<?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-792438916407478049</id><updated>2012-01-01T20:29:50.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be a Provo All-Star</title><subtitle type='html'>The Downfall of All-Stardom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-6475907160971223882</id><published>2011-11-26T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:55:33.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Can I just say how much I LOVE Christmas? Seriously. It's the best. Right after we have a day of Thanksgiving and are able to think about all the things we're grateful for, then we have a whole SEASON of giving to give to loved ones and to people who are in need. We also get to celebrate Christ's birth spend much-needed time with our families. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, Paul and I get to go home to Oregon to be with my parentals and I can hardly stand that it's only three weeks away! I'm excited to be in the cold, rainy, foggy weather and look at Christmas lights and drink hot chocolate and be all bundled up and cozy. I'm excited to have a fire in the fireplace and to sing Christmas songs and play the piano at the house. I'm also excited to watch old Christmas movies that my mom makes us watch every year...and maybe some new ones, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so happy and content right now. I'm sitting in my happy little apartment with my perfect wonderful Paul and thinking that we are so lucky to have so many blessings in our life. We have good friends and a good ward and Paul has a good job and I'm learning so much at school and we have so many opportunities in our lives to progress and learn and become better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love love love love love life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-6475907160971223882?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6475907160971223882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=6475907160971223882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/6475907160971223882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/6475907160971223882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-4454822145247347311</id><published>2011-10-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:41:32.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to do this:&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/-TCgpUKluW2A/TqjEFDSYd-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0bwXFy_sSbM/s1600/sleeping+flat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCgpUKluW2A/TqjEFDSYd-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0bwXFy_sSbM/s320/sleeping+flat.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of this:&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/-UPv_zJ_P9MU/TqjEmKGTOnI/AAAAAAAAACA/IO9dVyH9fK4/s1600/study.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPv_zJ_P9MU/TqjEmKGTOnI/AAAAAAAAACA/IO9dVyH9fK4/s320/study.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you this for sure, when I study I definitely do not feel as happy as this kid. TOTALLY misleading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-4454822145247347311?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4454822145247347311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=4454822145247347311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4454822145247347311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4454822145247347311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy.html' title='BUSY!!!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCgpUKluW2A/TqjEFDSYd-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0bwXFy_sSbM/s72-c/sleeping+flat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-2259491891362625785</id><published>2011-10-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:15:41.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>Halloween sugar cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin spice candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Dracula instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-2259491891362625785?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2259491891362625785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=2259491891362625785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/2259491891362625785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/2259491891362625785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-7084634697868094771</id><published>2011-10-06T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:23:31.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Dear October,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean house. Cinnamon candle. Rainy morning. Snuggled in a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were gonna be good. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-7084634697868094771?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7084634697868094771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=7084634697868094771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/7084634697868094771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/7084634697868094771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-3005839558083035936</id><published>2011-09-25T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T07:24:41.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life</title><content type='html'>You have me pretty busy these days, but I am still finding time to enjoy the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I noticed that it's getting a LOT cooler in the morning. This makes me extremely happy because it means that "Fall" is coming. Well you know that I live in Arizona, so there's not much of a Fall here, but I can still enjoy the 80-90 degree weather way more than 110.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;You know what else I like? Apple cider in the grocery store. And pumpkins. And scented candles. I will miss the leaves changing color and the crisp, cool air that Fall usually promises, but I suppose I can do without it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other things I've been really happy about lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paul! He makes me really happy and he makes my life so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-bake cookies. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll All the stuff I'm learning at school...seriously. I have NEVER had a problem with having headaches before (I'll be honest, I thought people mostly made them up), but this semester I get headaches nearly daily. I blame it on the fact that I have to learn so much in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming soon...I love this holiday. I'm going to watch "scary" movies like Hocus Pocus and Practical Magic. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma is coming this weekend! So excited. She won't be here for long, but we get to go to Oregon for Christmas and I'm pretty excited about that. We just bought out plane tickets yesterday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-3005839558083035936?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3005839558083035936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=3005839558083035936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/3005839558083035936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/3005839558083035936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-life.html' title='Dear Life'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-4415721699029996349</id><published>2011-08-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:54:06.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Porn Sucks</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure anyone who is actually reading this is probably one of my friends and will probably already agree with most of this because of religious value and what not, but I'm doing a research paper for a National Convention on whether or not prostitution should be legalized by the United Nations and I just thought I'd share some of my feeling about my research: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most religious conversations antagonize porn because it degrades women and weakens the family structure and destroys a healthy sexual relationship between a man and a woman...but does anyone ever consider what it actually takes to create porn? Well, obviously you need some naked people (whether adults, male, female, or even children), and in some cases you need some sex act going on (child abuse, anyone?) and then you need some producer that is motivated by making money and is willing to do whatever it takes to make a profit, even if it's at the expense of the people in the pornographic material, whether it be videos or photographs.  Interestingly enough, some of these "actors" or "actresses" don't actually want to be in these films.  They may have been promised at one point that they were going to make lots of money, or perhaps they were just lucky enough to be born into poverty or abusive and vulnerable situations in which they were sold into pornography straight up.  There was a story about one girl who was kidnapped and then taken to Florida where somebody beat the crap out of her until she consented to making a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation is not unique.  In fact, it even has a name now.  It's called human sex trafficking and it is one of the fastest growing organized crime industries in the world.  Why is it growing so fast? Oh yeah, it's because people are willing to rationalize things like pornography and prostitution as ways to express their sexual selves. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you think about pornography, obviously it is something that harms families, but if you don't have a family, then just realize that you're basically witnessing/endorsing a rape crime on the internet.  Rationalize that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-4415721699029996349?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4415721699029996349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=4415721699029996349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4415721699029996349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4415721699029996349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-porn-sucks.html' title='Why Porn Sucks'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-3282848301873589066</id><published>2011-07-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T08:51:00.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Morning</title><content type='html'>5:30 am, the familiar sound of my alarm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I went to bed late last night…I only got 6 hours of sleep…I don’t want to be tired all day at work today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm…I really should just sleep in today…I can work out tonight when I get home from work…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reset my alarm for 7 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ugh…I really should get up.  I’m not even really that tired I’m just being lazy.  In fact, I feel excited to work out today...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I ate all those brownies yesterday…and a cookie…and a soda…ugh I feel disgusting.  I really need to get up and do something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my kitchen this morning, too…okay I’m up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll out of bed and get dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind = 1, Matter = 0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-3282848301873589066?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3282848301873589066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=3282848301873589066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/3282848301873589066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/3282848301873589066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-morning.html' title='Tuesday Morning'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-733456657164480995</id><published>2011-06-14T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:45:47.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monster</title><content type='html'>So there is a monster that lives inside of me.  She comes out with no warning.  I’ll just be sitting, minding my own business, usually reading, and the monster awakens.  She makes me feel really lethargic and cranky.  She tells me that the only way she’ll leave is if I eat something sugary…or eat at all for that matter.  So I’ll slog into the kitchen for a quick sweet snack…but my little monster friend is a liar.  She is not so easily subdued.  I’ll then try to quiet her by getting on the computer and looking at pictures of friends and family and sending emails.  Yet, she still persists in making me feel yucky.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, there’s only one way to defeat this monster…it’s the one thing the monster tells me I don’t want to do – Exercise.  The monster tells me not to run or swim outside... “Just sit inside in the dark with me,” she sneers. “You’re too tired to go running.  It takes so much effort to get ready to go and too much time that you don’t have.  You should be studying instead.”  But the monster doesn’t really let me study, either.  She makes me bored and grumpy that I should have to study.  She just doesn’t want to me to get rid of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reluctantly slink off the couch and slip on my old, trusty sneakers.  I grab my ipod and together we jump onto the treadmill and run and run and run and run…until the monster slowly slithers back into her dark hole...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-733456657164480995?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/733456657164480995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=733456657164480995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/733456657164480995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/733456657164480995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/06/monster.html' title='The Monster'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-8046975412717587756</id><published>2011-06-04T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:39:44.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABIES</title><content type='html'>So I'm beginning to realize that I'm a typical girl...I've been married a year now and every time I see a baby I just want to smoosh it. I love babies. I love baby clothes. I love baby animals. I love baby corn and baby carrots and other such mini foods. I think baby socks and shoes are particularly adorable. Add all of these things together and it basically means I want to have a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to a friend's baby shower and almost died. She's going to have a little boy, so I spent some time in Target looking for little boy onesies and could not make up my mind on which cute little onsie to purchase. I agonized back and forth between turtle (I like turtles), teddy bear, and monkey patterns and spent way longer in that store that I initially expected. I settled on the turtles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Paul and I went to the drive-in theater in Scottsdale. It's the most amazing place ever and my favorite part is definitely all the families that are there. So many cute little kids that I just want to steal and take home with me. Paul says that's illegal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I got there super early because it tends to be a little crowded on Friday nights so we spent some time in the little clubhouse playing old school video games. I sat down to play this truck driving game and this little boy crawled up next to me in the seat and started trying to play the game with me. I immediately fell in love. A few minutes later his dad walked up and said oh come on let her (referring to me) play by herself. Of course I was like, no he's totally fine! He was just my new little best friend. After the game was over, Paul was like, "Sally, let them have their kid back." I didn't realize my new little friend's family had been waiting for him so they could get to their movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is, I want my own little baby boy so bad! They're just so stinkin cute...Freakin law school is ruining my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-8046975412717587756?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8046975412717587756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=8046975412717587756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8046975412717587756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8046975412717587756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/06/babies.html' title='BABIES'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-8623681544276086781</id><published>2011-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:31:37.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Attacks and Skin Cancer</title><content type='html'>So I check my email at least once a day and every time I log out I get this delicious temptation from Yahoo to read all their news. They have headlines and pictures that consistently catch my ADD attention span and then I spend an extra 5-10 minutes wasting time so I can read the articles. Freaking Yahoo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I read this article about how if you spend more than 54% (no that is not a typo, the number was 54) of your day sitting on your derriere (that's your bum) then you're more likely to die of a heart attack. Well this got me thinking...how much do I sit on my rear? When I wake up in the morning, first thing I usually do is turn on my computer and start studying for a few hours. During that time, the only time I get up is to get food. Then, I usually have to get ready to go places which only takes about an hour at the absolute most. Next I go to school and sit for a fantastic portion of the day, either in class or more studying. Finally I come home and make dinner, which doesn't take too long, then I sit on the couch and watch TV with Paul and go to bed. I'm not an expert or anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm sitting down about 87.4% of my day...Heart attack here I come. Oh yeah, and I'm constantly stressed because of school (really trying to work on this), so I'm probably even more likely to die of a heart attack. Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9IDm5HFZ-k/TaWzmQh_NBI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q_G2gCikZhQ/s1600/Heart%2BAttack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9IDm5HFZ-k/TaWzmQh_NBI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q_G2gCikZhQ/s320/Heart%2BAttack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595075581931631634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plus side is that I'm always inside, too, which means that I never see the sun. So, even though I'm starting to look suspiciously vampirish, at least I'm not a candidate for skin cancer. Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30TZZvbLyqk/TaWy2ciNAKI/AAAAAAAAABo/YHbXP3v1RcM/s1600/Vampires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30TZZvbLyqk/TaWy2ciNAKI/AAAAAAAAABo/YHbXP3v1RcM/s320/Vampires.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595074760520040610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-8623681544276086781?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8623681544276086781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=8623681544276086781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8623681544276086781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8623681544276086781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/04/heart-attacks-and-skin-cancer.html' title='Heart Attacks and Skin Cancer'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9IDm5HFZ-k/TaWzmQh_NBI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q_G2gCikZhQ/s72-c/Heart%2BAttack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-1850287329912752391</id><published>2011-03-10T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:38:28.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo All-Stars in real life</title><content type='html'>Oh I loved this video and thought I would share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAUVV8BXwlI&amp;amp;tracker=False"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAUVV8BXwlI&amp;amp;tracker=False&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please teach me how to be such an intense BYU fan that I could create a video like this someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-1850287329912752391?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1850287329912752391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=1850287329912752391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/1850287329912752391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/1850287329912752391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/03/provo-all-stars-in-real-life.html' title='Provo All-Stars in real life'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-35148756176936662</id><published>2011-03-07T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:58:21.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in March - just like it should be.</title><content type='html'>Can I just say how much I LOVE Arizona? It's pretty much the best place on earth come the end of February. Every day the sun is shining and I drive around in my little car and sing at the top of my lungs. Love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a little about school since it's the only thing I do. Ever. I'm taking 5 classes, but I choose the classes I care about based on the professors I really like so I really only care about 2 of them...is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first class the professor is this really old judge that usually can't hear what anybody is saying but he has the best sense of humor and if we were born during the same time period we would have been best friends. I often struggle with my hearing as well. He makes a lot of old movie references that no one ever gets...but you can't blame a guy for trying. If I ever had to teach in law school I would make a lot of movie references that no one got, too. Sometimes I want to invite him and his wife over to play pinochle with Paul and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other class, my professor reminds me a wee bit of Kermit the Frog. He's kind of nerdy and smart and very little, and I'm sure he is keenly aware of this similarity himself, so I have made it a point to keep my mouth shut and not tell a soul (except for, of course, my loyal blog readers - I think there's two of you now?). I usually just sit in class and smile to myself and make sure to make stupid comments every few days or so just so he knows I never have any idea what I'm talking about. I have regretted raising my hand three times now, and yes, I keep track. Whoever said people learn from their mistakes did not have me in mind - Way too optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the rest of the semester...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-35148756176936662?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/35148756176936662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=35148756176936662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/35148756176936662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/35148756176936662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-in-march-just-like-it-should-be.html' title='Spring in March - just like it should be.'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-5746865337862238419</id><published>2011-01-03T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:55:45.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is too an Arizona...and it is wonderful. Whoever wrote that song was wack.</title><content type='html'>I missed you, Arizona! I really did.  I didn't realize how much I missed you until now....sitting in my new comfortable apartment and outside it's a warm 60 degrees.  How I ever thought I could live without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to complain a little bit about how much I hate moving.  I don't know how people pack up a huge house that includes furniture, too.  Paul and I pretty much have a tv and a bed and I still gripe and complain about having to move that stuff.  I finished unpacking today and our house is pretty much complete now.  I feel so much peace when everything is in it's proper place and order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's the very beginning of January and school doesn't start until January 18th! I guess that means that I have about two weeks to read through all of my text books and get the most out of my education I possibly can.  I used to think it was pretty lame to get text books early to read them...but now I'm actually looking forward to it.  It's amazing what a four month break will do to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I graduate in 18 months!! How crazy is that? I feel like I just started yesterday, but I am definitely looking forward to getting a real job and being able to save money for the future and pay off my law school debt.  Hopefully Paul and I can have a grown up life someday with a house and kids and a dog.  Until we get done with this school business, though, we'll just have to continue living our rented, nomadic lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the books for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-5746865337862238419?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5746865337862238419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=5746865337862238419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/5746865337862238419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/5746865337862238419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-is-too-arizonaand-it-is-wonderful.html' title='There is too an Arizona...and it is wonderful. Whoever wrote that song was wack.'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-337953668417764973</id><published>2010-11-30T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:54:05.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up and then some</title><content type='html'>So I have spent the last few months in Utah working at this rocking customer service job so I can help support my husbando while he finished school.  No, husbando is not a typo; it was intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot about real estate investing...mostly that I wouldn't do it unless I had a lot of money to spend...and I have learned a lot about business and taking responsibility for your actions.  I have a few friendly clients that are not quite sure how they feel about signing contracts and then being responsible for properties they own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, I am excited to go back to Arizona and start law school again.  I miss reading through boring case materials and trying to stay entertained in class.  I feel motivated again to work hard and get better grades.  Most importantly, I just want to get a better education and finish school and be able to start working and getting on with my grown up life.  Before then, though there is wonderful Christmas and I love life and Christmas music and cookies and fudge and Christmas shopping!! Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-337953668417764973?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/337953668417764973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=337953668417764973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/337953668417764973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/337953668417764973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2010/11/growing-up-and-then-some.html' title='Growing up and then some'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-1020999545185860217</id><published>2010-09-28T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:16:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up Provo All-Stardom</title><content type='html'>So for a long time I thought that I would be a Provo all-star for a very loooong time....but then I failed for a few different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I kept leaving Provo.  You can't be a Provo all-star if you don't even live here. I lived in Guatemala, and then I moved to Arizona to go to law school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, though, I still kept tabs in Provo.  I visited when I had school vacations and I decided to date another fellow all-star up here. But then that leads to my next fail in Provo all-stardom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I pretty much failed when I met Paul.  My commitment issues and freak-out tendencies were no match for his good-looks and charming personality.  He pretty much swept me off my feet.  I decided that I would give up my life-long dream of being an all-star and take the ultimate plunge...and I have not regretted it since.  The boy makes my life fantastic.  I also wanted to post some pictures of our wedding/reception.  It was a blast....some of my very closest girlfriends and all of my family were able to make it to the event.  It was probably the best day of my life thus far...except for the day that I found out I was incredibly talented and good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, though, I'm back in Provo again living the dream, but I live with a boy now and we go to church with a bunch of married folk.  It's definitely different from the single scene, but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a break from law school for the semester so Paul can finish up his degree, and then back to Arizona we go so we can burn our pasty white skin to a crisp.  I miss the weather, only slightly, but it's been beautiful since we've been back in Provo.  I think Provo missed me and is trying to get me to stay here.  Sorry my love, I have to grow up now. Thanks for the memories.  I can't wait for what my next adventure will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-1020999545185860217?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1020999545185860217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=1020999545185860217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/1020999545185860217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/1020999545185860217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2010/09/giving-up-provo-all-star-status.html' title='Giving up Provo All-Stardom'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-1286504738447687173</id><published>2010-01-21T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:03:09.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why I Love Law School</title><content type='html'>1. Random comments: say what? So our class topic today was about hunting wild animals and when you can actually claim them as property. One of the cases talked about this guy that was hunting a fox and right before he caught it, someone else swooped in and killed the fox instead. So then, this guy raises his hand and starts talking about how hard it is to catch a fox...where in the heck did that come from? Well apparantly foxes can jump five feet into the air. They can also clear entire classrooms if they want. Just in case you needed to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The cases: Oh yes. The next case was about how a guy owned a pond that he would try to catch ducks in. His neighbor apparently didn't want him to have the ducks anymore so the neighbor sat on the other guy's property and would should his gun off just to scare the ducks away. I got a pretty good image out of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The passionate opinions of my classmates: They are hilarious. There was a meeting today about healthcare reform and the guy sitting next to me was getting all worked up. The speaker was very clearly a democrat and in support of the health care bill...so instead of talking about the actual healthcare bill she spent the whole time talking about how we could get it passed. I'm assuming that the guy next to me does not support the health care bill...He couldn't stop talking about it. Then he left early. I was highly entertained about how worked up he got about it. This is my opinion about politics: We elect officials and then from there the decisions are out of our hands. If we want to have decisions made right, we should be electing officials we agree with. There is no point in crying over spilled milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-1286504738447687173?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1286504738447687173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=1286504738447687173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/1286504738447687173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/1286504738447687173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2010/01/r.html' title='Reasons Why I Love Law School'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-8261222671247712800</id><published>2009-11-10T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:17:13.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Survive Your First Year of Law School: Staying Happy</title><content type='html'>So I had a little bit of time to reflect on my life this morning and I realized something beautiful: When I don't like things in my life, I just get rid of them. For example, I don't like it when my closet is full of clothes I never wear. So what do I do? I get rid of them. I also don't like it when my purse/backpack is full of paper and garbage that I don't need anymore. So what do I do? I get rid of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this important in my life is that I tend to do this with my emotional problems as well. If something is causing me angst, I tend to rid myself of whatever that thing is. If it's a job or a person, I carefully remove myself from that job or that person...if it's a negative thought or a bad habit, I simply put those things out of my mind and instead fill myself up with happy thoughts and new goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again I've done this...when I was done with my undergrad I realized that my life in Provo did not bring the same happiness and joy that it had brought for the previous four years, so I picked up and found something else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had several jobs that I couldn't stand...and let me tell you it did not take long for me to quit working at those places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most important thing that I've been able to learn is how to surround myself with healthy people. I look at all my friends and my family members and all of them are people that I would be proud to be. They are moral, strong, ambitious individuals that are a great support system for me. I have come across some unhealthy people in my life, but they usually don't last long because I realize that they are not the type of people I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think that it's unhealthy that I get rid of my problems as opposed to facing them head on, but honestly, I think that is how I do face them head on. I look those issues in the eye and say, "I don't want this." And then I move forward with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things that make me happy when I don't feel so great:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS AND FAMILY (They are one in the same to me.)&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Good music&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Baby animals (disgusting I know; I'm ashamed to admit this is true)&lt;br /&gt;Watching other people fall (just little falls, folks...come on, you know it's funny.)&lt;br /&gt;Running/Exercise&lt;br /&gt;Being outdoors&lt;br /&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;Dancing by myself&lt;br /&gt;Singing in my car&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add to the list. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-8261222671247712800?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8261222671247712800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=8261222671247712800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8261222671247712800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8261222671247712800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-survive-your-first-year-of-law_10.html' title='How to Survive Your First Year of Law School: Staying Happy'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-3953546310505546172</id><published>2009-11-02T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:15:03.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Survive Your First Year of Law School: Contracts</title><content type='html'>1. READ YOUR HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENTS. The problem with this is that even though you do the reading, upon entering class you will still appear to be unorganized and uninformed. Whatever knowledge you thought you may have had will completely dessert you and you are left at the whim of a stern, little man with windswept hair and thick glasses. When you are absolutely forced to answer a question, most likely you will hear a negative WRONG that will resound in your ears for the duration of the period. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DO NOT ASK: "CAN YOU REPEAT THAT?" This will only confirm your confusion and lack of intelligence to the professor...and he will see right through you and know that you a) have no idea as to what is going on in class, and b) that you have not done the reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO NOT DRAW UNNECESSARY ATTENTION TO YOURSELF IN ANY WAY. This will only encourage ridicule and public humiliation. You are a 1st year law student who does not even deserve the right to a first name. This should help you to realize that anything you think is intelligent that you can add to class is most definitely NOT intelligent and consequently you will be called out for your lack of intelligence. Hopefully by now you have learned to laugh at your own misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. DO NOT THINK YOU ARE SMARTER THAN YOUR PROFESSOR. You most definitely are not. And you will be told so. In class. In front of 50 of your peers who are attempting to compete with your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-3953546310505546172?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3953546310505546172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=3953546310505546172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/3953546310505546172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/3953546310505546172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-survive-your-first-year-of-law.html' title='How to Survive Your First Year of Law School: Contracts'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-7663594292345703293</id><published>2009-10-27T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:34:15.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law School Rules: 1</title><content type='html'>Rule one: Staying up late and waking up early is a terrible idea. Cake had it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun to try and break free of the bonds of my old man schedule and stay up later than 10 pm...I didn't go to bed until 3:30... Then I thought it would be fun to see if I could wake up at 6 am...I woke up at 7, thought "not happening" and then tried to go back to bed. It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My body is pissed. My eyes are heavy but my mind is restless and now I'm going to try to sit quietly and pay attention in class for the next two hours...yeah right. I hate my life. More rules to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-7663594292345703293?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7663594292345703293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=7663594292345703293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/7663594292345703293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/7663594292345703293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2009/10/law-school-rules-1.html' title='Law School Rules: 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-4403875487614897571</id><published>2009-10-12T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:30:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break!!</title><content type='html'>That's right; apparently when you decide to go to law school because you think it's going to be super hard and you're not going to have time to do anything or talk to anyone they go and give you a FALL BREAK so you can go visit all your friends that you moved so far away from and miss so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see it's 10:30 am here and I have spent the last hour and a half checking facebook and reading blogs. I've decided that blogs are far more entertaining to read than just looking at pictures on facebook. I don't care what your status is, I don't care about the quizzes you take online, I don't care what your gaming scores are, get a life and get a blog. Woo woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS this summer in Provo was amazing and then I moved to Arizona for school...and where is the first place that I go back to when I have a fall break? That's right, Provo. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-4403875487614897571?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4403875487614897571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=4403875487614897571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4403875487614897571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4403875487614897571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break!!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-5497442555766736233</id><published>2009-06-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:03:24.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SkjlwrS8p5I/AAAAAAAAABI/8lEazfsgprs/s1600-h/I+heart+Guatemala+479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I couldn't stay away for long. I missed it here a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I done since I got back you might ask...Well, I got a job at an internet sales company (totally living the dream) where I was making around $1000 every two weeks (please don't tell my parents) and then I hated that job and quit after a month. I hate hate hate sales and will never do them again. I don't care what people say. Then I started working at this restaurant called Spark which has actually been kind of fun. It's definitely a little stressful at times...but it will be fun until I have to move up to Salt Lake and sign my life away to Law School...which I'm still very excited about I'll have you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went rock climbing with Court, Nick, and Nessy this past weekend and it was a blast. It made me excited to be with my friends that have deserted the promise land and moved to Babylon. I hear Babylon is great this time of year anyway. Life is going to be super interesting when I actually have to grow up and be responsible. I pray every day that I will be ready for it and strong enough to overcome the challenges I face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a few of my favorite pictures from Guatemala...just so you believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-8015928594767334793?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8015928594767334793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=8015928594767334793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8015928594767334793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8015928594767334793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-provo.html' title='Back in Provo'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-6302415375023599758</id><published>2008-12-22T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:06:32.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the snow continues...</title><content type='html'>Still stuck in the house...Good news is that my neice is here and she is adorable and always has a surprised look on her face. I know I should post pictures but I am too lazy and she is sleeping right now anyway. I was talking to my friend the other day and I realized that I'm going back to utah in less than a week...and honestly I haven't even been paying attention to how fast the time has gone. In my month of solitude I have been able to reflect on my life a little and make sure that I'm making good decisions and doing the things that I truly care about. Here are some things I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't hate Oregon as much as I say I do.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It's beautiful here. It's pretty when it's sunny; it's pretty when it rains; it's pretty when it snows. Oh yeah and there's a mountain that's an hour away in one direction, a beach that's an hour away in the other direction, a city that's twenty minutes away, and farmland like five minutes away. I live in the middle of heaven. It is SO green here...even in the middle of winter. Love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like what I'm doing with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I get a little embarrassed when I say I'm going to law school because sometimes people make a big deal about it and I just don't really know what to say because I don't think it's that big of a deal...I just think it sounds challenging and it's something I want to do. I've had a lot of time to make sure it's really what I want to do and as I send in my applications I feel even more ready for it. I'm extremely excited to go to Guatemala (Holy crap in like three weeks) and I'm excited to be stranded in a foreign country without knowing the language. Talk about character building. I really hope that I will be able to grow up a little while I'm gone and really figure out what I want from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm really irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. I laugh too much; I love to play; and sometimes I spend my time foolishly...I love video games. And games. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-6302415375023599758?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6302415375023599758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=6302415375023599758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/6302415375023599758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/6302415375023599758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-snow-continues.html' title='And the snow continues...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-148031310610815364</id><published>2008-12-15T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:33:57.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, baby.</title><content type='html'>Heatha, this one is for you. So as I was leaving the good state of Utah a couple of weeks ago I specifically remember congratulating myself for successfully getting away before it started to snow. I was pretty happy with myself. So here I am now in Oregon (for those of you who actually read this blog and may have missed that bit of information) and I wake up yesterday and look out my window...my car is covered in six inches of snow. Ga-reat. Now I have to whip out the mittens and the coat and the snow pants just to feel warm enough to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...besides the fact that my car is covered in snow (I'm not driving it until the snow melts off on its own), it's pretty nice. I like the look of it. And yesterday my dad spent forever piling up the snow in our backyard so that it would be here when my sister and her husband got here. Cute, huh? I tried to get him to come inside after it got dark, but he pretty much shot me down and said he was having too much fun. I guess it doesn't snow that much here or something. Oh yeah and it is SO windy!! Blusters of already fallen snow are blowing past my window as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks until I'm back in the cold land of Utah....and it's like three weeks before I leave for Guatemala!! I'm so excited. I've started speaking Spanish as much as possible...you know, gracias and hola and what not. That's pretty much what I know. I found out that I'm going with some kid from Salt Lake City who is fluent in Spanish. I told him that he could play a bunch of jokes on me but I'm not sure if he knows I'm serious. So far, no jokes. Oh well, I stalked him on facebook and it looks like he might have a personality. We'll see. I got my first set of shots last week and I'm taking pills for typhoid and I get to go back to the doctor on Thursday so he can inject my arm with more poison...oh yeah and the doctor's office is this suspicious little whole in the wall place in downtown Portland. He's probably really injecting my arm with some sort of HIV virus as part of a diabolical experiment that I'm unaware of but at least I'll be spending the last few months of my life in a foreign country. Woo woo. Well that's about all I got for today. Betty's getting antsy and wants me to shower or something...I can't remember the last time I washed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo...OxOxOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah thanks to Heather...I was listening to the music from your blog as I was writing all this stuff that doesn't really matter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-148031310610815364?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/148031310610815364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=148031310610815364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/148031310610815364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/148031310610815364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-baby.html' title='Let it snow, baby.'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-4877605538736554751</id><published>2008-12-04T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:14:52.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are in BO-ring Oregon...</title><content type='html'>Oregon is one of the most beautiful places in the world. Seriously. I went on a drive with my mom yesterday and we went through some of the most beautiful places. There was this one part in particular where there was a big drop off next to the road we were driving and the valley beneath us was all green and farmland and foggy and gorgeous and I loved it and I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that I have nothing to do but study for the LSAT and read.  It's getting pretty boring. I need more stuff to do...like go four-wheeling or bungee jumping or white water rafting. I think winter is boring. I'm going to have to be creative and see if there is anything fun that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I got my facebook back. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-4877605538736554751?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4877605538736554751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=4877605538736554751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4877605538736554751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/4877605538736554751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-we-are-in-bo-ring-oregon.html' title='Here we are in BO-ring Oregon...'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-6587843165617353167</id><published>2008-11-18T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:09:56.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook and  I are in a relationship</title><content type='html'>So after spending hours yesterday on the U.S. embassy website looking at all the horrible crimes committed against American citizens in Guatemala in the past year I was slightly stressed and miserable. Then I remembered that I was on this kick to be positive so I re-signed up for my Facebook account so I could stalk all my old friends and live vicariously through their wonderfully entertaining lives. It did the trick. I spent probably an hour or so playing word twist, looking at pictures, leaving comments, and all in all enjoying myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering that I should probably be doing more productive things with my life (aka studying for the LSAT...Law School, what?), I told Facebook that we could only hang out a couple of times a week. He wasn't extremely happy about it, but I promised that in a couple of weeks I would really be able to dedicate more time to him and we could look at getting a little more serious. I'm looking forward to the time we will be spending together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-6587843165617353167?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6587843165617353167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=6587843165617353167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/6587843165617353167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/6587843165617353167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-and-i-are-in-relationship.html' title='Facebook and  I are in a relationship'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-2857350819496514063</id><published>2008-11-17T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:05:18.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is awesome</title><content type='html'>Just thought you should know. Instead of being the usual negative nancy that I have become rather comfortable with, I decided I am going to be all-positive, all the time. Here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took a quiz today while I was at work that decided which Jane Austen character I was and I turned out to be Elizabeth Bennett. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Miss Austen, Elizabeth Bennett is a feisty, judgmental, opinionated young woman who ends up marrying an amazingly good-looking, caring, rich guy. Sure at first he appears to be heinous and cruel, but underneath his rough exterior is an intelligent, wonderful human being. Looks like I have something to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also notified today that I am going unaccompanied to the rich highlands of Guatemala. Yep. I am going all by myself to a highly dangerous, foreign country where I barely speak the language and will stick out like a sore thumb. Wish me luck...oh yeah and don't tell Betty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man I'm really good at this whole positive thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-2857350819496514063?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2857350819496514063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=2857350819496514063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/2857350819496514063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/2857350819496514063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-awesome.html' title='Life is awesome'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792438916407478049.post-8642818745788283402</id><published>2008-11-14T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:40:02.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I am a grown-up. My first step as a grown-up has been to delete my facebook account and get a blog. I am proud to join the ranks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/792438916407478049-8642818745788283402?l=iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8642818745788283402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=792438916407478049&amp;postID=8642818745788283402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8642818745788283402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/792438916407478049/posts/default/8642818745788283402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwannabeaprovoallstar.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Sally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11291982730094122221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pFT2umnd5ao/SR256IzivPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q_u_LcC_qlQ/S220/ATT00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
