX2tRykzUI/AAAAAAAABJ0/TxluElNF2hU/s200/IMG_8064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577134971298303298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZuhEUdHHbU/TWXtGbwjfEI/AAAAAAAABJU/SWYUfuIBDvM/s1600/IMG_8056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qZuhEUdHHbU/TWXtGbwjfEI/AAAAAAAABJU/SWYUfuIBDvM/s200/IMG_8056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577124408354634818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midway Ice Sculptures&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/4044045867446344820-4984000846562345590?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4984000846562345590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4984000846562345590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4984000846562345590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4984000846562345590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice Ice Baby'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/-w0aPRqstFk4/TWX0dy3f45I/AAAAAAAABJs/qpqf134Kvv8/s72-c/IMG_8068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2118606030810396059</id><published>2011-02-21T00:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T08:59:09.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia on My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPiOJFuQAI0/TWKGfbtvXSI/AAAAAAAABIw/FUQG4CbDMyw/s1600/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPiOJFuQAI0/TWKGfbtvXSI/AAAAAAAABIw/FUQG4CbDMyw/s200/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167163211767074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't remember many details from February 21, 1984, but the loss remains real and close to the surface. On that date, I said goodbye to one of my best friends. Later, my sister would tell our parents it's not fair that someone didn't die on her birthday. Oh, to be a child again. I wish she could be here for all the seasons of my life, and yet, I feel her near. For now, I will cherish our walks and live to my potential to be worthy to find myself surrounded by ones who have gone before, including Grandma M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-2118606030810396059?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2118606030810396059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2118606030810396059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2118606030810396059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2118606030810396059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Georgia on My Mind'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPiOJFuQAI0/TWKGfbtvXSI/AAAAAAAABIw/FUQG4CbDMyw/s72-c/grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8000838246420276445</id><published>2011-02-20T23:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:19:30.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCyliiT45ZY/TWLWVtKi1LI/AAAAAAAABJA/vVakereNZKU/s1600/IMG_8037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCyliiT45ZY/TWLWVtKi1LI/AAAAAAAABJA/vVakereNZKU/s200/IMG_8037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576254957027513522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some time ago, I told my friend Mindy that everyone deserves a fancy cake at least once in their lifetime. Mindy and her mother-in-law made me a lime birthday cake that not only smells good, but also tastes delicious. Spending time with friends was the perfect way to spend my birthday eve. After eating cheesecake from Damon and Corrine and birthday cake, I felt like spending the next day at the gym. Good thing I checked my email and read one from my gym that stated that I didn't have to workout on my birthday as long as I promised to go the following day. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-8000838246420276445?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8000838246420276445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8000838246420276445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8000838246420276445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8000838246420276445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/fancy.html' title='Fancy'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCyliiT45ZY/TWLWVtKi1LI/AAAAAAAABJA/vVakereNZKU/s72-c/IMG_8037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-6957054628808346119</id><published>2011-02-19T23:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:22:00.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording Contract in the Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7fIiMqk01U/TWL5TbaJDWI/AAAAAAAABJI/N1-PAm3ichU/s1600/IMG_8003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7fIiMqk01U/TWL5TbaJDWI/AAAAAAAABJI/N1-PAm3ichU/s200/IMG_8003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576293400808328546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few friends and I spent the evening at a Karaoke place. When I first walked in, I thought about turning around and going home to sing along to Glee Karaoke, but I'm so glad I didn't. We were informed that our singing was being streamed on the internet and we asked numerous questions as to a waiver or how to opt out of the streaming, to no avail. My friends and I may have been a crowd favorite and we submitted song after song to the DJ, who oddly enough was in a cage(I will take a picture next time I go and there will be a next time). Soon the place was closing and we all stood and sang Hokey Pokey and Closing Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txlTunEojwE/TWKzl3g5FqI/AAAAAAAABI4/yc2YX8sZZc0/s1600/IMG_8031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txlTunEojwE/TWKzl3g5FqI/AAAAAAAABI4/yc2YX8sZZc0/s200/IMG_8031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576216751776536226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-6957054628808346119?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6957054628808346119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=6957054628808346119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6957054628808346119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/6957054628808346119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/recording-contract-in-works.html' title='Recording Contract in the Works'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7fIiMqk01U/TWL5TbaJDWI/AAAAAAAABJI/N1-PAm3ichU/s72-c/IMG_8003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4185742431708777217</id><published>2011-02-15T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:39:00.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best V-Day Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zs7tK1gS1Xo/TWBT1QL3CfI/AAAAAAAABII/Guu6f-3uoys/s1600/IMG_8001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zs7tK1gS1Xo/TWBT1QL3CfI/AAAAAAAABII/Guu6f-3uoys/s200/IMG_8001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575548513027557874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had not 1, but 4 people ask me to be their Valentine.&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/4044045867446344820-4185742431708777217?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4185742431708777217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4185742431708777217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4185742431708777217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4185742431708777217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-v-day-ever.html' title='Best V-Day Ever'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zs7tK1gS1Xo/TWBT1QL3CfI/AAAAAAAABII/Guu6f-3uoys/s72-c/IMG_8001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8435668167983736024</id><published>2011-02-13T20:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:35:16.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Sun</title><content type='html'>Meags, Shan, and I ran away to Vegas for sun, shopping, and rugby. We stayed with Meags family in Mesquite Thursday night and then continued our journey to Vegas on Friday morning. This was Shan's first official visit to the 'city' so we did our best to show her the time of her life, including a picture by the Welcome to Las Vegas sign. I admit that I usually smile and laugh at people taking their picture in front of the sign so this was a first for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8BvEOWqwrA/TWBcemLcNdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1DeGnCV2ONI/s1600/IMG_7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8BvEOWqwrA/TWBcemLcNdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1DeGnCV2ONI/s200/IMG_7985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575558019399038418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was spent at the USA Sevens International Rugby Tournament which included teams from New Zealand, England, South Africa, Japan, Fiji, and several more. This was Shan's first experience with rugby and by the end of the day, I think she is a fan. Some guys from England sat behind us and provided entertaining commentary throughout the event. After rugby, we continued to shop and then crashed at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLth9aooUfM/TWBeqCe0thI/AAAAAAAABIY/E0tJxMfhf3o/s1600/IMG_7992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLth9aooUfM/TWBeqCe0thI/AAAAAAAABIY/E0tJxMfhf3o/s200/IMG_7992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575560414998345234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QyFWpj8I1U/TWBg0aQR6aI/AAAAAAAABIg/bu7HI4Dunck/s1600/IMG_7996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QyFWpj8I1U/TWBg0aQR6aI/AAAAAAAABIg/bu7HI4Dunck/s200/IMG_7996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575562792201742754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't want to return to much colder Utah, having sun kissed skin and great memories will carry me until Spring and Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-8435668167983736024?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8435668167983736024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8435668167983736024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8435668167983736024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8435668167983736024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-sun.html' title='Back to the Sun'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8BvEOWqwrA/TWBcemLcNdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/1DeGnCV2ONI/s72-c/IMG_7985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2393202695693030398</id><published>2011-02-07T12:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:56:01.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The cure for anything is Salt Water: Sweat, Tears, or the Sea."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--Isak Dinesen (pseudonym of Baroness Karen Blixen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&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/4044045867446344820-2393202695693030398?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2393202695693030398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2393202695693030398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2393202695693030398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2393202695693030398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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-4044045867446344820.post-999203221939893876</id><published>2011-01-27T09:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:38:44.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmerific</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUGohNnyZgI/AAAAAAAABGc/9Xjci5PDMwo/s1600/IMG_7960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUGohNnyZgI/AAAAAAAABGc/9Xjci5PDMwo/s200/IMG_7960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566915902952334850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9BYU ended #4San Diego State's twenty game win streak 71-58 at the Marriott Center in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmer is one amazing player, and yet, he is quick to give credit to his  teammates. One could try to say Jimmer is a ball hog with his 43  points, but the stats tell a different story. Davies had an awesome game  with 14 points and 5 rebounds. Emery only scored 4 points, but held  a SDSU guard to 2 points. My friends and I kept saying Emery needed to get  his head in the game(High School Musical shout out) but then we  realized he was in the game. The defensive game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be the best college game I have ever  attended and let it be known that I loved Jimmer long before the rest of  the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmer love&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NBA scoring leader Kevin Durrant tweet: "Jimme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r is the best scorer in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Washington Wizards John Wall tweet: "Jimmer Fredette is cold! Respect."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacksonville Jaguars Kirk Morriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n, SDSU alumnus, attended the game and said: "Can't lie; tonight we got Jimmered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rapper Nelly: "He is definitely the truth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUGsvx6MfYI/AAAAAAAABG4/Ol-PdZYW90M/s1600/victory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUGsvx6MfYI/AAAAAAAABG4/Ol-PdZYW90M/s320/victory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566920551257898370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-999203221939893876?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/999203221939893876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=999203221939893876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/999203221939893876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/999203221939893876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/01/jimmerific.html' title='Jimmerific'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/_6THRrzALCg8/TUGohNnyZgI/AAAAAAAABGc/9Xjci5PDMwo/s72-c/IMG_7960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-4336660409101074886</id><published>2011-01-25T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T08:46:34.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's within me</title><content type='html'>While waiting for an update on the health of a family member, I turned to the scriptures and found myself reading a verse that I continue to ponder. "Put on thy Strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this scripture is not only an answer for which I have long been seeking but also an answer that I have known but had let it become hidden beneath the many layers of my soul. I find myself yearning for balance and a prioritization of the many good and better parts of my life. The ability to recognize what I value the most and follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and in the days to come, I will put on strength. Not my strength alone, but that of an all-knowing Father in Heaven, family and friends, and gracious strangers who bless my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-4336660409101074886?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4336660409101074886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=4336660409101074886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4336660409101074886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/4336660409101074886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-within-me.html' title='It&apos;s within me'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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-4044045867446344820.post-655404934773692154</id><published>2011-01-23T10:18:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:15:40.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we're in Rome</title><content type='html'>Meags and I set out for a quick road trip to Vegas for a wedding. Spending time in 60 degree weather was a minor deciding factor. The farther south we drove, the more I realized that I needed some Vitamin D and time away from the everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights. In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- You may be in a sketchy neighborhood if everyone at the store watches you walk to your desired aisle and continue gazing until you leave. I like to think they were staring because we radiate beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- A community in which I will never live has the following street names: Pillow Talk, Snuggling, and Snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Bob(RayLynne) and Richard looked so happy and I loved being there for their wedding date. Yay for finding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUrS5p044_I/AAAAAAAABHk/K3DmnlcaEBA/s1600/IMG_7896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUrS5p044_I/AAAAAAAABHk/K3DmnlcaEBA/s200/IMG_7896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569495777119101938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Shopping is therapeutic. In a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- While in Caesar's Palace, you may overhear someone say, "As I look around, I really think I am in Rome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- If the key to your hotel room does not work, it may be a good idea to go back to the front desk rather than attempting to enter the room approximately 1 billion times until you think you hear the top latch on the door. Yes, we were given a key to an occupied room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUrTyo-x2fI/AAAAAAAABHs/gL0iOASyvrY/s1600/IMG_7902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUrTyo-x2fI/AAAAAAAABHs/gL0iOASyvrY/s200/IMG_7902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569496756144691698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Driving The Strip at night and then retiring to the hotel for hours of Lock-Up on tv while eating cheesecake is a great way to spend a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Speeding to pass a semi who continues to enter your lane and could hit you at any moment, may result in a ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-655404934773692154?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/655404934773692154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=655404934773692154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/655404934773692154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/655404934773692154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-were-in-rome.html' title='I think we&apos;re in Rome'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TUrS5p044_I/AAAAAAAABHk/K3DmnlcaEBA/s72-c/IMG_7896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-7708141968609925305</id><published>2011-01-20T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:45:21.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are My Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TTzIkXbahzI/AAAAAAAABGA/_B_J7b4N8lk/s1600/Civil%2Bwars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TTzIkXbahzI/AAAAAAAABGA/_B_J7b4N8lk/s200/Civil%2Bwars1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565543766612936498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Civil Wars announced they were going to sing a cover song in which many will recognize part of the song but may not know the sad and mostly unsung verses. I turned to my friend and said, "They are going to sing You are My Sunshine" and that's exactly what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the opening band Parlor Hawk sang, I looked to my right and noticed the guy next to me was wearing a bow tie. I did a double take and realized it was John Paul, member of The Civil Wars. Oh happy day. I smiled during the entire concert as I listened to The Civil Wars share their incredible talent with those in attendance. I may have even turned to my friend and announced that I must be in a band. I may not have been kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-7708141968609925305?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7708141968609925305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=7708141968609925305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7708141968609925305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/7708141968609925305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are My Sunshine'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/_6THRrzALCg8/TTzIkXbahzI/AAAAAAAABGA/_B_J7b4N8lk/s72-c/Civil%2Bwars1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-2240721944935140462</id><published>2011-01-17T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T11:54:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Wash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TTSQMFzN06I/AAAAAAAABFM/8Dt7EbH0G3E/s1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6THRrzALCg8/TTSQMFzN06I/AAAAAAAABFM/8Dt7EbH0G3E/s200/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563229977099228066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This takes the idea of a car wash to a whole new level...&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/4044045867446344820-2240721944935140462?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2240721944935140462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=2240721944935140462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2240721944935140462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/2240721944935140462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/01/car-wash.html' title='Car Wash'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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/_6THRrzALCg8/TTSQMFzN06I/AAAAAAAABFM/8Dt7EbH0G3E/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4044045867446344820.post-8361858907369902733</id><published>2011-01-13T21:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:18:56.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Calm</title><content type='html'>Tonight I spent time with an almost 3 month old who has Spinal Meningitis and has had 2 brain surgeries and is stitched from ear to ear. This little one has been fighting for his life since Christmas and has had some major ups and downs in the weeks that have followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in his room, I found myself breathing deeply to soak in the peace that filled the space. Outside, I heard children crying, people talking, and the scurrying of feet as they hurried down the hall. But inside all was still as Grady slept. I often glanced at the monitors and said silent prayers for this gift from God that he would grow and develop and live a full life. That he would one day run and jump and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he lay sleeping and my attention was drawn toward him each time he made a sound. His little face is perfect and yet, on the inside of his body, a war is raging. Time seemed to stop while I was with Grady. No ringing cell phone. No tv blaring. No internet. I allowed myself to be in the moment and let the serenity permeate within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grady is a fighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4044045867446344820-8361858907369902733?l=mishellitasforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/feeds/8361858907369902733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4044045867446344820&amp;postID=8361858907369902733&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8361858907369902733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4044045867446344820/posts/default/8361858907369902733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mishellitasforall.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-is-calm.html' title='All is Calm'/><author><name>SHELLS BELLS!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844230792841136182</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
